The trek from the woods to the Black’s house was hardly enough time for him to blow off steam. Jacob was being stupid. How could he not see that the decision he was making was wrong? How could he put the reservation, his own family at risk? Talsa was dangerous, volatile, not normal… He just hoped the rest of the pack saw it his way and didn’t take Jacob at his word. He needed to talk to Sam; maybe he could talk some sense into their ‘alpha’. His mind flickered briefly to something Jacob had said to him in the woods, “How much do you trust Renesmee and Sam?” Maybe it was too late for the former leader of their pack, maybe he’d drank the Kool-Aid too. He was still fuming by the time his bare feet padded up the porch of the Black's cabin. Knocking briskly on the door, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts as he waited for Rachel to answer. If Jake knew what was good for him, he hoped he’d stay away from home for a few hours while Paul was cooling down.