The sun shone brightly, just emerging from behind the usual dark clouds that covered Forks, Washington. It was early morning and Jacob Black had come into work before the sun rose. Now though, seeing how beautiful of a day it was going to be, all he and his wolf wanted was to go running.
Jakebent under the hood of an older modeled Chevy pickup. After realizing that all it needed was a new belt, just as he suspected, he called out to Quil.
"Quil! Come here for a second!" Quil shuffled from the office into the garage lazily as he answered his Alpha's call.
"Yeah, Jake. What do you need?" Quil had dark shadows under his eyes and a smile on his face that was as bright as the sun peaking from behind the clouds. Jakesmirked knowing that meant that Claire was visiting Sam and Emily.
"All this one needs is the belt changed. What do you think about just getting this done and then closing up for the day? I can tell you want to get back to Claire."
Quil's entire face got even brighter, if that's possible, as he quickly helped Jake change the belt on the old green pickup.
Jake shooed Quil out of the garage after the belt was changed, telling him to get back to his mate. After making sure Quil managed to get to his car without tripping from excitement, Jake went back into the office, to sit at his desk. He decided that he might as well tell the truck's owner that they could come get it tomorrow. "Hello, this is Jake's Auto Garage. I just wanted to tell you that your Chevy is finished and you can pick it up anytime tomorrow. Thank you, bye."
Jake sighed and leaned back in his office chair. The wall between his and Quil's desk was covered in pictures. Some pictures of the pack, some of each of their family's, even a few of the Cullens from before they left.
Oh the Cullens. Jake sighed again as his hands covered his eyes, remembering. After the confrontation with the Volturi, the Cullen's packed their bags and moved to Alaska. Naturally Jake missed his former best friend, but he knew it was for the best. They each had their own lives to live. Bella with Edward and her daughter, Renesmee. Jake as the pack Alpha, protecting La Push.
A few years after, Jake managed to take a few mechanic classes online and opened up his own garage in Forks.
As Jake's dark eyes scanned more of the pictures, his eyes landed on one of Quil and Claire. It was one Emily had probably taken, Quil was sitting on a chair with Claire passed out on his lap, princess crown on her head and fairy wings strapped to her back.
Jake sat up as he scanned the picture more intently. Quil's head was bent down to the little girl in his lap as he looked at his whole world. Jake could admit to himself how jealous he was of Quil. Jake desperately wanted a soulmate, to have someone who loved him unconditionally.
"I shouldn't focus on it so much, not everyone gets a soulmate. Remember it's rare Jake." Yet no matter how many times he told himself that he might not get a soulmate, he could feel his wolf almost growl in denial and curl up frustrated in the back of his mind.
Muttering under his breath about stupid wolves, Jake got up and started turning off his computer and the lights. Just as he locked the door to the garage and headed out to his car, the phone in his pocket started blasting the tune from the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Jake sighed and grabbed the phone out of his pocket.
"Hey dad, what's up?" Jake unlocked the door and stuck his keys into the ignition about to start the car.
"You need to get home Jake, right now. Bring the pack. The Council needs to talk to you. Now." Billy Black sounded more serious than Jake had heard in a long time.
"Okay I'll run there. What's happening Dad?" Jake quickly got back out of the car and glanced around to make sure no one was near.
"We'll talk when you get here." Billy immediately hung up.
Jake looked down at the screen of his phone seriously before he threw it back in the car and locked the door. He ran into the woods before stripping and shifting quickly. The Alpha let out a deafening howl, calling his pack members before running towards the Quileute Reservation.
