Author's Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to update. Work has been kicking my ass and I've been sick, so just a whole load of things keeping me from my favorite hobby. However, to make it up to you, I present my longest chapter yet!
Writing this also took up much of the time it took to finish… This chapter was extremely difficult. You know, trying to keep true to the canon characters? I hope I don't disappoint!
Enjoy.
Chapter 6: Breakfast and Playboys
Jacob is unsure of why he couldn't find a restful sleep only hours ago. His brain had been a mess with all of the new questions surfacing, so it makes sense if that were the case. After all of these years of knowing he suddenly feels completely out of the loop, as if the entire world that he thought he understood only days ago is nothing but a joke. Or maybe he is the joke? He can't shake the paranoid feeling that everything is plotting against him, waiting in the shadows until the perfect opportunity to laugh in his face for his naivety. But what in the hell could he have done? He's only living by what he has learned, what he has been told.
He thinks it could have also been the heavy stink of Sarah's arousal and no matter how many times he tried to relieve himself his erection remained taunted and at it's peak. Of course there had been no satisfaction for him. Just the muttered curses from under his breath and the constant ache between his legs, serving as a reminder that every so often one's body chooses to be defiant.
As if on cue, Jacob tugs at his shorts to adjust himself as he moves about a kitchen that is not his own. He pours the mixture of chopped potatoes and vegetables into the searing pan, watching as the items hiss and spit when they make contact with the layer of melted butter. The heavy aroma of peppers and garlic immediately invade his surroundings as he turns down the heat on the stove. He moves to the counter and opens the carton of eggs, cracking all twelve and emptying their contents into a glass bowl.
As he prepares his station for a smooth and organized execution, he begins to wonder when he had grown up. He knows it's been years since he started taking better care of himself and essentially acting like an adult, at least the majority of the time, but he had never actually stopped to think about it. To notice it. He thinks it has something to do with being in this particular house.
Jacob can hear the slow and muffled movements of another presence in the far room of the house as he places the leftover sausage into the microwave. He begins to nuke the meat and listens to the sound of thin rubber rolling against the old floorboards growing louder until it stops just outside of the small kitchen.
"It's always a pleasure to get woken up at six in the morning to an unannounced visitor. Enjoying making a mess in my kitchen?"
Jacob can't help the grin that slides between his cheeks. "Nice to see you too, Dad."
"Been a while." He can hear his father's wheelchair moving again from behind him and when it stops by the dining table he turns to meet his eyes.
"Yeah." Jacob nods. "What have you been up to?"
"Oh, you know," the older man shifts in his seat. "Just getting by. Signed up for tap dancing lessons last week. It's all been a real blast."
Jacob laughs, glad that his father still keeps up with his own sense of humor. He matches his elders smile and takes in the friendly face that he hasn't seen in at least a month. He notices that there is more silver in his long black locks than he remembers from last time, and the skin seems to droop at his once sharp edges. But his dark eyes remain as wise and knowing as ever, alive with a charged energy that practically screams magic.
"You're looking good, Dad."
"You too, Jacob." Billy nods and the men appreciate each other's presence for another moment before Jacob returns to his task. He stirs the food in the pan, causing another uproar of sounds from the heated grease.
"Smells good. What are you making?"
"Breakfast." Jacob replies shortly. "You'll like it."
Another silence falls between them and the younger man can't help but feel awkward. It has been a long time since they have actually had something of substance to speak about, considering nothing happens in their lives anymore. Jacob knows everything he needs about the legends and the history of his people, something that was required especially of him considering he would someday be chief. Although, he hopes, that day will not come soon. They've talked about girls and money and love, and Billy would help Jacob with schoolwork and with any other problems a young, growing man may come across as any father should. But those days have long since passed.
They continue to visit and do things together on occasion like family would, but for years there has just been nothing to talk about. There has been no excitement since the whole Bella fiasco and Jacob has had a firm grip on running his own pack for so long now that he no longer needs guidance. Or at least that's how he feels. Now, they struggle to find something to talk about - the weather, local news, or recent gossip on the reservation. Jacob loves his father, and Billy in turn loves him back, dearly. However, there comes a time in most lives when things just become boring, to put it in simple terms.
But today will be different. Jacob needs his father more now than he has since he was a teenager. He just hopes he can handle his conclusion.
Billy parks himself at his dining table as Jacob serves him his dish, receiving only half the amount that is piled onto Jacob's plate. He thanks his son and the men begin their meals in silence.
"So how are things at the shop?" Billy breaks the quiet after making a noticeable dent in his serving.
"They're good." Jacob replies through the corner of his mouth as he chews then swallows. "Business hasn't picked up much lately but Seth is working on some marketing ideas."
"That's great, Jacob. So I take it Seth is still in school then?"
"Yeah, he's still doing that online thing. Strange to think he's the only one of us who will be getting a college degree."
"I hope you don't think less of yourself because of that." Billy gives his son a pointed look.
Jacob shakes his head. "No, of course not. School was never my thing. 'Sides, I've got responsibilities."
After meeting his father's gaze he realizes that his words didn't sound as he thought he made them out to be. "Dad, seriously, I wouldn't give this up for anything. I love what I do, no regrets."
Billy lets his stare linger for a moment as if he is reading his son's very soul until a final nod breaks their contact so he can return to his food.
Small conversation filters in and out through their breakfast until Jacob devours the last morsel from his plate. Billy takes his last bite and without question Jacob gathers the dishes and takes them to the sink where he begins the process of cleaning up his mess. He does this quietly as his father wheels himself through the front door and onto the porch, greeting the morning cold against his old, weathered skin. His chest falls as he lets a long sigh release from his lungs. He knows his son is here for more than just a random visit. He can see it in his tired eyes; he can feel it in his aura. Something is troubling his offspring, and he doesn't know how much longer he can dwell on Jacob's inept reticence.
Billy knows he won't have to wait much longer to get whatever it is that rests on Jacob's mind to his tongue when he hears the faucet shut off and heavy footsteps falling towards the door. He just isn't sure if he will have to coax it out of him, or if his son will speak up on his own. He watches the younger man linger in the doorway for a time, his gaze downcast and jaw tight.
"Tell me your thoughts, Jacob." Billy speaks. "What has you so bothered?" The curious look the elder receives only causes him to chuckle lightly as his son moves to sit on the wooden bench beside his chair.
Jacob rubs the back of his neck and stares forward into the yard he grew up with. So many memories and promises of adventure to a young soul. "I don't even know where to start, Dad."
Billy cracks a smile. "It would make sense to start from the beginning, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, thanks," he laughs in response. "So there's this girl -"
"Haven't we already had this conversation?"
"Dad, seriously?" Jacob admonishes.
Billy holds up his hands in defense, a crooked smile forming on his lips. "I was just trying to lighten the mood, Son."
He huffs through his nose and rolls his eyes, squaring his shoulders and clearing his throat. His father's humor and take on life was making him more nervous. But why was he nervous? He's only looking for the possibility of answers, something that he can hold onto and believe. So why? It's not like Sarah is even a temporary fixture in his life. She isn't fixed to anything. He just needs to learn of what else is out there besides the kind he already knows, and maybe even get a clue at figuring out the origins of the girl. That girl with the soft, tawny skin and wild, ebony hair, her blazing blue eyes swimming with secrets. His senses flood with the smell of her wetness and the sound of her frenzied moans; he remembers vividly the feel of the beauty beneath him.
Jacob shakes his head vigorously and squirms in his seat, trying to hide his uncomfortable predicament, emitting a groan from his throat that relays his irritation clearly. He spares a glance at his father who is watching him calmly, his expression unreadable. "We came across her scent in the woods two nights ago," he starts. "It was our monthly meeting when out of nowhere none of us could concentrate anymore. This smell just came barging in, so we started tracking it and found nothing."
He pauses to look at Billy and is greeted with the same concentrated expression. He figures his next words will probably cause a stir in the old mans composure. "Thing is, we could tell it was a female and that it wasn't human. But she wasn't a bloodsucker, and she wasn't one of us."
"Peculiar." The change in his father's features is subtle as he takes in the information.
"Very." Jacob quietly agrees. "So yesterday I'm out for my usual run and I happen to stumble upon her. She was cleaning her clothes or something out by that estuary, I don't know. Any way, she turns and runs and next thing I know she shifts into a black wolf."
Jacob gauges his father's reaction carefully, taking in his widening eyes and that his jaw has gone slack. "What?" is all that he can manage.
"Yeah, she phased into a damn wolf. She isn't fast like us, and nowhere near as big as us. But I have never seen so much aggression. She was so wild, Dad. It almost scared the shit out of me."
Billy's eyes drop and his son can tell that he is searching through his own mind and history for possible answers already. He waits to hear his father speak.
"What happened? Did you follow her?" He asks calmly.
"Yes. I talked to her a little."
Their eyes meet again and Billy's brow lifts slightly. "You didn't reveal yourself to her, did you? You didn't tell her anything?"
"No Dad, I didn't say anything. But -"
"But what, Jacob?" The warning tone laced within his father's words is evident.
"I'm not stupid, Dad." He retorts. "I know how important it is to keep our secret, especially now that there is obviously more out there that is unknown." He doesn't mean for his inflection to sound accusing but he can't help it. "But she did see me. I chased her in my wolf form. I guess I got excited and caught up with the situation. I mean hell! She morphed into big ass canine, too! But I didn't say anything to her about us, I swear."
Billy nods after letting out a long exhale. "What happened next?"
"I tried to communicate with her through our form of telepathy, thinking that maybe she was one of us. But she couldn't hear me. So I phased back and got her to talk to me."
"What did she say?"
"Well apparently she has no idea what she is either. She said she is from Alaska and that she's just passing through here. Says she's on the run, but from what I don't know."
Another long pause falls between the men. Jacob watches patiently as his father mulls over the facts he has presented. "I'm sorry, Jacob." Billy finally shrugs. "But I think I'm at just as much of a loss on ideas as you are."
He lets out a breath he didn't even realize he had been holding. "You have to have something, Dad. Anything? I mean, with all that you know and everything you have taught me, you have to know something!"
"Right now I don't, but I will look into it. Is she of a Native descent?"
"I don't know… I think so."
"Up in Alaska there are many native tribes, and if she is a descendant of any of them that could help narrow the research. The majority of the indigenous people believe they were created or descended of particular animals, and it would make sense that we are not the only… Shifters I guess is the best word to describe it. Unfortunately our elders have not done much research or teachings of outside tribes unless there was a connection or experience of sorts, so off the top of my head I have no answers for you."
Jacob leans forward, digging his elbows into the crooks just above his knees and simply nods in response. His eyes glaze indicating that he is deep in thought.
Billy reaches forward to place a hand on his sons shoulder. "We will figure this out, Jacob. But in the meantime, I want you to stay away from her. I understand that you make the rules and command the pack, but from father to son, I think it may be best to keep a distance until you know a little more about what she may be."
Jacob swallows the mass growing in his throat. "I've already told the others to stay away, to ignore her scent. We already had a meeting about this."
"That was a wise decision."
The turmoil rising up within his mind and instincts is causing his frame to tense and his composure feels it will shatter in a matter of seconds if he can't get a grip on his thoughts. He knows there is more to tell his father, but he feels uncomfortable divulging in specific details, such as the insanity of last night. It was personal, and he feels as though sharing his memories of this experience with his own father may be a bit over the line. However, there were certain things that he needed to tell him, like how Sarah made him feel.
When he feels Billy's presence pulling away, every wall he was trying to build comes crashing down and before he can gather his words his mouth works without his consent. "I had sex with her."
His fathers silence and stony expression terrifies him. He expected an outburst of sorts or an immediate lecture, which is something he could handle. At least then he would know exactly how Billy feels about the news. But this – not a single word or even a look – is frightening and causes his nerves to bundle and strain against his already cautious mentality. He can't tell if he is angry, or if he understands, or worse… if he is disappointed. He watches and waits to hear his father say something, anything, but when no words split the thick tension he decides it is best to continue.
"It was last night," he begins quietly, carefully treading as he explains. "She had been in the Cullen territory so I asked her to come with me, or to leave at least." He notices his father shift uncomfortably in his chair. "Don't worry; I didn't say anything about them either. But she didn't listen to me. She just told me to go away, and she looked crazy! Like some feral beast ready to pounce. So I left her and went home, I couldn't think of anything else to do. She terrified me."
Billy nods, indicating that he is listening and wanting his son to press on further.
"She ends up following me home and there is something different, something that I hadn't noticed before. She smelled…" his voice trails as he tries to find the right words, thinking it best to keep a low rating on his recount of events. "She smelled different, and then I snapped. It was like I had no control over my body, and then… Well, I'm sure you can figure out what happened from there."
"Mm hmm." Billy murmurs before he finally speaks. "I just don't understand, Jacob. I know you're not exactly inexperienced with women," he pauses to pass a pertinent look at his son. "But I know you're smarter than this. You knew she wasn't ordinary and yet -"
"Look Dad, I know." Jacob cuts him off, clearly frustrated with his fathers scrutinizing and uncomfortable with the conversation in general. "But like I said, I had no control. I'm not really concerned about the sex or what happened with her, any way. The only reason I brought this up is because I have more questions on things I don't understand."
"Like what?"
"What's it like to…" again, he struggles to find the words. Not that he doesn't know how to ask, it's only that the subject makes him anxious. "What is it supposed to feel like when we imprint?"
The exasperated sigh that wracks Billy's body and the hand that he runs down over his face confirms for Jacob that he's screwed. His father is annoyed and most likely disappointed. "That's something I feel you should ask someone who already has. All that I can tell you is what is recorded in the legends and word-of-mouth. Why do you ask?"
He quickly turns away from his fathers analyzing eyes, remembering that he has never had much confidence when facing his judgment. "Because I need to know what it is supposed to feel like. I mean, I thought I would know what it is exactly when it happens since it's such a big deal and like, this ancient magic, you know? But I have no idea if I did or not. All that I do know is that I cannot get this girl out of my head."
"Do you feel a pull towards her?"
"It's hard to explain. I do, in a sense, but I don't. The wolf in me goes absolutely insane whenever she is close." He stops to take in a deep breath. "I don't know how to explain it, but this whole thing is actually scaring me. My wolf is scaring me. It feels like there is this battle for dominance growing within me. I can't help but feel more like an animal rather than a man who happens to turn into a big fucking dog. I can feel it swelling up inside of me, molding into every curve and muscle trying to rip through this shell of a body. I feel like this, me right here," he waves his hands gesturing around his torso. "I feel like I'm just a cage holding it back and it's only a matter of time before I snap."
"So you're telling me that you're wolf is acting up and you're having a hard time controlling it, and it's all because of this girl?"
"Yes." Jacob nods towards his father's perplexed features. "I can feel it wanting to get out, to make all of the decisions. I just don't get it. I thought we and our wolves were supposed to be one collaborative being?"
"That's the thing about imprinting. As far back as I can find every member of the tribe who has ever phased has had problems here and there with completely controlling their wolf, but never to the extent you have described. And when an imprint is made it is supposed to bind the man and wolf, for they have found their soul purpose for living, therefore a common interest and reason to fight. It is meant to tame the wolf, in a sense. So what you are telling me is just…"
"What, Dad?"
"Well, it's strange. It's unheard of. So I can understand why you are so hesitant."
"Great." Jacob mutters. "Guess it looks like I'm screwed."
"You said she was just passing through, right? Did she say when she was leaving?"
"She took off after we… you know… and said she was leaving town. But I can't help the feeling that I'll be seeing her again, like she isn't leaving."
"I don't know if it is because she trusts you, or if she is drawn to you in a way that you are to her, but from you have told me it's too late to warn you off. My advice is for you to try and get to know her, get as many answers as you can." Billy says smoothly until he continues, his pitch dropping. "But keep the pack out of it. I don't want to see any one get hurt, and while I worry about you of course, I have a feeling you will know how to take care of this if the time comes."
Jacob nods in understanding. "Okay. For the time being can you please try to find anything you can? Even if it's not about her, just what else can be out there. After all, I figure if we and those blasted leeches exist, what other monsters are lurking around, you know?"
"I will do my best, son." Billy smiles reassuringly and watches the younger man's eyes surge with curiosity as he stares out passed the front yard. "Have you talked to Sam about this?"
"No."
"I think it may be best that you do. He is another Alpha, so he and his pack have a right to know what you do. Besides, he may be able to help you out on this imprinting problem."
"I guess." Jacob shrugs, hoping his father will drop the subject of his former leader from years ago. Billy quickly takes the hint.
"For now, tell me about her. What did you talk about? What does she look like?"
The elder mans heart immediately swells when he sees the starry gleam flash in his son's eyes and the toothy smile that breaks his frown. "God, Dad, she's gorgeous. Like, otherworldly beautiful. She's got these deep blue eyes that…" Jacob tries to stop the vomit-like splurging of words that fall from his mouth but he literally can't. "She's exotic, and small in both forms, but she can definitely hold her own. She's like this little hellion pent up on all sorts of fury. She reminded me of Leah, just more dangerous." He can't help but chuckle at the thought.
Billy smiles knowingly and suppresses a laugh. "What's her name?"
Jacob slowly brings his eyes to his father's for the first time in long moments and doesn't try to mask the sudden onslaught of emotions he knows will be shining in his eyes. The feeling of sadness and loss morphing into that of awe and memory. "It's Sarah."
He can hear the elder's heart skip a beat and watches the infectious smile grow on his lips. "What a lovely name." Billy whispers.
"Yeah, I thought so." Jacob places a large hand on his father's knee. "I'm going have to get going though. Duty calls."
"Work?"
He nods. "Yeah, I've got a Bimmer that's due to be done by this afternoon."
"Well enjoy, son. And I hope to see you again soon. Maybe come by for dinner this weekend?" Billy squeezes his hand before Jacob stands to remove himself from the porch.
"That sounds great." A genuine smile graces his features.
"And Jacob?" He turns around at the driveway at his dads call. "Earn her trust. Maybe she can give you more answers than you think."
"I'll try."
"I love you, Jacob."
"Love you too, Dad."
Jacob rushes home to quickly shower considering he was too distracted earlier to bother with such a tedious task. He thinks that talking about Sarah out in the open helped his situation immensely considering he barely had to touch himself to relieve his hard-on. It was painful at first but he ignored it, glad that he didn't have to go on for much longer and worrying about how much worse it could have been. Once he is satisfied with scrubbing all alien scents from his skin he climbs out of the shower and throws on his desired outfit before running out the door to his Volkswagen. Before starting his short drive to work he sniffs at his arm, hoping no trace of Sarah can be found to potentially raise even more unwanted questions from his coworker and best friend.
It is half passed eight by the time he reaches his garage only six miles from his home, a territory that he and his partners had specifically chosen five years ago when they started their business. It rests off the side of the road, no other building in sight, and sits comfortably near the halfway point between La Push and Forks. The location itself tends to drive a steady amount of traffic to their door, literally speaking. Forks, being another small town, is home to only one mechanic shop that lays near the center of town. Whereas "La Garage" welcomes visitors who are already on the road with country-felt signs and even a small billboard a few miles down the highway, all thanks to Seth and his brilliance of course. It doesn't hurt that the shop is ran and operated by three young and Herculean men. Embry likes to think it's the buff and brawns that bring the customers, not Jacob's endless talent with machinery.
As usual Jacob is the first to arrive to work. He unlocks the steal door to the garage and leaves the front office to Embry for whenever he decides to show up. After organizing the tools he will need for the old lady's ninety-eight BMW 528i he unlatches the hood and raises the bonnet, taking a look at the engine he has been tuning up since last week. He quickly gives it a once over to analyze the remaining work then jumps in with his eager hands after turning the dial on the radio to raise the volume.
He wipes the thin sheen of sweat from his brow with the back of his grease stained hand after nearly an hour of tinkering with the vehicle. He heard Embry moving about the office twenty minutes ago and knows it is only a matter of time before his friend moves to the back to start badgering him with questions. Therefore he began to work vigorously on his project, hoping to get most of the work done before he can get distracted.
"How's is hangin', broski?" speak of the devil.
"Just working, Em. Maybe you should try it sometime." Jacob turns his head to peer at his friend examining a ratchet.
"Nah, I'm too pretty for work." Embry sets the tool down and moves towards his friend. He nods his head to the beat of the music wafting through the room until he catches on to the lyrics. "Dude! Really? How do you expect us to gain clients when you're blaring this shit from the garage?"
Jacob lifts his head and looks at the boom box on the shelf and laughs. "Do you really think someone will turn down the best service to their car just because of the music the mechanic is listening to?"
Embry's mouth falls open. "That guy just clearly sang 'In the beginning there was semen'. That's hardly your typical music."
Jacob only laughs in response.
"Whatever. I just have no desire to hear what the rest of the song is about." He moves to the Ford pickup in the center of the room where he lifts himself to sit on the hood.
"I would think our clients would have a bigger issue with you putting dents in their cars." Jacob mutters.
The other man waves his hand dismissively. "Minor detail. 'Sides, it's not like you couldn't just pop it right back out."
Jacob snorts. "Right. That should be your chore from now on, seeing as you're the cause of the damage."
"No can do, Jake. I'm the salesman, you're the mechanic. I can't chance messing up this perfect face."
"Then stop damaging the goods!" Jacob weakly throws a small metric wrench at his friend before the man jumps down from his perch. They share a set of laughs when Embry throws the tool back and hits him in the shoulder. It's been this way since they can remember. When they decided to open up shop, Jacob was already an experienced mechanic so it was no argument that he would run the back end of things, where Embry has always been good with people. He is a natural flirt and has the looks that could put Prince Charming to shame, so naturally it made sense to let him run the office and sell the potential clients. And being that Embry bores easily he tends to find himself in the garage bothering Jacob with random conversation.
"So what's going on, bro? Did you find anything out?" Embry takes to leaning against the grill of the pickup.
"About what?"
"You know, that wolf girl? Mistress hottie with an attitude?" Embry licks his lips absentmindedly. "I was thinking maybe you talked to your Dad or something."
"Yeah, I talked to him." Jacob grunts as he forces a stripped bolt to turn in his grip. "He's got nothing."
"That sucks."
"Mm hmm." He mumbles in return and pauses his task to grip the bridge of his nose between his fingers, clenching his eyes shut to try and fight off the exhaustion.
"Dude, you look like shit." Embry huffs as he takes a moment to examine the dark bags under his friend's eyes.
"I didn't sleep last night."
"Oh really now? Why is that?"
Jacob lifts his gaze to watch Embry waggle his eyebrows. He swallows thickly, hoping he can't be read easily at this point. He thinks it is best to not divulge in the details he shared with his father with his pack members, best friends or not. "Don't know. I just couldn't sleep. I've had a lot on my mind lately."
"Sure." Embry simply drawls. The look in his eyes makes it clear that he doesn't believe Jacob's words in the slightest, but he decides to drop the subject. "Mind if I come over after work? I got these bomb-ass tenderloins and you're the only one with a grill."
"Sure, sure." Jacob shrugs and returns to picking apart pieces of the engine.
"Cool, dude. I'm gonna head in and do some work. And by work I mean read the shit out of the new Playboy."
Jacob's movement comes to a stop as he lifts a scrutinizing brow at his friend.
"What?" Embry shrugs and shows his palms. "There's some funny shit in there. And I have personally benefited from some of the tips on how to pick up women. You should give it a try sometime." Before retreating back to his office he winks at his friend.
Jacob shakes his head and laughs under his breath at his friends antics before returning, yet again, to his work. He lets the sounds coming from the stereo swallow the silence from the room and his lips form around the words as he sings silently along. For once his mind isn't occupied by Sarah, that's why he loves his work. It lets him focus and forget about all the bullshit that comes along with the package of life. And he can practically taste the meat that he and Embry will be charring this afternoon. He reminds himself to pick up some beer on the way home.
A smile works its way onto his moving lips until he realizes his mistake. He is allowing Embry over to his home and he hasn't had a chance to clean since last night, since the heated and messy sex bomb blew through it. His friend probably won't even have to step inside to catch a glimpse of the drugging smell, not to mention the sight of it. After cursing at himself quietly, he begins to think of any possible excuse to send Embry packing to someone else's grill. However, the thought of potentially not getting a chance to devour a nicely blackened tenderloin does put a damper on things.
Jacob can't help the groan that rolls from his throat. Is the food worth it?
Author's Note: Well, there you have it. I hope it was worth the wait! It was definitely fun, although frustrating, to write and you have no idea how excited I am for the next installment, which will come sooner, I promise!
I do have a question, though. Who of the wolves would you like Sarah to meet in the woods for the next chapter? I have most of it written out but I want her to run into someone new, just a short meet. I do have plans for Sam, Leah and Embry, so anyone else… Who would you like to see her run into? Let me know in a review or a PM!
Also, I need to thank Heartbeat7, Song Of The Moon, Venetia Carianna, Invaderzee, Mebs2010, A.J. Scarlet, Crimsonmoon90 and xXAngelstormXx for all of their wonderful reviews! You all are just so kind and I truly don't know how I get by without hearing from you. I honestly appreciate everything.
Everyone else, be sure to check out every single one of their stories! I guarantee they are some of the best you will ever read!
Music Recommendations: While in the shop the song Embry refers to is "Birth" by The Faint, and I pictured Jacob lip syncing along to "You Blew Me Off" by Bare Jr. Be sure to look forward to more recommendations in future chapters!
Again, I hope you enjoyed. I would really love to know what you thought of this chapter. Like it? Hate it? Any ways, happy writing.
