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Chapter 16


JACOB POV

Jake felt the hole in his chest being torn apart, bloody stitches torn from their seams, invisible skin ripping, and he struggled as something foreign tried to fill it.

"Jake step back."

If only it was that easy.

The foreign power of the imprint bond didn't even fight his attempts at rejecting it, passing over his mind like a sheen of pure liquid spread all over his brain, a soothing balm, calming him, trying to calm him, and when he resisted once more the power of the imprint bond drew it's claws and dug deep inside all the parts that had once belonged to another. The wolf inside him preened at the attention the bond gave it, the relief of the search for his other half finished, because she sat right here before him.

Jake twitched. He fought the wolf, he did it for himself, but mostly for Bella.

No, stop it, he growled at whatever it was, because he couldn't give up on her.

He had promised Bella. He had given his word to that clumsy, loving, stubbornly recuperating Bells. He had promised that he would never leave her, make that hole in her own chest worse than it already was.

She left you, the wolf told him, growling in defiance.

His failure to ignore it weighed on his mind, and the unwilling obedience taking over him.

It was her.

His imprint.

His mate.

It was all this Jude's stupid crazy fault that this had happened in the first place.

She was the one that had to come to La Push and ruined everything, ruined Old Quil's room like a drama Queen after a fight with her father, ruined his own father's impression of how his sisters could change, gave his father hope they could actually want to stay in this a place that reminded them of their dead mother, and the fact that she was not here waiting for them.

Most importantly Jude ruined every hardworking and heart-wrenching move he had made for girl that knew him better than anyone. Bella was his best friend. His true soul mate. He had chosen her.

Now it was just Jude, only Jude, all his connections had been snipped off, one after the other, and now even the motherfucking air around the girl seemed brighter somehow, glow around her grimacing mouth and confused steely gaze.

Judith Clearwater. Jude. Harry's crazy and irresponsible daughter, the selfish devil's incarnate of what he had fallen in love with Bella for.

"Get up Jude," Leah whispered lowly, inching towards his imprint. His imprint, Jacob groaned at what this magical bond had rendered him to, a possessive wolf with an obsession to take Jude far away from all the shit that had happened to Bella, protect her and cherish her. Jacob fought the need as it grew.

Jude must have read his mind, or felt it through the bond, because the glimmer, or something cheesy shit like that, had left Jude's eyes, and been replaced with something far more vulnerable. It was like he was looking into a reflection of himself. They both did not want this, the pain, their choice taken from them, and a more mature part of him knew they both deserved better than this.

At least someone hated him as much as he hated himself, "What the? I can't believe you," Leah's face knew it too, and her reaction seemed to make the most sense. It should have been his own, but the thing about imprinting is that it strips you of your rationale.

"I can't believe you, I can't fucken believe you," Leah snarled at him, and Jacob could not believe himself either. The hum of the wolf was calling to him, and if he did not calm down now then he would be wolfing in Emily's kitchen surrounded by two imprints and their own up the ass protective mates to claim what was… no stop it.

Jake had to calm the fuck down, but it was harder than he thought.

Especially when he could smell her cinnamon and pine scent, like Christmas, the forest, and something like soothing tea going down his throat. He could see the beads of sweat poor down the side of her head, down her angular heart-shaped chin, and mix with the raven baby-hairs of her scalp. She was beautiful…

Stop, Jake would not submit.

"Shit, shit, not Jude," and to make matters worse the wolf pup Seth was there, his honorary kid brother, and here Jacob was imprinting on his sister like it had nothing to do with him.

Jake stood there like an idiot, his mouth failing him, and his expression kept getting worse, Seth's hurt was written all over his face,"Why on my sister man?"

What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Jake thought.

Did it look like he had planned to imprint today on Seth's gun-ho and all around bat-shit crazy sister. The one that babysat him when he was even younger than him, used to braid his hair at the kitchen table, read Embry, Quil, and him stories, and... why the hell was he remembering this now?

"Seth you don't have to leave," Emily said, apparently she was the only one that thought this was okay, no big surprise there when she followed the poor kid out.

Instead of remaining calm, Jake felt his hairs prick up at Paul's annoying ass voice, "I knew it! You son of a bitch! You owe me twenty-" Jared put a twenty dollar bill in his hands, that fucken asshole, he had bet on his love life with Bella being fucked over like this.

He expected this from Paul.

A betting about imprints sounded like something Rachel's newly imprinted ass-hat would do, but Jared? That just pissed Jake off more, made his heart pick up like when he was about to phase. The pull of the wolf tempting him. Leah growled so low Jacob barely caught it at first, and suddenly he wasn't alone in his overwhelming hatred. It would seem that they both could whip his ass later.

Jake chuckled to himself, excited for what would no doubt be the biggest whopping Paul Lahote had ever received.

"This is not a joke," Leah must have heard him chuckle, "talk to her you asshole, don't leave her hanging like that."

Sure, bitch, he wanted to say right back, but Jake was once again reminded about his imprint. That talking to Leah like that would cause her pain, and her pain was his pain. A tether tied to his rib that connected to a hers, and when she moved, he felt it. His imprint.

Not Bella.

Jude.

The difference between the two brought him back to reality. The fury consuming him. He made sure he only felt the hatred and loss of Bella, squashing anything else out, and his newfound fury was aimed at the silver-eyed girl that had done it to him.

With his wolf strength, Jacob shattered the ceramic bowl between his shaking hands.

What was left of it fell to the ground, soup staining Sam's cheap ass rug, and around him a hundred broken pieces spread everywhere else, too many for any sane person to pick up.


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Hatred.

The sheer mass of him.

Jake's powerful impression still lingered in Emily's kitchen, even when he was pacing just outside the cabin filled with the pack, his whispering pack members a bit too loud, and Sam Alpha ordering everyone, especially the wolves, not to go outside.

Giving him space, let him, work things over, was Sam's words.

Jude felt the pack's eyes on her at that comment, as if she was the problem, and she didn't back away from those glances. They had no right to judge her for something that was not her fault, "What?" They returned to their own business. Jude remained pensive as she rubbed her fingers over her quivering lips, seething for some reason, probably because Jacob looked at her like she was the devil come to drag his ass to hell.

"You know Jacob!" Leah worked past the Alpha command, yelling from inside, her prison for the moment, "this should make your choices about the Pack much easier, now that the spirits have chosen my sister for you," Leah hinted even when people where shushing her.

A growl answered her from outside. Jacob throwing a fit probably.

Jude hung on every one of Leah's words, her sister continued, "Oh come on guys, believe me. Emily agrees with me, right, come on Cousin Em," Emily stopped cutting more vegetables for the soup. Leah enjoyed hitting exactly where Sam would feel the greatest pain, she told the listening wolves, a ferocious edge to her words, "I mean it was the only way Sam looked her way, right?"

"Leah," Sam growled rattling his own bowl.

"Leah," Jude was quick to say too, because whatever she was saying would not likely end well for any of them.

Emily turned her back at Leah's words, bending towards the stove, but Jude knew she was trying to hide the hurt. This shouldn't be a fight, they should have talked it out months ago, but instead it was left to fester, and that was what was happening now. It was just her luck that Jacob brought her into the center of another drama fest.

"Yeah that was the only reason," Leah hummed tipping Emily's soup to her perfect and plumb lips, "you let them the guys be the bitches now. Let them know how it feels like to have their heart's ripped out. It's the only good thing that comes out of the imprint bond..." Paul, Sam, and Jared all growled for some reason, as if they were worried she would explain to much.

Leah picked up on that, "whatever, just enjoy it Jude. We all would if we could."

Imprint? Jude thought, What the hell is an Imprint?

She had to ask, "Leah?" Leah rose and excused herself, and she knowingly left her big sister with more questions than answers. Jude knew there was more to be said, but the way Sam was glaring at Leah meant she would have patrol for a week after this.

Jude found it unfair.

"What are they talking about, what's an imprint," asked Kim for her, Jared's girlfriend should have pushed more, because her lover tamed her worrying with a kiss, "Nothing babe."

"Yeah," Paul said, "that is what we should tell all the imprints," there was the word again, "like they will believe that shit lie," there was some muffled threats from Sam and then they were silent.

What is so good about the imprint? Was it another creature they had to watch out for? Was it even a person? or a thing?

Judith didn't know if that was a good thing. Not when this Jacob's face had become crushed under something terrible, like his intestines were bursting from the inside. For the record, Why did she feel as if she was going to hack her own stomach out? Was it the soup? The residual fever? No, that couldn't be it. Jude had never been so awake after looking into Jacob's eyes.

Moments before, Jude had once been painfully aware of how Jacob had creased his forehead creating fake wrinkles as he looked at her, his large dark hand holding the chair until his knuckles became white, and how he had been gently kicking the back of Paul's chair, deciding something, before he had launched out of the room.

Why did Jude feel as if her very soul yearned to follow him about the room, and felt broken when he refused to notice her? These feelings, they were irrational.

Leah returned with buttered bread, and she bitterly shared a piece once she noticed Jude didn't have some. Stingy bitch.

"Whats Jake's problem," Embry spoke up when he came in, probably seeing Jacob throwing shit outside by the sounds of it, seeming as clueless as Jude, and probably had a bit of more experience since it was his own best friend they were talking about, "it's not like the imprint makes a difference-" he was shushed again. It would seem like Embry knew more than her.

"Enough about Jake," Paul roared, distracting everyone, "Hey Emily! Can you give me some more of that soup?" He pleaded, "Is there still the chicken legs left, that was good," Emily ducked behind the counter and brought out more food out for the small army that religiously camped out in her kitchen. She served it warm for him, "oh, so good," Paul's eyes rolled back as he tore at the chicken's thigh with his canines swallowing it whole.

"Oooouuuu," Quil slapped Paul's back, "He thinks about Rachel when he does that!"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Paul hit Quil over the head with his arm, "Jake is still outside, do you want us to break Emily's shit by fighting."

"You better shut your mouth in my kitchen," Emily pointed her spatula, "no cursing," her hurt over Leah's words had dissipated back into her mother mode.

Jude looked to Emily's right side, where Sam was busy eating his food, and even then the Alpha of he pack gave Paul a look that made him cower into his bowl. If they didn't listen to Emily, then Sam was always there to remind them what would happen if they didn't.

"Yes, wolf girl," Paul teased her but listened. It was hard not to listen to Em. She was pack mom after all. Being Sam's girl meant that she was high on the pecking order, and welcomed to feed and mother the entire pack, or that was what the boys thought.

She smiled and thanked him, but Quil was already tackling Paul to the ground.

"Get him Quil!"

"Stop it Sam."

"Fine."

The guys cheered instead of stopping it, and Sam tearing them off each other, while food flew in the air until he got them to stop.

In the chaos, the screaming wolf boys digged in like dogs into Paul and Quil's unprotected food, laughing at the wrestling boys, and Leah snarled at them to stop making a mess of everything. Emily didn't make a peep for them to stop their good fun. She seemed to enjoy their rough-housing, even as Embry jumped on Sam's back, and he tried to shake him off.

Instead of yelling like Leah, she grabbed some towels, and disbelievingly cleaned around them. She put Snow White to shame.

The thing was, Judith was not paying attention.

Her focus on the wolf outside. She moved her seat because Jake was visible through the window, and she could feel his eyes, those dark midnight eyes that would have never caught her attention before. He knew she was watching. As she watched she noticed his eyes like the midnight sky, dark and as bountiful as all the skies combined. Jude was the one to look away before she was consumed.

Why was she so obsessed? It was never like this with her other crushes. They had been volcano's rising until the painful climax, but Jake was an earthquake, destroying her old world in seconds. Sudden, powerful, and deadly. She could hear his Rabbit's door slam, the engine door roar to life, and she dipped her head lower at the sound of screeching tires against the pavement.

Jake was more than pissed. She could feel the stress radiate through her body as the noise of the racing car became silent over the noises of the kitchen.

She felt crappy. As if this was going to happen all the time, and she might as well get used to it. Jude didn't know if she could make this right. That she was even capable of understanding the reason why, "Asshole werewolves," Jude whispered taking another sip of Emily's soup, and Leah chuckled at her choice of words.

The occasion had called for it, Jude thought, but knew that she would be cursing like a sailor if Jake's presence kept making her crazy like this.

Leah reminded her, "be careful Jude bug, the walls have ears."

Judith chuckled too until she saw Sam's furious face.

For once, Jude was glad Leah's grumpy butt was sitting next to her.


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"Please just tell me what is happening?"

"I can't," Leah said, and even if Jude was trying to keep her at Uley's until she could get to the bottom of this mystery.

It seemed their sisterly pull was not that strong. When she ran outside to stop her from running, that was the first times she saw Leah change into her wolf, her clothes ripping into rags, and it was as amazing as it was scary. Her sister was lithe as she circled around the trees, her brown eyes filled with so much emotion, yet she vanished in the bushy undergrowth of ferns and dense trunks. Damn, she was too fast now. No way was Jude ever going to be able to catch her now.

That brought a sad smile to her face. Jude was going to have a hard time with her.

It seemed like a constant struggle with her.

Jude wondered if they would ever find peace with one another.

"She will come around," Jude turned to find Emily with two handful of things in her hands, and Jude quickly helped her carry all the torn denim and tattered shirts to the car, the wolves growing abundance of screwed up clothes from changing into their wolf forms. Emily explained, "I take them to this wonderful little old lady in Forks," she said, "she is magic with getting the ones that are manageable back together. It saves me so much."

"So the guys rip them apart when they-" Jude didn't know the word, only hearing it a few times from the guys, and just seeing it now had frazzled her brain a bit.

"Phasing," Emily helped her.

"Phase," Jude said it, trying to see how the word felt when she imagined what the guys and Leah went through when their whole body transformed to a oversized fur-ball.

As Emily was picking up Leah's torn clothes, Jude helping, her scarred yet still beautiful cousin looking at her from the corner of her eye, Jude had to know, "Has she come around to you? Has she asked about Sam?"

Emily gave her a look that must supposed to have been mean, but it was hard to tell because she was still smiling, "you don't get it, do you Jude?"

Jude was honestly lost right now, not sure which way was up or down, "What?"

"Your sister," as if she could forget Leah, "she missed you a lot Jude." Jude already knew that, "Now that she has you back, she wants to keep you close, keep you safe," Emily said, "there is something beautiful about that, but... like when we were little, you are kind of full of yourself Jude, you never really paid enough attention to her as you should have."

"I loved my sister when she was a kid," Jude didn't really think that was true, "I love her still."

Emily was stubborn though, something from their mother's side, "Just take it from me, you should just spend some alone time with her. Make her feel like you feel the same way too, who knows, you might learn something!"

"Hey, that's not nice," Jude couldn't believe it, "I didn't know you had it in you to be mean."

Emily retorted back, "Worse than your sister telling you that you are 'dead to her'?" That made Jude freeze. How did Emily know about that?

"Pack mentality," Emily touched her head, "if Leah thinks it, the rest of the guys knows it," that made Jude freeze again. Leah knew some things she didn't want the pack to know, some dangerous things.

"She can't keep any secrets," Jude tries to convey the fear, the need to know what she knew, because losing that connection with Leah and Seth because they shared pack mentality, that would wear and tear on their newfound relationship so recently remade. Jude would hate to have to distance herself for privacy.

"I am sure Leah can keep secrets," Emily placated her, shoving the rest of the clothes in the backseat of her car, "the pack is built on one. You know the importance of keeping it, right?"

Jude picked up some socks she had dropped, "Why does everyone tell me that, Billy, mom, now you?"

"Because," Emily said carefully taking the socks form her, "you have more pale-face friends than the rest of us, one with a very loose tongue-"

"That is a derogatory term," Jude reminded her, "who even made up that word anyways?"

"I don't want to know what they call us," Emily said with a wave of her hand, racist.

Jude deflected, now understanding now why a judgy Sam fit so perfectly with a judgy Emily.

Jude asked her, "So... you don't have any hard feelings about me hitting your boyfriend in the face?"

"Fiance," Emily corrected her showing off the Uley family ring, and that was a shocker, "as long as you are not angry about me stealing your sister's boyfriend."

Emily was just pulling her leash. Emily knew that, because as Leah's big sister she was probably entitled to hate her guts for saying that. Jude didn't feel like it. It was too much work to hate people.

"Touche Cousin Em."

Emily let her help, and when they were finished she popped the figurative cherry to a very awkward situation, "I say we just get this out in the open," Emily decided and closed her trunk on the last of the packed clothes, "it wasn't right what me and Sam did." That was not something Jude expected, "We went about it the wrong way, but you can't help who your soulmate is, and I don't take that part back. I love Sam, I want to marry him, have babies with him, and he wants that too," she said with a big sigh, confidence in her voice, "and you and Leah are just going to have to deal with it."

Well, when she put it that way.

"Okay," Jude nodded at her declaration, "that's a start."

"Good," Emily looked proud of herself.

Jude smiled to herself, "but it doesn't mean I forgive you Emily," because she knew that if it came down to it, Leah would be her first priority, no buts, no matter how much she was beginning to like this less whiny, mature, and motherly Emily Young.

"I don't need your forgiveness," she corrected Jude, "I need Leah's, so what do you think? Is that a bit too forward when I try telling her?"

Jude grinned, letting her know, "let's just say that you better keep your wolf close just in case," and the future Mrs. Uley's face turned downright funny.

Her response, "I don't know if she would stay to listen to me if Sam was there."

"It's fine," Jude said, hoping Emily would learn that was the first step to talking to Leah was probably the most difficult, her sister had a short temper, and an even bigger taste for for holding a grudge, "Maybe I can be there instead. I think I can hold her down for you, well... if she doesn't bite off my face first."

The stupidly made comment made Jude cringe. Didn't Emily almost get her face chomped off too. How can I be so stupid, Jude thought.

Emily didn't look disturbed, "Hm. That might work, but I don't know if missing half of your face would be an improvement for us. If we give her the idea now she might just bite both of our faces off for the heck of it."

"Hah, true true," Jude felt her honesty was refreshing.

Emily felt it too, saying, "I think we can get along now," Jude relented to let her believe that.

But there was one thing Emily need to know, "Just know when it comes to Leah, I will choose my sister."

Emily stopped to look at Jude, give her a proper look, "cousin, it should not be me or her. We are family, and Sam, even if he isn't family, I see him like that."

"Yeah," Jude waved that off, "until the wedding is over, then we can debate that."

Emily joyous smile grew, and that smile worried Jude.

Sam and Emily would not be thinking about getting married this early, right? They were still young, there was still plenty of time for lovebirds to settle down, preferably when this whole Victoria shit-storm was over with.

"Before I go," Emily shut her car door, "do you want more soup? I can make you more soup," Jude pretended not to be excited.

The motherly Emily decided to be happy enough for both of them, getting some more from the bottom of the fridge so Jude could take it home.

She said as they exited, Sam's suspicious eyes on them, "Make sure Leah tries some too. I know she gets hungry after her patrol."

That was kind of her, "I am sure she will still eat it," Jude said taking the large pot in both hands. It would be more than enough, "thank you Emily."

She nodded, "Thank you Jude," and that was when Emily decided to pull her close in her arms before leaving, the hug was enough to remind Jude that they were still cousins, but she still looked around for a fuming Leah, "remember what I said," Emily told her as she turned on her car.

"That Sam still needs to prove himself before he joins our family?"

"No, not that," Emily said laughing and pulling out of the house and onto the dirt road.

She yelled from her car window as she left, "To TAKE CARE OF LEAH! It is not easy being on her bad side."

Jude grimaced, Emily was too far gone to hear, "you don't have to remind me."


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Jude slammed the front door of her home.

"Jude?"

Her mother was cooking in the kitchen, she peeked her head out to make sure it was her, "Jude what did I say about walking around in this weather?"

That would have been better than the silent car ride with, it wasn't wet from the rain. Jude rubbed down her sweaty head from sweating out the fever, "Sam dropped me off mom, is that okay?"

"yes."

Jude stamped her muddy feet and took off her boots, thinking aloud so her mother could hear, "I need to get gas for my car, and for the record I am not an invalid anymore, Emily's soup cured me." No one was more happy about that than Jude.

That made Jude's mom look around the corner, wiping her hands on her apron, "What happened? What did you do him?"

Jude could do nothing but roll her eyes, not daring to answer that question. She pushed herself to get up and put Emily's soup in the fridge, and immediately headed back for the comfort of living room cushions, settling herself in the cushions with a long drawn out sigh.

Her mother wolf picked up on that, "Are you sure your not sick," her mother's eyes said it all, "are you fine?"

Jude wondered, "Why is it that every time I am with Sam you have a look like we are going to murder each other?"

Sue did not think it was funny, having years of her antics, "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing, Sam was polite," Jude said, stripping off her scarf, "but Jake," she shook her head, "is Jacob Black a mean? I mean would you think he would have a reason to be rude to me other than the usual judgy shit this tribe already thinks of me?"

Sue looked at Jude like she didn't even know who that is, "I don't know what you mean?"

"Jacob Black," the bane of my existence, even if Jude had no idea why,"I am talking about Billy's son, Mom, come on, keep up with me."

"Judith Wissah Clearwater, do not use that tone," Jude did not miss that part of her mother, "and I know Jake Black."

"Then why can't you give me any answers," Jude threw her whole body on the couch and her mother came out with more soup, this one still tasted good, but not as good as Emily's.

Jude would never tell her mother that, "I am too full Mom, I am about to burst!" It felt like her stomach was going to burst, for more than one reason.

"What did you do to Jake?" Sue sounded resigned to feel like everything was her daughter's fault. Jude had to bit my lip from yelling at her to believe her innocent for once.

"Fine Jude," Sue took Jude's side for once, "I mean that boy is one of the nicest ones around here, so much like Seth," Jude couldn't see it, "Are you sure you didn't do anything to him?"

"No," Jude said, more sure than anything, "he-" is infuriating, so serious, so mysterious, "stared at me and he wouldn't stop," Jude felt stupid and giddy at the same time, "and I think I did too. Maybe I creep him out or something. I didn't meant to stare, but…," Jude was discussing this and didn't miss how her mother had become still and silent, "I don't know what to believe anymore. It's driving me crazy."

Her mother froze.

Maybe that was not the right thing to say, "Mom?"

"Judith," her mother covered her mouth, shaking her head slowly as if she heard terrible news, "you didn't? You didn't-with him?"

"Didn't what? What did I do now," Jude felt pissed with all the secrets, "what happened? What is happening around here? How many secrets do we have to keep around here? I am a Clearwater for heaven's sake, my sister and brother are wolves, I would think I would should know everything that happens in this tribe by now," Jude's mother paled at that.

Sue Clearwater stumbled on her words, so unlike herself, "Well- Jude, you have to understand you are an adult now, you grew up, and now we can tell you-"

That was it, "I knew it," Jude pointed her finger in the air, "I knew you had more secrets you kept from me! How many tribe secrets are there?"

Her mother conceded the truth, as if it wasn't her fault, "They are not secrets Judith."

That was no the point, "But you still kept it from me!" Jude felt her energy coming back to her and she knew this did not bode well for her knew fascination with everything and anything Jacob Black.

She weighed Jude's words, and then thought differently for some reason, "I can't talk about this-" her mother disagreed, "Billy should be the one to talk about these things," Jude had enough of that excuse.

"Billy is not my dad. If dad was here," Jude argued with Sue, unafraid of the consequences, "he would have told me. I have the right to know."

Sue looked torn.

As if, she wanted to say it, but she knew it wasn't right for her to do so.

When her mother looked close to breaking, so close, "Trust me mom," Jude reasoned, "if we don't trust each other than we don't have any respect. I didn't understand that before," Jude confessed, "but I am trying to know. I am trying now mom."

"I know, baby," her mother leaned forward to touch her cheek. Her hands were so warm.

"I will tell you," Sue said, getting into it, "I know this is going to all be new for you, but you have to have patience with us. Patience with Jacob." She had my attention now, Jude's mind became a sponge.

Jude heard herself agree, "Okay."

Sue brought Jude back to a sitting position on the couch, their hands holding one another, "let me tell you a story Jude. The story of Taha Aki and his Third Wife."

She felt her excitement fade, "I know that story," Jude interrupted, "if this is some story to make me bored with all this, it isn't going to work-

"It's not, and this time I am going to say it differently," her mother's dark eyes meant so much more now, "this is not only a story of the Third Wife's sacrifice, but of her relationship with the Chief of her tribe and the first spirit warrior, her role as his imprint."

"Imprint," there was that word again, "tell me Mom."

"You are an imprint Jude," Sue told her quietly, letting her take it in, as if Jude did not know the importance of that word, but the more Jude's mother spoke, the more she did explain the role the imprint took, with that slow and sure landslide of information that came from her...Jude realized it so much more than a word.

It was so much more than she could understand without Jacob here.

But, Jude could try.