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Embry's POV
A heavy rainstorm was sweeping through the Pacific Northwest.
Rain was already coming down in sheets, beating on the roof of the old diner we were waiting in.
Static lines ran down the TV screen in the corner, and the sound was muted with subtext blocking underneath.
"The usual boys?" Mrs. Cheryl's frizzy curls bobbed forward, writing down our order.
"Four doubles, one large basket of fries." "You guessed it," My best friend Quil joined me in a booth close 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, which may have been the reason for the crowd as well. It was not something I was looking forward to.
Repeating sophomore year didn't go over well with my mom, and Quil was going to rub his junior status in our faces.
"When do you think he'll get here?" He asked, taking off his damp jacket.
Quil had returned from a seasonal security guard gig downtown by the Port Angeles docks with Sam.
I had no idea what Quil was saving up for, but Sam was doing everything he could to cover the wedding expenses coming up in June.
"Sam told me he called from a truck stop about an hour ago. He should be arriving any minute now." He informed me.
"Cool. Do you think, you know, he'll be okay?" We were both worried and hadn't talked about the gaint wolf almost in the room.
Pack members took turns checking on him from time to time these past months.
"Here's to hoping he ran it out of his system." Quil shrugged.
"Guess that's what we're here for." We 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 bloodsucker had left. In one of their love spats, Edward had gone six months prior, and when he came back, Bella disregarded Jacob —stringing him along unnecessarily for whatever reason.
It was good to hear Jake had finally agreed to come home. Seth and Leah 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 had been worried sick. Heck, we all were. From what we knew, he's been in Wolf form longer than any of us. Integrating back into everyday life would 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 11:00 pm.
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 the water it absorbed, and her jeans clung to her figure.
The girl looked utterly pathetic but pretty, dripping on the tile. The way she shivered seemed like her frame would break.
"My dear! Let me get you a towel." Cheryl, the diner owner, seemed to know the girl. The older woman shuffled to find something for her to dry off with.
The girl peeled the wet hood 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 grandfather 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, phone in hand.
"Off the shoulder by the yield sign, just before you turn off the highway and head into Forks." She spoke, headed to the restroom.
"Did you imprint or something? You're staring after her hard." Quil nudged me playfully.
"I wish." I scoffed. She was undeniably beautiful, even half-soaked like that, but that wasn't it. We would know.
Our food arrived, and we eagerly stuffed our faces while we waited. Quil told me his latest and greatest story about some tweaker trying to bust into the local car dealership when the side door opened again.
This time, it was who we were looking for—our friend, Jacob Black, who looked weathered by the elements, a harder version of himself.
Author's Note:
I'm writing this story for fun. Please be kind and constructive if you feel led to comment/review.
I know my writing skills aren't the best, but I hope you enjoy the story for what it is anyway. I'll try to upload once or twice a week when I have the time.
Story Notes: I will tell this story using different characters' points of view (POV). I plan to stick to two individuals per chapter so as not to give the reader whiplash.
For context, Jacob left right after Bella's wedding, and his time away is not clearly defined for writing convivence.
In this story, Quil's imprint, Clare (Emily's niece), will not be an infant, although an age gap will exist.