AN: This story will be a series of drabbles 1000 words or less. big thanks to everyone who has reviewed, alerted or faved this story. You guys are great :) I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that you may find, don't be shy, leave me a review. Oh and before I forget, please do check out TheGoldenViolet's story "Breaking Italy", it's an Edward and Jacob fanfiction revolving around the world of magic and love. Please do check it out and leave her a review telling her that I sent you! *big kisses and hugs*
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He was running, arms pumped against his sides allowing him to propel forward with each stride. Each breath hurt more than the last, he was moving too fast for his body to handle. Ribs shifted under a bed of stitched skin, flexing and recoiling against the immense weight of each labored breath. His heart began to burn with pain as he grew further and further away, from Edward. Those topaz eyes remained in the back of his mind, as permanent as a tattoo. They begged him not to go, not to stray too far away. More than anything, Jacob wanted to venture back to the Cullen's home. To take Edward in his arms and simply ravage him. To mess up the vampires hair and leave him wanton with lust, begging and pleading to be washed away by a sea of want.
But Jacob knew that he couldn't, it was forbidden for him to associate with the vampires and yet…It was slowly becoming more and more impossible with each stride. But he kept running, grimacing against the pain although he knew that the stitches drawn through his arm and leg did nothing to heal him. His wounds would heal themselves by the time he returned to the reservation, it was a blessing to be a werewolf but it was also a curse. When he phased, his pack members would be able to hear his innermost thoughts, there would be no hiding anything from them.
Everyone of his pack members would find out, about Edward and especially about the imprint.
With that thought, Jacob stumbled to a stop in a bed of high weeds on the forest floor and remained motionless for a moment. He caught his breath, inhaling the fresh forest air that was left unchanged by the autumnal season that was on the horizon. He knew that Mother Nature wouldn't judge him for his thoughts, for his imprint on a man. So he sat with her, enjoying her silent company and caressing gusts of air.
He allowed himself to drown in his sorrow, letting his need to be by his imprints side suffocate his thoughts.
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