Pairing: Bella/Jacob, Charlie, Billy
Rating: M
Genre: Suspense (O/S genre is angst/hurt/comfort)
Word Count: 269
Prompt: Johnny Cash's "Hurt"
Origin: Tricky Raven's Weekly Fan Fic Drabble Contest, Prompt #7
A/N: So, Mel obviously knew I was working on this yesterday because she nicked the video prompt for the weekly drabble from the suggestions she gave me knowing I chose this one, very likely in order to give me a nudge to post my first angst one-shot because I thought about not posting it and now I have no excuse. This is just a preview to test the waters...
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(preview)
It began with a phone call, on a regular old Saturday like any other Saturday. Bella insisted they make no fuss and, though they did fuss a little, they didn't put a name on it, making it a pack gathering and that was just fine by her.
The pack knew her proclivities and were willing to play along, so it was just another Saturday.
But it being 'just another Saturday on a day when no fuss would be made and no mentions would be made of the reason for the lack of fuss', the entire pack was gathered in Sam and Emily's living room anyway when the call came in.
The call that changed their lives.
The call that made that Saturday unlike any other Saturday before.
Sam picked it up on the first ring, "Hello?"
Jacob heard his father's deep baritone on the other end, "Sam? Is Bella there?"
"Yeah, do you want to talk to-"
"I'm on my way."
Click.
Jacob watched Sam hang up the phone as if in slow motion, slick tendrils of dread wrapping around his gut.
Sam rubbed a hand over his heart.
Jacob mirrored the action.
Both knew the sensation, had felt it before-a sixth sense their wolves had that presaged the phase or harm to a member of their pack.
Their heads snapped up, eyes locked. Jacob and Sam realized with growing horror what the call meant as the other wolves in the house quieted, their bodies becoming restless with the same growing sense that had warned Sam's and Jacob's wolves that whatever was coming would be bad.
Really, very bad.
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