...I'd rather go to hell
than be in a purgatory,
cut my hair, gag and bore me,
pull this pin, let this world explode...
~~My Chemical Romance, "Na Na Na"
"Emily!"
"Jacob! For Gods' sake, put your damn shorts on!"
Sam throws them at him, glaring until he finally relents and pulls them on. "Don't do this," he warns.
"Why should I listen?" Jacob prompts, fists clenched white at his sides.
"She's my - "
"It doesn't matter."
"How - "
"This is a pack issue."
"...Jake..."
"Sam?" she exits, looks at them, and pales. Glares at Jacob, says, "What's going - ?"
"You tell me, Emily."
She is silent for a moment, head down, before she turns.
"Your cousin is dead!" he shouts after her retreating form; "Are you fucking happy now?"