Panicking, he scans the room as he enters it, immediately picking up her semi-diluted scent from amongst the thick, heterogeneous crowd.
He heads towards her even though she's still invisible to him. He'll find her.
He makes a half-assed attempt at concealing his unique abilities. He's going too damn fast to appear normal. He knows it but he can't bring himself to care. She needed him! (That and he hasn't seen her in days. Days! Pack business.) She was here, here meant bad news. It always did, now he just wanted to know how it happened this time and how much damage there was.
As he approaches her heady scent (even more so as of late), he listens to heartbeats. He tries to sort them out and fine tunes his super sensitive hearing to find the one that makes his own heart skip beats like there's no tomorrow.
Immediately his brain discards all those thumps which mean nothing to him. There's only one he recognizes. He knows it by heart, memorized all its patterns, all the different thumps for all her different emotions. Right now, she's between elated and anxious, he decides. Not an unfamiliar combination if you ask him. But the current location only makes him rapidly shake his head in confusion. It doesn't make sense…
So he concentrates on her quick but steady thumps, they help ground him; once he has a clearer sense of direction, he's able to find her within seconds. Her state only makes him that much more confused.
He racked through his mind, trying to figure out what both his ears and her eyes were telling him. Thoroughly afraid to believe, to hope, he looks at her with questions burning in his eyes.
She understands (she always does) and gives him a determined nod, but her expression is uneasy.
He knows what it means (and it quite possibly makes him the happiest werewolf alive) yet doesn't give anything away because she's looking at him like she just ruined someone's life and is still undecided as to whose unhappiness she responsible for, his or her own.
He worries now. Worries so much it shows pitifully on his face. In turn, her breath comes faster and faster and faster (because maybe it is his life she just messed up and that was the last thing she wanted and she's sorry so so sorry but not so much because really she can't truly regret this. If all else fails she'll have this.) and he runs to her because damn it those thumps are not supposed to go that fast and why is she not happy about this?
She instantly relaxes when his never-too-hot arms wrap around her, concentrating protectively on her lower belly, engulfing her in a jumbled swirl of .
In that moment they each realize what had been going through the other's mind. Each sighs with relief and utmost happiness. Jacob grins a grin that would make the Cheshire cat jealous and listens to his wife's contented heart and his unborn child's fast paced thumps.