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Jacob mostly kept to a set schedule on the island. Wake up, teach his class if school was in session, work on anything at the Homestead that needed repairing and head home to spend time with Belle. It was a bit predictable and occasionally broken up by going to see Bella and the baby or Coraline but it was his life and he loved it.

The island, of course, occasionally decided to throw a wrench in those plans and if his way home became a swamp or there was a freak blizzard, Jacob tried to take it in stride and just keep moving on. It wasn't anything new after three years and some change, right? Except today. He'd pulled open the door to his and Belle's little house expecting to see his wife working on some new invention...and got greeted with a complete decor change.

So the new carpet was nice. So was the air conditioning, which wasn't available in abundance on the island (being inside a room without feeling hot and sticky and without the air so thick that he could breathe without drowning was a novelty) but he couldn't figure out how it got here. Was this some trick? Some temporary decorating change that was going away whenever the island's wacky magic decided to swing back to (relatively) normal? Jacob didn't know. Smarter people than him had been stumped by the island and he had never professed to be into researching or anything that involved reading or sitting still for very long.

But the biggest change about this place was the little undercurrent of power he felt. There was a little ripple, a little spark in the air and it just felt different than he'd felt in the three years since he'd shown up on the island and resigned himself to not being able to shift anymore. Maybe he'd learned to live without that part of himself but he'd never really accepted it and he sure as hell had never rejected it. Could it be? Was the wolf still under there after all and he was finally in a place where he could access it?

He turned the corner away from the front desk and let loose on his control, feeling his body shift and change into the wolf he hadn't been since showing up on the sandy beaches of Tabula Rasa all those years ago.

Finally.

[[See Jacob either before or after he shifts into a wolf - don't worry, he's not going to bite.]]

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You remember that place too?! Can't even tell you how much better that makes me feel. There's actually a few of us here that spent some time on Craphole Island. The Bella here didn't. Weird, right? And she's full on bloodsucker now, fair warning.

Leah trotted over to Jacob and bumped her head against his in greeting. Ha, I'm still prettier than you. You may be the giant monster but dammit, I'm the prettiest.

Yeah, because vampires really care about which wolf ripping them apart is the prettiest, Jacob thought, snorting loudly. He whined a little when he saw Leah again as a wolf and bumped his head back against hers, just saying hello in the lupine way.

So Edward finally turned her, did he? Figures.

Good thing I'm still the fastest too, then, right? Leah's muzzle pulled back in what could almost be called a grin.

Reeking smell and freaky red eyes, yep. Course it was headed that way when I left home, so not really surprising. It's just a little weird that we remember Craphole Island and she doesn't. She whined softly and shook her fur out. I'm guessing you shredded your clothes too. You and Jon aren't even close in height, but I might be able to scrounge up something that'll at let you keep your dignity long enough to get your key from the front desk. Not that it wouldn't be hilarious, but I've matured.

Yeah, I better get a change of clothes from the boyfriend. You dragged him from the island, did you?

Jacob had hope that this meant that some of the people he cared about from the island might be here too if Leah, Bella and Leah's boyfriend had shown up.

Leah snorted irritably and rolled her eyes as she trotted through the hotel. This wasn't her favorite way to get around, but it would work in a pinch, and she didn't feel like phasing back and flashing her tits today.

We didn't actually show up together. For him it was the same as it was for me, he left the island and he was here. I couldn't even be properly pissed off at him for leaving me.

Ouch Jacob thought. Losing someone would be hard enough but knowing they didn't even remember you being gone would be worse.

At least he's here now and you can live in domestic bliss from now until eternity.

Leah scoffed. I really strike you as the domestic bliss type, Jake? She made sure the coast was clear before she phased back and ducked into her room, hunting up some intact clothes of her own and something of Jon's that would probably do for Jake in a pinch.

Clothed and human-shaped again, she jogged back out to Jake with a wad of black in her hands. "C'mon, goober," she huffed, patting Jacob's flank lightly. "Let's find you somewhere to change. Let's not make a habit of this, okay? I was doing pretty good getting my control back."

Jacob growled a little but it was mostly good-natured. He took the bundle of clothes from Leah and found a reasonably-secluded dark corner before he shifted out of wolf form and back into human.

"Your boyfriend's not nearly tall enough," Jacob said, sighing when the pants were a good three inches too short and the t-shirt stretched almost to bursting across his shoulders. "But it's better than naked."

Leah turned around and let Jake get dressed, cause even though they'd seen each other naked that was no reason to intentionally see it again.

"Beggars, choosers," she pointed out, peeking over her shoulder before turning around. "All right, so the front desk should have your room key and shit, so let's head there first."

"So, Jon's still wearing all black all the time?" Jacob asked, checking out his new clothes. Solid black, from head to toe. Leah's boyfriend might have been a few years removed from wherever it was he came from but he definitely hadn't left the past behind. Hell, it seemed like he was pretty much a one man Westeros show from the looks of his wardrobe choices.

"That's dedication."

"Yeah, it's a whole thing," Leah replied, rolling her shoulders in a shrug. She was so used to it that she kind of stopped noticing his wardrobe choices. "I don't know if it's dedication or if he just got so used to it. On the plus side, it looks good on him."

"Maybe we can sneak some navy in there," Jacob said. The idea of punking Leah's boyfriend was too good to resist for very long and he figured it would happen sooner rather than later.

"He's still treating you good or am I going to have to go wolfy on him? That's an option now."

Leah snickered. "Let's do it. And then when he's asleep I'll put little braids in his hair. It'll be funny." She really did wonder how Jon would respond to stupid practical jokes, if he'd laugh or just not get it. It was kind of hard to predict to be honest; he was always surprising her.

"Oh, look at you, going all pack daddy alpha!" she snorted, giving Jacob's shoulder a playful shove. "We're good. He saw he shift and he didn't run screaming, so." She shrugged. It was still a little weird, letting Jon see her like that, but he was ridiculously chill about it. She supposed it helped that he sorta became a wolf too, in a very different way.

"Good. Being with one of us means all of it," Jacob said. He tried not to bristle at the idea of being the Alpha because ultimately, that was his destiny. That was who he was meant to be and Sam had never been the one - he was only Alpha because Jacob refused.

"But I figured he'd be cool with it. He has his own wolf. Does Ghost like you all wolfed out?"

"It wasn't an issue on the island," Leah pointed out, grumbling a little. She never thought she'd miss the island, especially after Jon left, but at the very least she hadn't had to deal with phasing there. "You realize we gotta share headspace now when we're both furry? That didn't slip by you did it?"

She snorted softly. "Well, I can't hear his thoughts or anything, but he doesn't seem to be turning his nose up at having a hunting buddy, especially since I don't eat the kills. Double the dinner."

"Look, as long as I don't get HD widescreen of you and Snow getting nasty, I don't care," Jacob promised.

"And I'll try not to give you me and Belle and we should be good to go. Otherwise, well, that's going to make family dinners pretty awkward."

"Trust me Jake, if I can help you, you won't see any of it," Leah snorted. That was the one part of her life she'd actually been able to keep to herself. She preferred to keep it that way. She imagined Jake felt the same way about Belle.

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