Disclaimer: This story is rated T+/ M (Mature) Content may be suitable for person ages 17 and older. Will most likely contain intense violence, blood and gore, sexual content, and strong language.
Embry's POV
A heavy rainstorm was sweeping through the Pacific Northwest. A wave of static lines ran down the screen on TV in the corner of Forks Diner. The sound was muted, but subtext was on the screen. Rain was already coming down in sheets and the clouds ominous as they were blocked out the sky.
"The usual boys?" Mrs. Cheryl's frizzy curls bobbed forward writing down our usual.
"Two double burgers, one large basket of fries each?"
"You guessed it." My best friend Quil joined me in a booth near to the side door. This local hot spot was abnormally busy considering the late hour. It was most likely the tumultuous weather keeping everyone from leaving. School was starting next week. Maybe that's the reason for the crowd as well. Not something I was looking forward to. Repeating sophomore year didn't go over well with my mom. Quil was going to rub his junior status in our faces.
"When do you think he'll get here?" Quil asked. He took off his damp jacket tossing it over the back of the booth. Quil had just got off duty from a seasonal security gig downtown by the Port Angeles docks with Sam. What Quil was saving up for I had no idea, but Sam was doing everything he could to save up for wedding expenses coming up in June.
"Billie told me he called from a truck stop about an hour ago. He should be arriving any minute now." I informed him.
"Cool. It will be good to have him back. But do you think, you know, he'll be okay?" We were both worried and haven't really talked about the giant wolf almost in the room. Pack members took turns checking on him these past months.
I shrugged. "Here's to hoping he ran it out of his system."
"Guess that's what we're here for." Quil didn't sound certain, but he and I were determined to help Jake no matter what.
Ever since Bella married Edward Cullen, Jacob immediately left Washington. He'd been roaming around in wolf form for months traveling from Alaska to Canada maybe farther. Who could blame him? She was his first love and childhood friend. Bella had used him to fill a void the blood sucker had left. In one of their love spats Edward had left six months prior. And when he came back, Bella disregarded Jacob almost completely. Stringing him along unnecessarily for whatever reason.
It was good to hear that Jake had finally agreed to come home. Sam had to run all the way up there to convince him. That and some phone calls from Billie coaxing him. His dad and his sister Rachel have been worried sick. Heck we all were. From what Sam told us he's been in Wolf form for the majority of the time he's been gone. Integrating back into everyday life might be hard for him. That's where we come in.
Our eyes were glued to the entrance and exit. Any minute now. The clock on the opposite wall ticked to 11:00pm.
Soon enough the side door opened. But instead of our 6 ft 7 friend a small five-foot something girl around our age, maybe younger, approached the diner counter. She was soaked to the bone head to toe. Her maroon hoodie drooped with the weight of water it absorbed, and jeans clung to her figure. The girl looked utterly pathetic dripping on the tile. The way she shivered seemed like she would break.
"My dear! Let me get you a towel." Cheryl, the owner of the diner, seemed to know the girl. The older woman shuffled to the back to find something for her to dry off with.
The girl peeled the wet hood off her head and threw it back with a flopping sound. Long dark hair clung to her face, neck, and body. Glancing around the diner her large doe like eyes scanned the restaurant.
"Here you go. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom. I'll make you a warm drink for your system."
"C-Can you c-call my father and t-tell him I arrived?" Her soft dulcet voice hardly punctured the bustling noise of the restaurant. The heavy rain clamored harder on the roof.
"Sure thing." Cheryl made her way to the phone on the opposite side of the counter.
"And a tow truck!" The girl's teeth chattered. "I think I hit a deer."
"Where is it?" Cheryl asked.
"Off the shoulder by the yield sign, just before you turn off the highway and head into Forks." She headed to the restroom with the towel in her grasp.
Quil nudged me. "Did you imprint or something? You're staring after her hard."
"I wish." I scoffed. She was undeniably beautiful, even half soaked lie that, but that wasn't it. We would know.
Our food arrived, and we stuffed our faces eagerly in our wait. Quil told me his latest and greatest story of some tweaker trying to bust in the local car dealership when the side door opened again.
This time it was who we were looking for. Jacob looked like a shaggy excuse of a caveman. His hair was longer, tangled, and almost reached his shoulders. A little weathered by the elements to say the least. Jake looked like a harder version of himself. The bleak expression on his face worried me.
Author's Note: I'm writing this for fun. Please be kind and constructive if you feel led to comment/review on this story. I know I'm not the best writer, but I just hope you enjoy the story for what it is. I'll try to up load once or twice a week when I have the time.
Story Notes: I will be using different character's points of view (POV) to tell this story. I plan to stick to two individuals as to not give you reader's whip lash. One POV per chapter.
Jacob left right after Bella's wedding and his time away is not clearly defined for writing convivence.
Quil's imprint Clare (Emily's niece) will not be an infant in this story although an age difference will exist.
As you have guessed Renesme will not exist in this story. :) Happy reading.