@vvolfhearted
It was official. Bella was dead. Or, as good as dead. The difference didn’t matter anymore. Jacob took to the woods (again) as soon as the deed was done. He ran East, thinking it was the way he could travel the most distance and, since he went North last time, the others wouldn’t be expecting this if they came after him. He ran for three days, sleeping as a wolf, keeping far enough North that a giant ass wolf wouldn’t raise too much suspicion. When raw meat just wasn’t doing it for him anymore, he found a town (city? Where the hell was he?) where he could stop for a bite to eat. He phased back outside the town, pulled his clothes (which had been tied to his leg) back on, and made his way into the center of the town.
It was a small enough place that it didn’t take him long to find the town’s one dive bar (it was late enough not to raise suspicion) and make his way in. There were just enough people there that Jacob was ignored by most of them. He sat down at the bar, ordered a beer and a burger, and gave the bartender a 20. The man gave him his drink, told him his food would be right out, and walked away. Jacob sat back, taking in the room around him. Looked like a lot of working age small town folk, which he was perfectly familiar with. He’d be comfortable enough here for a couple hours, even if his hands and feet felt a little foreign after his time spent as a wolf. He did enjoy people watching, liked the calm of it, so he was happy to just sit and observe.
