A/N: Okay so here's this mess. I need a beta reader you guys, no joke.
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A bonfire with driftwood. The sun has settled. The pack is quiet.
The sea breeze teases the poor flame. Everyone is settled in the sand.
As usual, Sam is the first to speak
"Brothers, our youngest [Seth] has imprinted…"
It's quiet.
The fire is crackling softly. The push of the tide is a lullaby.
"Seth…" Jacob breathes, mournful almost. And that's all he says.
No one else dares to speak.
Aside from Sam, there's a mutual understanding amongst them that imprinting was a curse; An impending evil that each and every one of them faced.
They change the subject. Paul steers it.
"Western border: Clear."
"Southern border: Clear," Jared chimes.
"Eastern: Clear."
Jacob tosses another log into the fire.
"The North is clear." Sam states. The leader nods.
The atmosphere is tense. Quil doesn't care anymore. He reaches for the clear bag of marshmallows. Embry shoves him.
"Dude seriously, when did you even."
The teen smirks.
"When there's will, there's a way my man."
Paul grins.
"Give me some."
He throws a twig at his friend's bare feet.
Jr. is already stacking multiple confections on his own.
"Do it yourself."
"Bastard."
Embry snatches the bag, grabbing a handful before passing the bag to hot head.
It's silent again. The pack's eyes are absently trained on the white sugar caramelizing over the flame. They are lost in thought. It's still setting in. The reality.
"So..." Quil says. "What's her name?"
"Bonny…" Seth whispers. There's an ache in his voice. Whenever he thinks of her name. Whenever he even vaguely recalls her.
They can hear the need. The pain. He didn't want this. Bonny. But God, he loved her. He had to.
A sneer rips his lips. Underneath, a growl. Anger.
"I'm going home."
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A/N: I feel like this one turned out better than the B/P I wrote...(Writing from Bella's pov is surprisingly hard lol.) Anyway, I wanted to throw this fic out there and see what you guys thought. Also I posted this on my quotev page, so ya know, if you see a duplicate and etc.