Chapter 13
The following day, Jacob chose to stay home, recognizing the significance of Embry's struggle with his wolf form. The high school activities were momentarily set aside to help his friend regain control.
As the morning sunlight filtered through the trees of the familiar forest, they began delving deeper into their werewolf abilities, seeking not only physical strength but also mental fortitude.
Sam had told him yesterday, "Jake, your presence could make a difference for Embry. You've always been close friends, and sometimes that connection is what helps the most."
So now they were surrounded by the towering trees, and Jacob guided him through the breathing techniques werewolves used to control anger and maintain emotional balance. The act of breathing took on a profound significance, each inhalation and exhalation carrying the weight of their energy and, thus, the key to transformation.
As the day progressed, he was taken aback when Embry, despite his recent struggles, exhibited an unexpected burst of joy.
Embry, grinning widely, expressed, "There's something exhilarating about being a werewolf. The speed, the strength–it's like tapping into a whole new level of existence. I like it!"
"Err..." He blinked, unsure what to say. For him, the first transformation and the days following were a time of pain and self-acceptance. "That's great."
"I really want to learn to become a wolf again. I feel like I can handle it," he stated, his enthusiasm apparent in his eyes.
However, he took a more cautious stance. "It's great that you're feeling good about it, but we need to take this one step at a time. Controlling the shift is crucial. And to do that, you have to control your emotions and mind. It would be best if you didn't rush into it. Let's focus on getting that part right first."
"How long are we going to keep doing this, man? It feels like we've been here for hours, and all we've been doing is breathing exercises. I want to learn how to run, how to hunt, how to be a proper werewolf," he whined.
Jacob sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to be patient with his friend. "Embry, you have to understand that this is the foundation. You can't run before you learn to walk. Controlling your emotions and breath is the key to controlling your transformation. If you can't master that, you'll never be able to tap into the full potential of your abilities."
Embry rolled his eyes but didn't argue further. Jacob knew he just wished there was a shortcut, an easier way to get to the fun part, but he knew Jacob was right.
As the afternoon pressed, he could sense that Embry felt more centered, more in control of his thoughts and feelings.
"Becoming a werewolf is not just about physical strength and speed, but also about mental fortitude and discipline." He told Embry as they packed up to head home for the day.
"I know, I know." He sighed.
Jacob grinned. "I think you're ready."
Embry's eyes lit up with excitement at his words. "Really? What's next?" he asked eagerly.
He chuckled at him. "Tomorrow, we'll work on the physical aspect of your training. We'll start with phasing, then running, and then move on to hunting. But for now, let's call it a day and head back home."
Embry nodded, now beaming with renewed excitement. "Thanks, man. I appreciate you doing this for me."
Jacob clapped him on the back. "Of course. We're not just pack brothers, we're best friends, and I'll always have your back. Now let's get out of here before it gets dark, and your mom yells at you."
"It's good to have you back, Jake."
"Yeah." He smiled for a moment, and then his smile faltered, and he let out a sigh.
A long pause came between them. Even without the telepathy, he could tell they were both thinking about their missing member–Quil.
They trekked their way back home, and as they approached Embry's house, he hesitated. "Maybe I should just stay over at your place tonight. My mom doesn't know about my werewolf abilities, and she's going to ground me if she finds out I've been spending my time in the woods instead of in school."
Jacob patted his friend on the back, understanding his reluctance. "It's okay, man. We'll figure it out. Maybe we can talk to Sam and see if he has any advice on what to do."
Embry nodded, looking paler as he neared the porch.
Jacob put a comforting arm around his friend. "It's okay. You are welcome at my place, always."
Embry smiled, but it was strained. "Thanks, Jake. You're the best... But actually, it's better if I just face it. Don't want her calling up Billy."
He frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." He sighed, and then he went through the door.
Jacob turned away and started walking, but not before he heard the piercing voice of Embry's mom stream through the closed door, criticizing him for missing school.
