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Bella’s hands were shaking as she approached Jacob at his locker, clutching her beaten-up copy of “Wuthering Heights” like a shield. She’d been turning this idea over in her mind for days, ever since her photography assignment had been announced. Something about capturing the essence of someone important to you.
“Hey Jake,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I need a favor.”
Jacob’s face lit up the way it always did when he saw her, that warmth that made her feel simultaneously comforted and guilty. “Anything for you, Bells. What’s up?”
“Remember how you fixed up that old camera Charlie gave me for my birthday?” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I have this photography project for school. It’s supposed to be a self-portrait series, but not just selfies. More... artistic. I need someone to take the pictures.”
“And you want me to be your photographer?” Jacob raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. “Why not ask Edward? Isn’t he good at everything?”
Bella shook her head. “That’s exactly why. He’d make it perfect, and I don’t want perfect. I want something... real.” She didn’t add that Edward would see right through her intentions, would know this was partly about her trying to document herself—human, flawed, ephemeral—before she potentially left that all behind.
Jacob considered this for a moment. “Okay, I’m in. When do we start?”
They began that afternoon outside the school. Jacob was surprisingly good with the camera, patient as Bella posed awkwardly against brick walls and under the trees dripping from the light rain. She felt self-conscious at first, not used to being the center of attention.
“Just be yourself,” Jacob encouraged, snapping photos as she grimaced. “Think about something that matters to you.”
Later, they moved to her truck, the faded red paint a perfect backdrop. Jacob directed her to sit on the hood, lean against the driver’s door, peek through the windows. With each click of the camera, Bella felt herself relaxing, trusting Jacob’s eye.
“These are actually good,” she said, looking at the digital display. In the photos, she looked almost pretty—thoughtful and mysterious rather than plain and awkward.
“You sound surprised,” Jacob teased, but his eyes were soft with something unspoken.
“Let’s try some in the forest,” Bella suggested suddenly. “The light filtering through the trees would be perfect.”
They drove to the edge of the woods near La Push, where the trees created a cathedral of green shadow and golden light. Jacob followed Bella deeper into the forest, the only sound their footsteps on the damp earth and the occasional click of the camera.
Something changed when they reached a small clearing. Maybe it was the isolation, or the way the light made everything look dreamy and unreal. Bella turned to Jacob, her heart pounding in her chest.
“I want to try something different,” she said, fingers moving to the top button of her flannel shirt. “Something more... vulnerable.”
Jacob’s eyes widened. “Bella, what are you—“
“It’s art, Jake,” she said, though she wasn’t entirely sure why she was doing this. Was it defiance against her impending transformation? A need to feel intensely human while she still could? Or something else, something to do with the way Jacob looked at her—like she was already perfect?
She slipped the flannel off her shoulders, standing in her thin tank top. Jacob swallowed hard but kept shooting, the camera a barrier between them. Emboldened by his silence, Bella pulled the tank top over her head, then unhooked her bra with trembling fingers.
“Bella...” Jacob’s voice was strained.
“Just take the pictures,” she whispered, stepping out of her jeans. The cool forest air raised goosebumps across her skin. She stood naked in the dappled light, feeling strangely powerful despite her vulnerability.
Jacob’s hands were visibly shaking now, but he continued taking photos, his breathing uneven. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself.
With each click of the camera, Bella’s confidence grew. She moved through the clearing, letting the light play across her pale skin, feeling more alive than she had in months.
“I want some by the truck too,” she said suddenly, gathering her clothes.
Jacob looked alarmed. “What if someone sees you? We’re not that far from the road, Bella.”
“No one comes out here,” she insisted, the recklessness she felt both terrifying and exhilarating. “And isn’t that part of what makes art meaningful? Taking risks?”
Jacob hesitated, but couldn’t deny her. They walked back to the truck, the forest floor soft beneath their feet. Bella walked ahead, naked and unashamed, while Jacob trailed behind, camera in hand, trying and failing not to stare at the gentle sway of her hips.
At the truck, she posed against the rusted metal, the contrast of her pale skin against the faded red paint creating something primal and beautiful. Jacob’s hands steadied as he found his rhythm again, the camera a welcome distraction from the thundering of his heart.
“Look over your shoulder,” he directed, surprised by the confidence in his voice. “Yeah, like that.”
The first drops of rain were so light they felt like mist, speckling Bella’s bare skin with tiny droplets that caught the fading light. Jacob zoomed in, capturing the way the water beaded on her collarbone, her shoulders, the curve of her breast.
Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine broke through the forest silence. Bella’s eyes widened.
“Someone’s coming!” she hissed, snatching her clothes from the truck bed.
The sound grew louder—too close, too fast. No time. Jacob yanked open the passenger door.
“Get in!”
They scrambled into the cab, Bella still completely naked, Jacob pulling the door shut just as headlights swept across the trees. A forest ranger’s truck rumbled past, slowing slightly before continuing down the road.
Bella was pressed against him in the narrow space, breathing hard, her bare skin damp from the misting rain. Jacob became painfully aware of every point of contact—her thigh against his, her shoulder brushing his arm, her hair tickling his neck. The rain had left tiny droplets across her skin that caught what little light filtered through the windshield.
“That was close,” she whispered, turning to look at him.
Her movement caused her breast to brush against his arm, and Jacob inhaled sharply. He tried to shift away, to give her space, but there was nowhere to go in the cramped cab.
Bella’s gaze dropped, and a small smile played at her lips when she noticed the obvious bulge in his jeans. Instead of embarrassment, a mischievous look crossed her face.
“Someone’s excited,” she teased, her voice low and playful.
Jacob’s face burned. “Bella, I—“
“I like the way you look at me,” she interrupted, her eyes holding his. “Like I’m something... precious.”
The intensity in her gaze made his mouth dry. The air between them felt electric, charged with something neither of them had acknowledged until now.
Bella broke the tension by reaching for the keys in the ignition.
“Let’s go to the beach next,” she announced.
Jacob blinked. “What? Now?”
“I’ll drive,” she added, turning the key. The truck roared to life.
“Like that?!” Jacob gestured at her nakedness.
She laughed, the sound free and wild. “It’ll be fun. No one will see.”
“I can see,” Jacob pointed out, his voice strained.
“That’s the point,” she replied, pulling onto the road with a confidence that belied her complete nudity.
The drive to First Beach was surreal. Bella drove with casual ease while Jacob alternated between staring out the window and stealing glances at her. The overcast sky had darkened, ensuring they had the rocky shoreline entirely to themselves when they arrived.
Bella hopped out of the truck and stretched, seemingly unbothered by her nakedness or the cool air. She looked more alive than Jacob had seen her in months, maybe years.
“Come on,” she called, grabbing the camera from him and handing over some of her clothes. “Let’s get some shots for the actual assignment first.”
They spent the next hour shooting images that would be suitable for her school project—Bella in her jeans and sweater against driftwood, perched on rocks, gazing at the churning sea. The work helped calm Jacob’s nerves, gave him something to focus on beyond his racing thoughts.
But once they had enough conventional shots, Bella set the camera on a timer and placed it on a rock.
“Now the real ones,” she said, stripping down again without hesitation.
The temperature had dropped considerably, and the cold air immediately pebbled her skin, her nipples hardening in the chill. She moved with newfound confidence across the rocky shore, the camera capturing her at intervals.
Jacob could barely function. He tried to be professional, to see this as the art project she claimed it was, but the sight of her—wild and free against the stormy backdrop—was overwhelming. His jeans had become painfully restrictive, his arousal a constant, throbbing distraction.
Suddenly, Bella wrapped her arms around herself, shivering violently.
“It’s so cold!” she gasped, and before Jacob could offer her clothes, she ran to him, pressing her naked body against his.
Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her. The heat of him enveloped her, and he could feel her relax into his embrace. His whole body was trembling, though not from the cold.
“You’re shaking,” she murmured against his chest.
“Yeah,” was all he could manage.
She tilted her head up, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She was enjoying this—enjoying the effect she had on him. The realization sent another surge of heat through his body.
Before he could process what was happening, she pushed away from him, her attention caught by something on the rocks.
“Oh, a starfish!” she exclaimed, bending over to examine it.
The position displayed everything—the curve of her back leading to rounded buttocks, and between her legs, the wet pink lips of her pussy, open just a little, and her puckered anus. It was too much. Too raw. Too real.
Something ancient and primal stirred in Jacob’s blood. The heat that always simmered beneath his skin suddenly boiled over, racing through his veins like liquid fire. His vision blurred, his muscles spasmed, and the change—the change he’d been controlling so carefully—overtook him in a violent rush.
The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as his body contorted, expanded, transformed. Fur erupted across his skin, his face elongated into a muzzle, and a growl tore from his throat.
Bella whirled around, her eyes widening in shock as she found herself face to face not with Jacob, but with the massive russet wolf he had become. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her naked body frozen in place as the reality of what Jacob truly was crashed over her like the nearby waves against the shore…
(The story will continue more as the set progresses...)
