The Pack Imprint

by strawberryMIKO

It was a rare Imprint – a Pack Imprint. And it was imperative that they keep her. She was like a drug; addicting and compulsively needed. "I won't live without her. I wouldn't, I - we, can't. We need her more than we need air to breathe. And I will kill anyone who takes her away from me, from us." AU Kagome x Wolf Pack / UPDATED & REVISED 2/6/2025

11. Explanations

A/N: This was a beast of a chapter, clocking in at about 14k. So please ignore any mistakes, but do let me know your thoughts on this chapter! I worked so hard all week to perfect it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor Inuyasha. Both belong to their respective owners and not me. But please, please no flames and if you have nothing better to say, say nothing at all.

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Chapter 11 – Explanations

Over the next few days, Kagome received frequent phone calls from the pack. Jacob called her the very next day after dinner at Billy's, but she made an excuse about not feeling well. Later that same day, Quil called, and she gave him the same response. Technically, it wasn't a lie–she really wasn't feeling well. The pain had returned, and by now, Kagome was almost certain it had something to do with the Quileute boys in La Push. Still, she refused to let herself go down there.

The pack called her almost every day after that–Quil with his usual "Hey, sweetheart," and Seth, who kept finding excuses to stop by. Even Jared and Sam had called at least once, but Jacob was the most relentless of them all. Avoiding them wasn't working.

They weren't even trying to be subtle about it anymore. Sometimes, they'd be on the same call, all asking her the same questions. What are you doing? Can we see you? Why won't you answer our calls? Over and over, their persistence chipped away at her resolve.

She didn't know what game they were playing, wasn't sure why they were so fixated on her, but her past fears were starting to take root. More than once, she had to force herself to breathe through the mounting unease and her panic attacks happened more frequently than usual.

If Charlie was home when they called, Kagome simply told him she wasn't around and didn't take the call. He looked like he wanted to ask what was going on, but Kagome just shook her head and gave him a stern look. Charlie was quick to back down, but she knew that if this kept up, he'd speak up sooner or later.

And Bella…well, they hadn't talked much since dinner at Billy's. Kagome wasn't actively avoiding her sister, and they both acted as if nothing was wrong, but she could tell Bella had a lot on her mind. Then again, so did she. She wasn't sure what to make of this whole situation with Jacob–or, by extension, the pack–so she left it alone for now.

By Thursday of her third week in Forks, her routine hadn't changed. She woke up, got dressed, took pain meds, and turned on the TV. That day was no different.

The low hum of the television filled the quiet house, flickering images casting a soft light across the dim living room. The day had passed without much preamble, but the only noticeable difference was the lack of phone calls from the pack. Had they finally given up?

For some reason, that thought didn't sit well with her, but she ignored the nagging sense of wrongness in her chest. Flipping through channels, she eventually settled on something–though she barely registered what it was. A crime documentary, maybe. It didn't matter. She just needed the noise, the distraction it brought. Anything to drown out the chaotic mess in her mind.

Charlie was working late, and Bella was with Edward, having mentioned earlier that his family would be delighted to have her over tomorrow. Apparently, they were finalizing wedding plans and Alice needed her measurements for the bridesmaid dresses. Kagome had insisted on paying for it herself, but Bella had warned her that Alice never took no for an answer.

Kagome had been excited to meet the Cullen's at first, but her mood had taken such a downward spiral lately that she rarely felt happy about anything these days. Charlie was getting worried, urging her to see a doctor again, but she refused, insisting she was fine. Bella even offered to stay home to look after her since she'd been doing poorly again, but Kagome had to put on a brave face and waved off their concerns.

That was the way she wanted it. Or at least, that was what she told herself.

Kagome pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, trying to shake the uncomfortable sense of restlessness that had settled over her. The weather that day had been the same as it always was in Forks–dreary, wet and a perpetual overcast. It had been like this for days since the dinner at Billy's place.

At night, when she couldn't sleep, she often found herself standing by the window, staring out into the darkened forest, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wolf pack or any sign of them lingering in the shadows. Kagome didn't understand why, but no matter how many times she tried to push the thought away, it always crept back in. A small part of her wondered if she should just go down there and confront them.

But going back wasn't an option.

The ache in her chest pulsed, dull but persistent, as she focused on the television, pretending she wasn't waiting for something.

Then—a presence. It was familiar. Heavy. Unyielding. Her body tensed before her mind even registered it. She knew that aura, it was Sam.

Her eyes snapped to the door, stomach twisting as she padded over to the nearby window that overlooked the driveway. The faint glow of headlights cut through the darkness and Sam's truck idled in the driveway, engine running low and steady, his unmistakable silhouette behind the wheel.

Kagome swallowed hard. He was here. Of course he was here, she'd been avoiding them all week. A part of her had been expecting this—dreading it, almost. That one of them would just come down in person eventually. She didn't know Sam, but judging from the stern expression on his face and the intense aura he commanded, he didn't seem like the type to wait around.

She remained frozen in place, pulse thudding in her ears as she watched his dark figure through the curtain. The truck engine cut off. The sound of a door opening and closing sent a ripple of unease down her spine.

Heavy footfalls echoed up the porch steps, she could hear his boots thudding up as she moved away from the window. She stood by the door, wondering, waiting. Then—the doorbell rang.

Kagome's breath caught in her throat and she gripped the hem of her sweater as she debated whether to answer it or not. Maybe if she ignored it, he'd leave. A second passed, then another.

The doorbell rang again, and after a beat of silence she heard him sigh and he knocked on the door instead.

Her nails dug into the palms of her hands as she fisted the hem of her sweater before she took a deep breath and smoothed a hand over her clothing, like she had to make sure she was presentable before opening the door. Kagome hesitated, heart pounding as she gripped the doorknob, debating whether she should pretend she wasn't home again.

But Sam knew better–he knew she was here if his sharp senses as a wolf were anything to go by. And she had a feeling he wasn't going anywhere.

"Kagome, I know you're in there. Please, just open the door–I only want to talk." Sam's voice was calm but firm as he knocked again, his patience unwavering. Kagome sighed, pressing her lips into a thin line.

It was okay, she could do this. Taking a steadying breath, she unlocked the door, opening it just a sliver.

Dark eyes met hers immediately, and she noticed the slight curve of his lips as she attempted a smile. It seemed more like a grimace with how tired she was.

Sam towered over her even from behind the threshold, his expression unreadable, but his presence loomed—solid, unwavering. He was as handsome as ever dressed in Levi's and a dark blue t-shirt that stretched tightly over his well-defined muscles. Steel-toed boots covered his feet, and a thick, dark overcoat hung over his broad shoulders–likely to combat the torrential downpour.

Kagome swallowed, gripping the edge of the door, voice soft but steady. "Hey, Sam."

He sighed, keys jangling from his hand. "Hey," he started. "Can I come in, please?"

His expression left no room for argument, and Kagome got the sense that if she refused, he would just stay out there for hours until her dad or Bella came home. She didn't want them asking more questions–they were already worried about how sick she had gotten.

With a quiet sigh, Kagome opened the door wider and stepped aside, avoiding his gaze as he strode in.

"Wait, I'll get you slippers," she said, eyeing his boots. "Take those off first."

She wasn't about to let him trample dirt all over the clean floors.

If there was one thing Charlie had taken a shine to, it was the cultural changes that came with her presence. Kagome had brought over a few pairs of slippers from Japan for them to wear around the house. Her dad had pretty big feet, so she hoped they would fit Sam–but he was an even bigger man, so she wasn't sure.

When she returned, house slippers in tow, Sam was still standing by the door where she had left him. She handed him a pair, and he gave a slight smile as he looked down at the bright pink color.

"Sorry, I only have pink ones left, but I just mopped the floor, so…" she trailed off lightly.

He only chuckled, shaking his head. The deep sound sent a slight chill up her spine.

"It's fine," he assured her.

Being alone with him here made her…nervous.

After a beat of silence, she led him to the kitchen, where she gestured to the table for him to sit while she moved to the stove where the kettle sat.

"Did you want anything to drink? Water, tea, or…?"

Sam shook his head. "I'm alright."

Kagome pursed her lips and nodded, pouring herself a cup. It helped put some distance between her and Sam, but she could still feel his intense, heated gaze following her every movement.

When she turned back, he was staring straight at her.

Of all the Quileute boys, Sam was the one she couldn't get a read on. He kept his emotions close to his chest, and he seemed a man of few words.

Kagome swallowed thickly, looking away, but his eyes trailed her all the way to the table where she sat across from him. With how large Sam was, his legs brushed up against hers under the table, startling her slightly when her feet bumped his. She instinctively pulled back, murmuring an apology but he only chuckled.

Her fingers tightened around her warm mug.

"Sam, why are you here?" she finally asked.

It was then that she truly looked up at him, and the intensity of his expression left her feeling strangely nervous. Her stomach tightened, and when the weight of his gaze became too much, she quickly looked away.

Sam made her feel things, brought up the tingling sensation that crawled over her skin anytime she was around the pack, making her that much more aware of them.

"Kagome," he started, reaching for her hands across the table where they hugged her mug of tea. "I came because I know you're feeling things right now that you're really confused about."

His thumb traced slow, soothing circles over her skin, and Kagome couldn't help but stare at how his hand completely dwarfed hers.

Kagome said nothing–she couldn't find the words–but he pressed on, undeterred.

"I know that me and the…others came off kind of strong, and you're probably trying to deny everything that's happening. But I–we–just want a chance to explain everything."

Sam released one of her hands and gently tipped her chin up. The sincerity in his expression, the sheer earnestness in his eyes, made something inside her waver. Where the pain had once been a dull throb, it simmered till it was nothing more than a mere pang.

Kagome tried to look away, but he simply shifted, rising from his seat till he was kneeling before her. His large hands enveloped hers, grounding her in place.

She barely knew this man, and yet here he was–almost pleading on his knees.

"Sam–" she started, attempting to pull him up, but he held firm, his gaze filled with quiet determination.

"Just give us a chance to explain everything to you, and whatever you decide in the end, we'll respect it. We just want a chance–please," he almost begged.

Kagome couldn't understand–why her? What made her different? What made her special?

"This isn't some kind of joke to you guys, right? Because I–"

"No," he cut in, his voice steady, unwavering. "Not even close. This…whatever you're feeling, I–we, know you're feeling something. It's part of who we are, tied to our history–our legends. And we want to explain it to you, if you let us." His expression softened, and there was something almost pleading in his eyes. "I swear, Kagome, the pain you're feeling…it won't last. It will get better. Just give us the chance to tell you everything."

Her breath hitched. Kagome didn't trust her voice, and after a beat of silence, when she could tell he meant what he said, she only nodded. Shoulders deflating and her spirit crumbling, part of her hated how quickly she gave in, but she wanted answers. She was tired of feeling so exhausted and torn in two all the time.

Her heart soared when Sam smiled. And then he pressed a kiss to her hands. Her breath caught, and a slow warmth crept up her neck. Sam immediately let go and apologized, as if forgetting himself.

Nobody had ever treated her this way–like she was the most precious thing in the world.

"Sorry, I promise we'll explain everything," he said, standing and moving back to his seat. But even then, he reached for her hand again, and Kagome instinctively met him halfway, savoring the warmth of his calloused palm against her own. It was so strange, how right it felt.

"Can you come over for dinner tonight?" he asked her, tracing circles with his thumb against her hand.

It was soothing, and she found it easier to meet his intense gaze as she gave a slight inclination of her head. She couldn't seem to find the words to say anything.

Sam smiled, giving her hand one last squeeze before finally letting go.

"Should I bring anything?" She managed to get out, but he shook his head.

"Just yourself," he replied.

She stood then and he followed suit. "I'll just, um, go get ready then."

Kagome went upstairs while Sam moved toward the living room to wait. In her room, she let out the breath she'd been holding and glanced around for something to wear.

What was she doing? She told herself she wasn't going down there ever again but here she was, trying to find something to wear to go down to La Push.

Her suitcase sat open with clothes spilling out, and she rummaged through it for something comfortable, finally settling on a flowy light-blue skirt that ended just above her knees and a pink shirt with white frills along the hem. A small blue cloud with a duck was printed on the front. She grabbed a matching light-blue cardigan and slung a crossbody bag over her shoulder, packing a few essentials before heading downstairs. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, a few strands framing her face and she declared herself as presentable as she'd ever be.

Sam stood when he saw her, and a smile graced his handsome face that made her self-conscious. The way he looked at her…it shivers up her spine.

When she grabbed her shoes, he slipped his boots on and she hastily wrote a note for Charlie and Bella, letting them know she would be at Sam's in La Push.

Sam opened the door for her, and she ducked her head with a smile as she stepped out, locking the door behind her.

He moved around to the truck and helped her in, to which she quietly thanked him. Inside, Kagome could smell him everywhere. There was something deeply grounding about Sam's scent–rich, like damp earth after rainfall, with the faintest trace of pine and cedarwood clinging to his skin.

When he got in, she became even more aware of his sheer presence. He started the truck without much preamble, and the radio flicked on, a soft indie tune playing in the background. Before long, he pulled out of the driveway and onto the quiet road.

The ride was silent except for the low hum of music. A light drizzle started up, Forks weather making itself known. It wasn't cold, though–Sam's sheer warmth filled the truck, and she almost sighed in contentment as it wrapped around her.

As they turned onto the main road, weaving through the dense forest, Sam finally broke the silence.

"You cold? I can turn on the heat," he asked, but she shook her head. His warmth was enough to keep her comfortable.

By the time they reached La Push, the rain had stopped. The sky remained dark, a perpetual overcast hanging overhead. Sam took a turn down a long, winding road, and Kagome could sense his aura all over this area. She could also feel the presence of the others–it seemed like they spent a lot of time here.

The dirt road was bumpy and stretched on for quite a while, but before she knew it, she felt several auras gathered at the cabin at the end. They pulled into a wide dirt driveway, which was really just an open clearing with a two-story cabin nestled among the trees. Another car was parked nearby, an older model in a faded red color.

Sam had barely come to a stop before the front door swung open. Seth came bounding out, followed closely by Quil, both of them wearing wide grins.

Sam sighed, already expecting their enthusiasm, then turned to face her.

"Jake told them not to overwhelm you, but just as a warning–we can be…a lot when we're together. If you ever feel uncomfortable, just say the word and I'll take you home," Sam told her gently.

Kagome smiled softly at his thoughtfulness, appreciating how he still put her comfort first. She had to admit, she was incredibly nervous. Having them all in the same space? That was…a lot. She took a deep breath and Sam reached over, placing a hand over hers comfortingly.

"You're fine, none of us will ever do anything to hurt you or force you into something you aren't ready for. We'll have dinner and then we can talk, okay?" he told her, tilting her chin up when she looked away.

Kagome sighed and nodded, she could do this. They would explain, and she would listen. She could do at least that much. Sam smiled, and she felt his reassurance settle into her bones like it was the truth. She could feel that he meant it.

As soon as she opened the door, Quil was there, taking her hand to help her down.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted, his grin impossibly wide.

Again with the term of endearment. It wasn't lost on her as heat dusted her cheeks.

"Hi Quil," she smiled softly, his smile was infectious. It was hard to ignore them when they acted like she hadn't been actively avoiding them, but appreciated that they seemed to be trying to make her comfortable.

"Any chance I can get a hug?" he asked her carefully, his expression pleading. Quil still hadn't let go of her hand as Sam grabbed his tools from the back of the truck bed.

"Hm, let me think about that…" she teased, placing a hand on her chin thoughtfully.

When his face fell, she instantly felt bad and laughed. "I'm just kidding, of course you can."

Quil's expression lit up, his smile stretching even wider before he wrapped her in a crushing bear hug. The feel of his scorching, hot skin surprised her as her arms wound around his neck. He lifted her off the ground and spun her around with a delighted squeal, making her laugh. Kagome wouldn't admit, it felt…good, hugging him.

Seth, bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet, ambled down from the cabin toward them. He was also shirtless, like Quil.

Sam chuckled but shook his head as he headed inside.

"What about me?" Seth pouted playfully. "I think I deserve a hug too."

Kagome's heart melted, and her expression softened, warmth blooming in her chest. Even as her skin tingled from Quil touching her, she found herself embracing Seth just as tightly.

He stole her away from Quil and swept her off the ground in an equally exuberant hug, making her squeal again.

"Alright, give her some space and come inside," Sam called from the doorway.

The boys finally relented, leading her inside where the inviting aroma of something delicious wafted from the kitchen.

Sam's cabin had an open layout, with floor-to-ceiling open windows that let in the fresh air. The entire structure was wooden, giving it a rustic, hand-built charm. A large kitchen area and dining table occupied one side of the space, with enough seating for at least ten people. The living room featured a sizable couch, two recliners and what looked like a projector screen set up against the far wall with a loveseat.

Jacob smiled as she stepped inside, setting her bag on a nearby shelf. He reached out to take her cardigan, and she let him, realizing that just being around them in this space was making her heat up–in more ways than one.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, stepping forward and pulling her into a hug. "I'm glad you came," he told her softly.

His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, effortlessly lifting her off the ground due to his height. Her hands went around his neck and his heated skin–like the others, was scorching hot to the touch and it sent a pleasant tingle through her. They were all so much bigger than her that she had to stand on her tiptoes just to meet them halfway so they wouldn't have to bend down as much.

"Hey, Jake," she said with a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

She still wasn't sure where she stood with him. Kagome hadn't talked to Bella at all about Jacob and there were too many unanswered questions lingering between them.

"Have a seat. Hope you're hungry for burgers. Are you allergic to anything?" he asked her, one hand lingering on her hip. His touch seemed to burn through her shirt as she shook her head.

Jacob smiled and nodded, before moving into the kitchen where Jared was manning the grill, flipping burgers. He turned at the sound of their conversation, flashing her a megawatt smile. His dimples were prominent as he stepped away from the stove momentarily and pulled her into a hug. Jared smelled faintly like the food he was cooking but it was also smoky, with a spicy undertone and a hint of sandalwood. She didn't miss the way he sighed, and Kagome had to admit, the pain was receding and she felt so good being around the pack.

It scared her, this feeling. She didn't like it, but she couldn't deny how right it felt.

Kagome tucked a strand of hair behind an ear as she approached the kitchen island nervously, unsure where to sit or what to do. "Can I help?" she asked, but Jared immediately shook his head.

"You can sit at the table, look pretty, and take the buns with you," he teased, gesturing to the stack of buns on the island. "You're the guest here, just sit down and relax."

"Yeah, let them do all the work for once," Quil added, neck-deep in a freshly opened bag of chips.

Seth, unimpressed, kicked his chair and snagged the bag from him while Jacob just shook his head in amusement, like this happened all the time.

"Don't mind them, they're idiots," Jacob told her with a laugh.

Jared snorted. "Yeah, they share a single brain cell."

"Hey! I resent that!" Seth exclaimed, looking personally offended while Quil crossed his arms in mock outrage.

"Excuse you, I have half a brain cell compared to his non-existent one," Quil shot back, gesturing to Seth. He retaliated with a swift kick to the ribs, making him yelp.

At the table, Embry and Paul were engrossed in a card game until the latter threw a nearby cushion at their heads. Quil caught it easily, his reflexes were so quick it surprised her. It must be a result of what they were and Kagome assumed she'd find out after they had dinner.

"Dumbasses, stop playing at the damn table. Remember what happened last time? You idiots broke it, and we had to build another one," Paul chided, shaking his head.

Kagome took that moment to bring over the buns and set them on the table. Her hands trembled from all the touching and attention, she didn't seem to mind as she could've told them no, but it just felt…natural, to her, in a way physical contact had never been. What was more was the way she could feel all their eyes on her anytime she moved, and it made her nervous.

"Yeah, yeah. When's the food done? I'm starving like crazy right now," Quil whined, snatching the bag of chips from Seth who tried taking it back.

Kagome could understand what Sam meant when he mentioned they could be "a lot", they were a rowdy bunch. Jacob rolled his eyes and smacked Quil upside the head as he came over with the finished patties. "Well, if someone hadn't taken a decade to buy everything, we'd be done by now."

"Hey! They had Free Sample Thursday's. I had to try them all!" Quil shrugged, completely unapologetic.

Kagome giggled, and he grinned at her in response. Jacob rolled his eyes, but there was an undeniable smile on his face as he winked at her.

Heat crawled up her neck as she quickly looked away, making her way toward the nearest seat.

Seth was elbow-deep in a container of cookies he'd just opened. Noticing her lingering around the table, he turned the container toward her, offering some with a smile. She shook her head and politely declined. They were like bottomless pits, devouring everything in sight–it was honestly impressive.

One thing she couldn't help but notice, however, was the distinct lack of t-shirts among them. Even now, Sam had pulled off his shirt the moment he stepped into the cabin and had discarded it on the sofa. He walked around with his jeans hung low on his hips before disappearing through an open entranceway towards the back of the cabin. Kagome's face burned, and she suddenly felt very self-conscious of herself, aware of their presence around her.

Embry did that familiar chin-tilt gesture, his eyes subtly raking over her in quiet assessment. That pleasant zing shot through her, though she wasn't sure what to make of it.

Paul, on the other hand, was more reserved. He didn't smile, but he wasn't unkind either. Instead, he offered a quiet, "Hey," before pulling out the chair for her. He even placed a cushion on it before she sat down–a small, but unexpected gesture.

She thanked him politely and tried to calm her nerves, nibbling on her bottom lip.

Embry and Paul began putting the game away as Sam remerged, just as Jared finished up at the stove. Jacob set down plates of lettuce and tomatoes alongside a copious amount of fires. There were two whole plates piled high with hamburger patties, each smothered in melted cheese.

It all seemed practiced, like a routine they had perfected over time.

Then, Sam walked back into the room–hair damp, still shirtless, with a pair of cutoff jeans slung low on his hips.

Did none of them ever wear shirts?

It was far too distracting in the best–and worst–way possible. She tried to look anywhere but at their ridiculously defined muscles and the eight-packs they all seemed to be sporting.

When Jared took his seat, the plates were passed around. Jacob sat next to her, putting her between him and Paul. Sam sat across from her besides Embry, who was next to Seth. That left Jared next to Quil, who was seated on Jacob's other side. The table was slightly rounded, allowing everyone to see each other.

The next few moments were nothing short of pure chaos.

The pack truly lived up to their affliction as wolves, devouring the food within minutes. Each of them had four of five burgers stacked on their plates, while the fries disappeared at an alarming rate.

Kagome tried not to stare, but Jacob caught her surprised expression and burst out laughing.

"Sorry, we should've warned you. We eat a lot–it's…well, after dinner, we'll explain properly."

Kagome only gave him a small smile in reply as several sets of eyes turned toward her mid-bite. Her plate suddenly felt like the most important thing in the world versus having their heated gaze on her.

A low hum of conversation began, though Kagome wasn't really listening as she focused on her burger.

As she reached for the fries, her hand bumped against Paul's, and they both instinctively drew back at the same time.

"Sorry–" they both said in unison.

Kagome smiled, and for the first time that night, Paul's lips curved into a small smile as well.

"Here, tell me when to stop," he said, grabbing the entire plate and piling a generous amount of fries onto hers.

She blinked in surprise. "Okay! Stop, stop–that's…already too much."

Laughter erupted around the table as she stared at the ridiculous mound of fries now gracing her plate.

"I'll never finish all of this…" she muttered.

Jacob chuckled. "Just eat what you can–one of us will finish it for you."

Paul plucked a fry from her plate with an amused smirk, and Kagome hid a smile behind her burger before taking another bite.

A few minutes into eating, the conversation picked up again. Kagome was listening with half an ear, trying to focus on her food and not at the strange way they were exchanging glances, wordless looks passing between the pack she wasn't privy to.

Then, Quil piped up.

"Alright, important question–life or death situation–pineapple on pizza: yes or no?" he asked, leaning over on the table to look at her.

Seth groaned, shaking his head. "Not this again, dude–just give it up! Pineapple does not belong on pizza!"

"Yeah, man. I'll pass. It's gross," Embry said flatly, his first contribution all night.

Kagome giggled as she set her burger down. "I love pineapple so yes. I've never tried it on pizza though, but it sounds good."

"Thank you! Finally, someone with taste," Quil exclaimed dramatically as he winked, wiggling his brows but Jacob shoved at his face.

Paul just shook his head. "You're both wrong."

Kagome looked up at him curiously. "Why, you don't like a little sweetness in your life?"

He froze at that innocent question while the others around the table snickered. A slow smile crept across Paul's face as he glanced down at her.

"Depends on what kind," he replied with a wink.

Kagome visibly frowned, she didn't get it but Embry immediately started coughing up a storm, his face turning red. Sam chuckled, slapping his back as he struggled to drink some water, while she looked on with a mix of confusion and concern.

Maybe he shouldn't have shoved the meat into his mouth so fast before he choked?

Laughter erupted around the table, it shook so much her plate was starting to move as they roared and laughed so hard they were in various states of wheezing or crying from laughing so much. Embry, however, appeared thoroughly embarrassed and glanced up at her with his face red.

Kagome covered her mouth with a gasp. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Jacob chuckled beside her. "Yeah, you did. But I think he's choking for an entirely different reason."

"Yeah! Get your mind out of the damn gutter, Em!" Quil hollered as Jared shoved at his shoulder with a laugh.

It finally dawned on her what was going on, and her face burned with embarrassment. They were insinuating that she was sweet! Kagome quickly looked down but Jacob nudged her playfully.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't be embarrassed. These dolts are just a pack of dummies," he assured her, flashing a reassuring grin.

Thankfully, the conversation quickly moved on but it simmered off as they finished.

Before long, the table was being cleared and they began cleaning up. The good natured vibes from before faded, leaving the cabin in a subdued silence. Seth and Embry were apparently on dish duty, working in tandem to wash everything, while Paul and Sam put away the leftover food. Kagome tried to help, but they immediately refused, insisting she go sit in the living room and relax.

The space was cozy, with a massive couch positioned in the center, flanked by two recliners on either side. A plush rug lay in the middle of the room, and off to the side, the projector screen was set up along with a fireplace that added to the homey feel.

Kagome took a seat on the couch, where Sam and Seth joined her on either side. Jared emerged from the bathroom and pulled the recliner closer, while Quil claimed the only one available. Paul brought over a chair from the kitchen while Embry settled into the loveseat near the fireplace. Jacob scooted the wooden coffee table back a bit and sat down directly in front of her.

Her heart pounded in her chest. The mood in the room had shifted.

By this time, night had fallen, and a cool chill crept into the air. Yet, surrounded by the pack, she felt nothing but warmth. They were like one big, roaring fire.

And the pain in her chest–it got better.

"I know you've probably been confused and experiencing a million different things," Jacob started, leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees. His dark eyes met hers, serious yet gentle. "But I–we–promised we'd be honest with you about everything. We just ask that you keep an open mind and listen."

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Embry couldn't take his eyes off her–his imprint. When Jake told Sam to go get Kagome, to plead with her to let them explain, he hadn't expected her to actually come. Maybe it was the imprint or her own curiosity, but he'd seen the way his brothers had been agonizing after weeks of not seeing her.

He constantly felt like shit–couldn't sleep, exhausted all the time, his chest aching, his mind a tangled mess. The pack mind was a hive of shared thoughts, filled with the ache and longing they all felt as their imprint pulled away, avoiding them. It hurt, and Embry was beginning to understand what Sam meant when he said they couldn't deny this without consequences–it would hurt her and them.

The moment he caught her scent drifting down the driveway, he felt the shift in the pack. They immediately froze, collectively inhaling, exhaling in quiet relief as her presence wrapped around them like a drug.

Embry expected to feel jealous watching his brothers hug her so freely, but he didn't. Instead, there was only quiet envy–the kind that burned low and steady. He wished he had the nerve to go to her, to wrap his arms around her and pull her close, to bury his face in the curve of her neck so her scent would linger in his system. He ached to feel her against him, but he had to be patient, to let her come to them on her own terms. The choice had to be hers once she fully understood what this bond meant.

The soft glow of a nearby lamp cast flickering shadows against the wooden walls of Sam's cabin. Embry leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, listening as Jake began telling the story–one they had all heard a thousand times before.

Jake's voice was low and steady. "Our history goes back centuries, and our ancestors tell the story of Taha Aki, the first spirit warrior. He was our greatest leader, our protector. When his body was betrayed, he left it behind, existing only in the spirit world. But when danger came, he returned in the form of a wolf–stronger, faster, more powerful than any man."

It wasn't that he didn't respect their history. He did. Hell, it was his history too. But something about the way Jake told it tonight felt different. More purposeful. Like he wasn't just saying the words but laying them out carefully, hoping someone in particular was really listening.

And she was. Embry could tell–she was hanging on his every word.

Kagome looked so small sitting between Sam and Seth, her gaze fixed on Jake, completely engrossed. She was listening intently, genuinely invested, and that realization warmed him to his core. No one outside of Bella had ever been made privy to their legends, and even then, she had only known enough to get a vague idea of what they were. Most in the tribe dismissed their history as nothing more than fanciful folktales meant to scare kids at night.

But Kagome?

She leaned forward slightly, her fingers resting gently in her lap, her expression thoughtful–almost reverent.

Embry could feel the shift in the room, the way his brothers picked up on her engagement. It wasn't just polite interest–she cared. And that stirred something deep inside him.

Pride. He felt proud, and happy, that his imprint was taking such a keen interest in their history. In listening, and giving them a chance.

Jake's voice was steady as he recounted the tale of how their lineage manifested. "Taha Aki's sons inherited his ability to phase, becoming warriors—protectors of our people. That's how our lineage began, passed down from generation to generation."

Kagome nodded slowly. "So the transformation…it's something in your blood? Something you're born with?"

Jake nodded, but his expression grew dark when he said, "Yeah, but it doesn't trigger unless there's a reason. We only phase when there's a threat–when the cold ones are around. That's how it's always been."

"That's why you all phased then? Because of the…cold ones?" she repeated.

Jared shifted in his seat, nodding. "Yeah. Their presence sets everything off and the fever kicks in. We go through a change, our bodies shifting to accommodate the spirit of the wolf, to become hardened to combat our enemies."

Understanding finally dawned on her face. "That's why you're all so huge!" she suddenly exclaimed, and the pack roared with laughter as she sat back, clearly embarrassed at shouting that out loud.

"Yeah, that's why we're so handsome," Quil said, doing that thing with his eyebrows again.

Kagome rolled her eyes and Embry didn't miss the way she never disputed that claim. Part of her did find them attractive and he felt it go straight to his ego.

"So the cold ones," she repeated carefully, testing the words. "Who are they?"

"They're dangerous," Sam answered. "They've been around for centuries. They hunt humans as a food source."

Kagome visibly frowned, a flicker of something in her eyes–understanding, acceptance? It confused him. "You mean they…"

Jake nodded. "Yeah. Bloodsuckers. We call them leeches but legends refer to them as the Cold Ones–Vampires."

She frowned, absorbing the information, and Embry wondered how much she was really processing. Kagome was sharp—he could tell just by looking at her—but this was a lot to take in.

"I know this is a lot to take in, but if you have any questions we're happy to answer it." Jake assured her, and Embry caught the way she absorbed every word, not with skepticism, but with understanding.

It was like she already knew there was truth hidden within the legend. He couldn't help the slight tilt of his lips and even Paul seemed to smile softly, an expression he'd never seen on him before.

He'd seen the subtle way Paul was learning to accept her and Embry wondered if maybe everything would be alright like Jake said. Maybe they could make this work with her.

He exchanged a glance with Quil, who smirked knowingly. Even Sam, usually unreadable, looked…pleased. Kagome hadn't so much as batted an eye when he took one of her hands while Seth angled his body so he was closer to her, playing with strands of her hair. They were all trying to make this work without even knowing it.

Maybe this imprint wasn't going to be so bad after all.

A light drizzle started up, the soft pitter patter of rain against the cabin. The wet smell of damp earth permeated the room but all Embry could really smell was Kagome. She was everywhere, and he idly hoped she left her mark in this place so he could drown in her scent when she left. So he'd always have her around and imprint it to memory.

"So…it's not just the change in form," she mused after some time. "Your abilities…they come from Taha Aki's bloodline. It's more than just strength, isn't it?"

Embry exhaled sharply, exchanging a look with Quil. She gets it.

"It's more than just shifting, yeah. We can hear each other's thoughts when we phase in order to coordinate attacks, and we heal crazy fast. We're stronger, faster, our senses doubled and we can hear the slightest whisper from a mile away. It makes us able to fight them–to protect our land and those we care about."

That seemed to strike a cord in her, Embry could tell by the way her eyes hardened, like she understood exactly what they were going through. It left him puzzled and strangely warm.

She looked down at her lap with a frown, and Embry worried she'd reject it–them, but she looked up at Jake with quiet acceptance. "So that makes all of you a pack, right?"

Embry grinned, feeling the collective sigh of relief that rippled through the room. She wasn't freaking out–that was a good sign. Jake had shown them she accepted the wolf, that she'd seen him that night behind the bar through his memories of her, but Embry needed to hear it from her himself. To see her accept it. To know she was truly okay with it.

Anyone else would have panicked, called them crazy, or run in the other direction. But Kagome accepted it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was a breath of fresh air.

"Yeah, we're a pack," Jared added with a grin. "Jake here is the Alpha, and Sam just became his second-in-command, taking over my position."

Kagome smiled up at Sam. "So that makes you a Beta, then," she stated. He looked down at her with something unreadable in his expression–like the term was just now dawning on him, something they'd never quite been able to define.

The others seemed to catch on, and Jake tilted his head at her, eyeing her like she was taking all of this way too easily. Embry couldn't help but feel there was more to her than what they initially saw.

"Well, I'll be damned. So that's what it's called–a Beta," Jake mused, brows furrowing. "You into wolves or something?" he joked.

Kagome glanced down at her lap, heat creeping across her cheeks, and gave a small nod.

The pack roared with laughter, the warm, easy sound filling the space, and Embry couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. This felt so right–why hadn't they done this from the start?

"You're taking this surprisingly well for someone who avoided our calls for a week," Jake remarked offhandedly. It was meant as a joke, but even to Embry, it didn't quite sound like one.

"Dude, come on," Quil muttered, throwing a cushion at Jake's head. He caught it effortlessly and exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck before sighing out an apology.

Kagome sat up straighter, letting out a deep breath. "I can accept that you're wolves. That doesn't change who you are on the inside," she said, her voice steady, filled with conviction.

Embry felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't expected her to say something so profound, and yet, hearing it from her–hearing the certainty in her voice–filled him with nothing short of pride.

He could see it shining in his brother's eyes–even Paul couldn't hide the soft expression on his face even if he wanted to.

"There's more though, isn't there? I don't know how, but I–I feel something, and I don't know what it is," she explained, and his heart crumbled at the defeated expression on her face.

The air inside Sam's cabin was thick—with tension, with unspoken words, with something inevitable.

Embry felt it deep in his bones as he swallowed thickly. She was perceptive, too smart for her own good. This was the part he'd been dreading.

Jake exhaled sharply. His shoulders were squared, his hands clasped loosely together, but Embry could see the hesitation in his posture.

"Yes," Jake said at last. "When a wolf phases for the first time, a sort of phenomenon can occur–it's called imprinting."

She frowned, sitting up straighter and he could hear her heart pounding rapidly, feeling the panic rising.

No one moved. Embry could feel the way the pack was holding its breath, the way they all shifted, waiting for this moment to unravel.

Kagome blinked. Her expression didn't change, but she did take her hand from Sam and placed them delicately in her lap.

"Imprinting is…" Jake trailed off, carefully choosing his words, "It's not something we control—it just happens."

Her brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't interrupt.

Jake hesitated. She wasn't reacting yet. She was still waiting, listening, trying to piece it together on her own. So he pressed on.

"When we imprint, the person we bond with becomes…the center of our world. It can occur at any time, with anyone, regardless of previous personal feelings. It's not like love at first sight. It's more like…gravity moves. Suddenly, it's not the earth holding you here anymore–she does. We become anything she needs us to be, whether that's a protector, a friend, or even a lover."

Embry saw the exact moment it hit her.

The moment the weight of Jake's words sank in, the moment the meaning of this conversation started to make sense.

Kagome inhaled sharply, her heart rate picked up. "Like…soulmates?"

Embry stiffened, the others were watching her carefully, but he could tell that something was bound to give.

That was the easy answer, the one that made it sound…romantic.

Jake exhaled. "I guess you could say that, yeah. But it doesn't mean your choices are taken from you–the wolf will do anything for their imprint, even stay away and let them be happy with someone else if it means she's happy."

Kagome took a deep breath, it was beginning to sink in. "So, it's like taking a shortcut then," she bit out, and Embry winced because that's what some of them had thought before the imprint too. He didn't blame her, to anyone else it sounded like all your choices were being taken from you.

Jake's jaw clenched for a moment, as if searching for the right words.

This time, Sam cut in. "No, it's deeper than that. It's not love, not yet. It can be, but it's devotion. An unconditional bond that will last for the rest of a wolf's life. It's loyalty. Unwavering. Absolute. We'll do anything for the person we imprint on."

The weight in the room grew heavier.

Kagome shifted slightly, peering up at Sam before shifting her gaze to her lap. "And if they don't feel the same way?"

Jared, who had been silent, finally spoke. "Then we don't force anything." His voice was steady, but there was something firm in his tone, like he was making sure she understood. "It's not about taking choices away."

"But you don't get a choice," Kagome said slowly, almost sadly.

The words sent a ripple of tension through the pack and the compassion in her broken tone, like she felt so terrible at the idea of taking someone's choice away, made his heart ache for her. She understood.

Most people would have taken the concept and thought it was beautiful—destiny, fate, a perfect match. But Kagome wasn't like most people, he was beginning to understand. She saw the truth.

Jake swallowed. "No, we don't."

Silence stretched between them and then Kagome's gaze swept over the room—really looking at them now, searching their faces.

Embry felt his stomach drop. The air was so tense, you could cut it with a knife. Because she knew. She had already put it together.

Her breath caught slightly and she took a deep breath but didn't speak. She didn't have to. And then—finally—her blue eyes landed on Jake.

Embry could see the way his Alpha tensed, the way he braced himself, like waiting for a blow to land.

She stared at him for a long moment. Then, slowly, she turned—her gaze shifting from Jared to Quil, from Seth to Paul, to him. To Sam.

Suddenly, Embry felt like the air had been knocked out of him. The realization hit like a tidal wave, leaving him unsteady. He sat up straighter, wiping his sweaty palms on his shorts, his pulse roaring in his ears. The entire pack seemed to hold its breath, teetering on the edge of something unseen–waiting, anticipating, as if one wrong move could tip everything over.

"How…how many of you have…?" her voice trailed off, shaky.

Jake's jaw tensed. "All of us," he answered, and she stood up suddenly, chest heaving and heart pounding rapidly.

Sam shot to his feet, alarmed. It was the first real expression of fear Embry had ever seen on his face. Kagome inhaled sharply, as if trying to steady herself, but then her body seized, her breath coming in short, raspy pants–like she couldn't get enough air.

Seth caught her just as her legs gave out, gripping her arms to keep her upright. But she was shaking, clutching at her head as though in unbearable pain. In an instant, the pack was on their feet–stunned, scared, unsure of what was happening.

Seth desperately tried to pry her hands away from her face, to ease her down gently, but she curled into herself, heaving and gasping. Sam folded himself around her protectively while Jake shoved the coffee table aside, making space as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

Embry could only stand there, frozen. Fear lodged itself in his throat, his body locked up with indecision. He flicked his gaze toward Quil, who looked just as stricken–eyes wide, hands trembling, completely helpless.

Jared kicked back the recliner in a rush, his fingers tangled in his hair as if the sight of her in physical pain hurt him. He dropped to the floor beside her, whispering soothing words, but even Embry could hear the tremor in his voice–the helplessness bleeding through.

It had been going so well. And now…

Embry dragged a shaky hand over his face, his pulse hammering wildly.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Paul move. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, his entire body coiled with tension. And suddenly–without warning–he pushed forward, shoving both Jake and Sam aside until he was kneeling in front of Kagome. His hands cupped her pale face, tilting it up toward him.

She looked at him–but it was as if she wasn't really seeing him, her eyes unfocused, haunted by something only she could see.

"Kagome, look at me," Paul urged, his voice steady but firm.

Sam started to protest, but Jake held up a hand, silencing him.

"Just follow me. Breathe with me," Paul continued, his grip on her face gentle but insistent. "In and out–yeah, that's it. Just like that."

She squeezed her eyes shut, drawing in a shaky breath before exhaling. Paul gave her a light shake, just enough to get her to open her eyes. Tears welled and spilled down her cheeks, but her breathing was gradually steadying as he coaxed her through it.

In and out. Slow and deep.

Embry felt like he was losing his mind. He couldn't do a damn thing. He could only watch as Paul–of all people–grounded her, kept her from spiraling further.

"There we go," Paul murmured, his forehead pressing lightly against hers, his gaze locked onto her. "Just like that."

It was…unexpected. But the way Paul had moved into action told them all they needed to know–he was making this work. For her.

Seth was rubbing soothing circles over her back while Sam had somehow positioned her in his lap, an arm wound protectively around her as if shielding her from whatever was hurting her.

Jake exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair, and it was only then that Embry noticed the wet streaks on his face. He'd been crying.

Jared sat back on his haunches, watching Kagome carefully, ready to step in if she started to panic again.

"I–I'm sorry," she finally whispered, voice hoarse, breath hitching as she tried to hold back another wave of tears. "It's…it's not any of you. I just–I'm scared."

She sniffed, shaking her head. "Not of…you. You're all so sweet, but I–I have so much baggage, and I just…I don't know how to handle this."

"You've been hurt before, haven't you?" Paul said softly–so unlike him, but maybe this imprint was what he needed. What they all needed.

She didn't answer, only nodding quietly as she leaned against Sam. Seth offered her a tissue, which she took with a whispered thanks, white Jared had gotten up to grab a few extras. Quil, meanwhile, rummaged around in the kitchen cabinets for something before coming back with a few pieces of chocolate, kneeling in front of her with a hopeful smile.

"Here, I hear chocolate makes women feel better," he said, holding it out to her.

The first laugh that left her lips was light, airy–a sound that felt like bells ringing in Embry's ears.

"That's for when they're on their period, you doofus," Jared correctly, rolling his eyes, but he understood what Quil was trying to do.

By now, they were sitting in a loose semicircle around her, just being close, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

She unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth, curling up further against Sam. Seth took her free hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it like it was already so natural for them to be so affectionate with her, with whatever she was comfortable with.

"You okay now?" Jake finally asked, softly this time. He'd been watching mostly, taking her in, observing and processing.

Kagome nodded, trying for a smile as she wiped her puffy, red eyes.

Embry thought that was a start–at least she wasn't running. And that was something.

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Kagome felt like the room was ten times too big.

Jacob was crouched in front of her now, the others settled on the floor nearby, but Paul kept his gaze locked on her, as if unwilling to let her out of his sight. She hadn't expected him to be the one to calm her down, hadn't expected any of them to be so patient, so understanding and devoted.

So this was what imprinting felt like? Was this why she felt drawn to all of them?

The sheer number of them, the intensity of their presence, left her feeling lightheaded.

Jacob's hands hovered just inches from hers, as if he wanted to reach out but was holding himself back. She didn't know what compelled her to stay wrapped in Sam's arms or why Seth's gentle tracing along her palm soothed her. But when she met their eyes, she saw the same unwavering devotion in each of them.

It frightened her, but it also made her feel…warm.

Jacob's dark eyes were steady and grounding.

"You're safe," he said, voice low and even. "I swear to you, no one here expects anything from you."

Kagome swallowed, the lump in her throat almost unbearable. "Then why…?"

"Because that's how it works," he admitted, his voice softer now. "We don't choose it. You don't choose it. It's just…there."

Kagome let out a shaky exhale, pressing the heel of her hand against her chest. It hurt less now, just like Sam had said. It had been hurting for weeks now, a constant, aching pressure that never fully went away. He assured her it would go away, even promised it would.

Realization hit her and she began piecing together the missing clues she didn't have before. It was because of this imprint–an affliction due to their shifting.

Her breath stilled, her fingers curling against her chest. "Is that…is that why I've been in so much pain lately?"

Jacob's expression tightened, his brows drawing together in concern. "Yes, that's the imprint. If we're apart for too long or if…we resist the imprint, then you'll feel it."

Kagome looked up sharply. "Resist? Like…reject, the imprint?"

Jacob winced and he nodded. She noticed more than one set of eyes looked at her guilty and Kagome felt a stab of hurt go through her but even so, she didn't blame them. They didn't choose her and she didn't choose them. But still, it hurt. That's what she was afraid of–rejection, getting hurt.

She didn't want to cry again. Didn't want to break down. But god, she was tired.

She was so, so tired.

The sheer intensity of their presence made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something vast–something she wasn't sure she was ready for. But Kagome knew this wasn't going away, and she was tired of always feeling tired.

She exhaled shakily, fingers twisting the hem of her skirt. "I get it if…none of you want this either. It's not like we woke up and decided this," she murmured, wiping away the stubborn tear that slipped down her cheek.

No one spoke right away. Their silence was heavy, but not with judgment, but something else.

Paul leaned forward slightly, his expression uncharacteristically gentle. "Kagome, look. Maybe it's not what any of us expected." He ran a hand through his short hair, exhaling. "I'll be the first to admit that I fought the imprint at first and I have shit I need to deal with mentally but you don't have to figure it all out right now. We're just asking you to let us in."

Quil nodded, his usual easy going demeanor softened into something more sincere. "You're not in this alone, sweetheart. We're figuring it out too, but we want to figure this out with you–together."

She blinked at him, startled. It surprised her how earnest and honest they were, that they were willing to stick it out with her in whatever way she needed them. No commitments, no talks about relationships or…love. Just being there.

Jacob's voice broke through the tension, deep and steady. "We'll take things at your pace. No pressure, no expectations. Just…let us be here for you."

The sincerity in his voice was what undid her.

Her lips parted, but the words felt tangled in her throat. She had spent so much time convincing herself that this wasn't real, that it was some cruel joke, that she had never stopped to consider the possibility that they were just as unsure as she was.

That maybe…this was uncharted territory for all of them.

Jared's usual smirk was gentler than before. "Look, we get it. This is a lot. Hell, it's a lot for us too," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "But the imprint? It's not about forcing anything. It's just…about you. Whatever you want, whatever you need—we're here for you."

Kagome swallowed, nodding slowly as she tried to process his words.

Embry, who had been mostly quiet, finally spoke. "It's not just fate pushing us together," he said, voice low but certain. "We want to be here, Kagome."

Her breath hitched, the weight of his words settling deep in her chest. They weren't asking for anything. They were just there, waiting patiently, like a united front.

She swallowed against the lump in her throat and inhaled deeply before she found her voice again.

"Can we… just take things slow?" she asked, the words barely more than a breath. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to feel. I just—I need time."

Sam nodded and she looked up at him to see the unwavering devotion shining in his eyes. "You set the pace. We'll follow."

Seth, sweet Seth, nudged her shoulder with a grin. "Yeah, no pressure or anything. Just…let us be here for you, okay?"

Quil smirked, trying to lighten the tension. "Yeah, sweetheart. You're kinda stuck with us, but we promise not to bite."

"Speak for yourself, bro," Jared said, exchanging a glance with Quil, who only laughed. His dark eyes held a mischievous glint as he effortlessly caught the pillow Jacob had thrown at his head.

Kagome let out a soft laugh, but her face was as red as a tomato.

"Cut it out," Jacob warned, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "I promise I'll keep these dumbasses in line."

Paul rolled his eyes. "Yeah? And who's gonna keep you in line?"

"I think I can handle that just fine," she replied softly, and the pack turned surprised eyes to her before laughter erupted.

Kagome let out a soft, breathy laugh—small, but real. Some of the tension in her limbs unraveled, the fear still there but not as suffocating as before.

Jacob threw his head back, his shoulders relaxing for the first time all night. "I'll hold you to that," he murmured. "But if any of us ever do anything–and I mean anything, out of line, you say something."

Kagome met his gaze and smiled, nodding her head. The quiet intensity in his expression making something in her chest tighten—not in pain, but in something else. Something unfamiliar.

Maybe—just maybe—this wasn't as impossible as she thought.

She glanced up at them, taking in the way they watched her. The weight of their emotions pressed into her, but there was no urgency, no demands.

Kagome took a slow breath, swallowing her nerves. She could do this. She could try.

Even if she wasn't ready to share everything, even if she didn't fully understand what the imprint meant for her, she could start here.

She could take the first step. For now, that was enough.

Just as she thought the conversation was winding down, Jacob's brow furrowed slightly, as if something had just clicked in his mind. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, studying her carefully.

"There's something I've been wondering," he admitted, tilting his head. "That night…when I found you outside the bar…"

Kagome stiffened, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress as she swallowed thickly.

"Yeah, let's talk about that," Paul interjected, his expression hard.

She bristled, frowning. Kagome had the feeling he was the hot head.

"Paul, don't start," Sam warned, his arm instinctively curling around her, pulling her close.

Paul scoffed. "Like we're all just gonna sit here and not acknowledge the fact she almost got herself killed by some leech? Or that she–"

"Alright, Paul, we got it. Calm down," Jacob cut in, his tone firm and leaving for no argument.

Then it hit her, they could read each other's thoughts. Oh, god. They'd seen everything through his eyes that night.

"I–" Kagome started, but the words died on her tongue. She wasn't ready to share this part of her life with them, not yet.

Jared glanced between them all, his frown deepening. "Maybe we've had enough surprises for one night. We don't have to bring up something that already happened."

"Yeah," Seth chimed in. "I think we should just…put on a movie and relax. No more heavy stuff for now."

Jacob's dark eyes flickered with something unreadable and he sighed, nodding his head. "Alright, let's drop it for now."

The room fell silent, and Paul opened his mouth to retaliate but one look at her and he deflated, shaking his head.

Her stomach twisted. Kagome wasn't ready to divulge her past to them. This was enough, this much was fine. So she appreciated that Jared and Seth had spoken up and said something because Kagome wasn't ready to confront them about everything.

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Sam knew just as well as Jake that Kagome was hiding something. Not intentionally, but maybe she wasn't ready to tell them everything yet.

And that was fine–they could wait. She was giving them a chance, and that was all that mattered. At least now, she was finally aware of the imprint, and they could be honest and open with her.

Once it was clear the conversation had moved on, they set up the projector and put a movie in the DVD player. Quil had picked out a cartoon–since there was no cable way out here, they had to make do.

They shifted positions, giving everyone a chance to be near her. She was allowing small gestures of affection–light touches, innocent enough. And for now, that was more than enough.

At the moment, she was curled up with Jared while Quil absentmindedly rubbed her feet. It was amazing how naturally she fit with them, how easily they were making this work.

Sam felt a wave of pride and relief wash over him, and when he caught Jake's eye, they shared a look that said it all: told you it would work out.

He didn't think any of them were actually watching the movie–they were too busy watching her. The way she laughed and giggled at something on the screen, or how she'd sigh softly to herself, completely unaware.

Halfway through, she dozed off, her breathing evening out. Sam shut the movie off as she lay curled against Quil now, with Jared on her other side, completely sandwiched between them on the massive couch.

Most of the pack had somehow drifted off too, but the moment the projector screen went dark, they started stirring awake. By now, it was close to ten at night.

"I wish she could just stay here, where we could always have her around," Jake whispered, standing up and stretching his arms.

"Yeah, but this is enough. She's not ready for that yet," Sam replied with a sigh.

He walked over to Quil and Jared, who were still knocked out against her, and shook them awake.

"Huh…?" Quil's eyes were bleary as he yawned, and Kagome stirred, blinking sleepily at them.

"Damn, did we fall asleep?" Jared muttered, voice hoarse from the short nap.

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, you guys went out halfway through," he explained, and then looked down at Kagome. "I think it's time we got you home before the Chief sends a watch party down here."

Leaning against the couch, she peered up at him sleepily before yawning and nodding.

"Who's taking me home?" she asked, rubbing at her eyes as the others stirred and got up to stretch.

Sam glanced at Jake, who nodded. "Jake's got you. He has to head home to Billy anyway," he answered, reaching down to brush a stray lock of hair from her face with a small smile.

"That was the best power nap ever," Quil grinned, stretching as he sat up. He pulled Kagome into a tight hug before she got up.

"Can we see you tomorrow?" he asked, hopeful.

"Not tomorrow, I'll be meeting the Cullen's–Bella's introducing me to Edward's family," she replied easily.

The pack froze, and Sam's jaw tightened as he exchanged a look with Jake. Kagome, oblivious to the sudden shift in tension, frowned at their reactions. She reached for her cardigan and bag, which Embry had kindly brought over for her.

Paul scowled. "The Cullen's?" he repeated, spitting out the name with such venom that it made Kagome pause.

"Yes," she said carefully, her tone slow and measured. "Why? Is there a problem?"

None of his brothers looked particularly happy, though Seth, ever the peacemaker, tried to ease the tension. "No—no problem at all, just, um…maybe one of us should, uh, go with you?" he offered, his voice a little too eager.

Jake's jaw was tight, his fist clenching around the fabric of his shirt that he later pulled on. Sam eyed him carefully, and he could see the conflict written all over his face. He wanted to tell Kagome about the Cullen's—what they were.

But technically, it was against the treaty to divulge their secret to humans.

"Why would you need to come with me?" Kagome asked, and Sam shared a look with Jake again.

"Jake, don't." Sam warned.

Kagome looked between them while Jared and Quil stood off to the side with Seth beside her. Embry remained seated while Paul just had his arms crossed, like he knew this conversation wasn't going to end well.

"You don't make the rules anymore, Sam," he argued, and turned his gaze to Kagome. "The Cullen's are bad news–they're leeches, bloodsuckers." he told her, and Sam sighed, shaking his head.

"They don't drink human blood, though. They're…vegetarians, so they only drink from animals," Seth corrected, crossing his arms.

Paul rolled his eyes. "Like that makes it better. They're still bloodsuckers either way you look at it."

Kagome pursed her lips, processing the revelation that her sister's fiancé was a leech. So far, she wasn't freaking out, and Sam took that as a good sign.

"Well, they haven't hurt anyone yet, and I don't think they would hurt Kagome…" Seth trailed off. He had a heart of gold and wore his emotions on his sleeve, but sometimes he was too naïve for his own good.

Jake let out an annoyed sigh. "Either way, it would make us feel a lot better if one of us went with you…or two, just in case."

Kagome crossed her arms, her frown deepening. "No," she said firmly, placing her hands on her hips. "If Seth says they don't hunt humans, then what's the harm? Bella is my sister, and she obviously spends most of her time with them. If they wanted to hurt her, they would've done it by now."

Sam had to admit, watching her stand up to Jake like that was…hot.

Unfortunately, Jake wasn't having it. "That's not the point," he retaliated.

Sam shook his head as the others hovered around, clearly unhappy with the situation and just as eager to dispute it.

"Look, it would just put our minds at ease if one of us at least went with you. Our…wolves get agitated, and it's difficult knowing you'll be around so many leeches alone," Jared explained carefully.

Kagome sighed. "I understand that, but I can handle myself just fine, and I won't be alone–Bella will be there," she argued, making Paul roll his eyes in frustration.

"Do you enjoy putting yourself in dangerous situations or something?" he spat, but Embry shoved at his shoulder.

"Dude, chill." He shook his head and tried to de-escalate the situation. "How about a compromise? Let one–or two–of us, drop you off and…Sam, don't you have that cell phone you use for work?"

Understanding dawned, Sam went over to his toolbelt, pulling out a flip phone–the one he only used for work. It had been a big expense, but necessary for communicating with clients and workers on the job site. When he powered it on, the battery was already halfway drained, and the time read 10:25pm.

He understood what Embry was getting at. If Kagome at least had a phone they could reach her on, it would help ease their nerves.

"Here," he said, handing it to her despite her immediate protest.

She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off. "Please, just take it. When you're somewhere we can't see or hear you, it…worries us. We know you're independent and can handle yourself, but we just want to be able to check in and know you're okay."

Kagome huffed but finally tucked the phone into her bag along with the charger.

"Fine," she relented, and it felt like the entire pack let out a collective sigh of relief.

"But don't you need it for work?" she asked after a beat.

Sam shook his head. "I don't have another job set up for a week or so. If anyone calls, just ignore it and let it go to voicemail."

Jake looked relieved as he grabbed his keys, but Kagome seemed unsettled. He could tell she wasn't used to this–having people hovering, worrying about her, insisting on being there. They didn't want to make demands of her, but if they were going to do this, something had to give.

They had all had some learning to do–figuring out boundaries, understanding each other, and learning how to communicate properly.

But at least they could work on that together. And that's what mattered.

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Jacob leaned against the car as the others said their goodbyes to Kagome. Sam stood nearby, arms crossed.

"She didn't run away," he said softly, and Jacob smiled.

"Yeah, thankfully. But…she's hiding something. Or maybe she's just not ready to tell us yet," he admitted, and Sam let out a quiet sigh.

"We'll take it one day at a time."

Seth picked Kagome up and spun her around, earning a giggle from her, while Quil pulled her into a bear hug that made her squeal.

"We'll call you tomorrow, so make sure you answer this time, okay?" Quil teased, grinning down at her.

Kagome sighed but smiled shyly. "I will, don't worry,"

They stepped away, and Jared immediately wrapped her in a tight embrace, completely engulfing her in his arms. She laughed, squirming slightly as he refused to let go.

"Jared! Let go!" she giggled, and Jacob realized he would never get tired of hearing that sound. It was the sweetest thing.

"Get home safely, and dream of me, okay?" Jared teased with a grin, earning another laugh and an eye roll from her.

When she stepped away, her gaze drifted toward Embry, who stood in the doorway, hesitation flickering across his face. Jacob worried he would keep denying it–the imprint. But surprisingly, Kagome was breaking down his walls by just being there. He could see it in the way Embry's expression softened, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

Embry only ever looked like that when he was starting to let someone in.

"Goodnight, Embry," she said softly.

For a moment, it seemed like he might just nod and let her go–but instead, he took a single stride forward and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck with a quiet sigh. She barely reached his chest, so her feet lifted slightly off the ground as he held her.

Jacob didn't miss the way she melted into his embrace, the way her body relaxed with a quiet, contented sigh.

She was feeling it too–the connection. And that realization made his heart pound wildly in his chest.

His brothers, standing nearby, respectfully gave them space. But no one seemed jealous or upset–just content, as if everything was finally falling into place.

And then there was Paul. He surprised him tonight, the way he instantly calmed Kagome down and handled her panic attack like a pro. He wondered if it had anything to do with his mom. Paul never talked about her, but from the memories he gleaned from the pack link, he'd been close with her as a kid.

Paul was leaning against the porch railing when Kagome quietly approached him, tentative, unsure. But then he did something that took all of them by surprise–Paul stood to his full height, and Kagome sank into his arms easily. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he rested his chin atop her head, letting out a quiet sigh of relief, like he was finally done fighting it.

Jacob exchanged a glance with Sam–yeah, they'd be just fine.

"You're gonna be a pain in my ass, I can feel it," Paul muttered, but there was a rare smile on his face as he gazed down at her.

Kagome looked quite proud when she said, "The biggest pain you'll ever meet."

They laughed, and as she turned to leave, she waved goodbye to the others on the porch, her smile soft and warm.

Sam reached her in two, long strides, and Jacob heard the same relieved sigh leave him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Thank you for being here," he murmured, voice low.

She pulled back slightly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze with that same precious smile she'd given all of them.

"I'll call you in the morning, okay?" Sam told her.

She rolled her eyes but nodded anyway, going around to the passengers side.

"Ready to go, beautiful?" Jacob asked as he leaned over the car.

She sighed, nodding her head and climbed in quietly.

Sam shut the door, and as they pulled out of the driveway, Kagome gave a shy little wave. The pack stood on the porch, watching them go.

Jacob turned on the radio, letting a soft indie tune play in the background. He wasn't really listening to it, but the sound helped fill the empty space. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, but Kagome looked incredibly tired–exhausted from the night's events.

"You cold?" he asked, glancing over at her.

She gave him a tired smile and shook her head.

He returned the smile before focusing back on the road, pulling onto the main highway. The gentle drone of the engine and the quiet hum of the music were the only sounds in the car.

It was close to 10:40 pm when Jacob turned onto the familiar road leading to the Swan house. But then, he smelled it–the sickly sweet stench of a leech hanging thick in the air.

His hands tightened on the wheel, muscles coiling with tension. Beside him, Kagome sat up straighter in her seat as he pulled in just as a familiar silver Volvo turned into the driveway at the same time.

Great. The mind-reading leech.

Jacob barely had time to shut the door before Edward was suddenly in front of him, moving too fast for human eyes, getting right in his face.

Bella gasped, and Kagome's mouth parted in shock.

Jacob growled low in his throat. The vampire smelled disgusting up close.

"You had no right to tell her," Edward spat, his golden eyes burning with frustration. "As part of the treaty, you're forbidden from revealing our secret to anyone. Do you even understand what you've done?"

Of course. He'd read Jacob's mind. He knew everything that had happened tonight.

"Hey! Wait, Edward–stop!" Bella cried, rushing forward to place herself between them.

Kagome frowned, coming around the car. She glanced between them, her expression unreadable.

"I make the rules, okay? Don't forget–you're on our land, not the other way around. And Kagome has a right to know. I'll be damned if I treat her the way you treat Bella–keeping her ignorant, hiding secrets from her," Jacob spat.

Edward's expression darkened, fury flashing in his golden eyes as they bled to black.

Jacob could usually keep his cool, but his control was hanging by a thread. His body was on the verge of trembling the familiar burn of phasing crawling up his spine.

"Jake." Kagome's voice cut through the tension as she stepped closer.

The instant her hand brushed his arm, the tension bled from his body. A soothing warmth spread through his chest, steadying him, anchoring him. He let out a slow breath, his grip instinctively finding hers, fingers lacing together. The touch was all he needed to regain his focus.

Edward stepped back slightly, his sharp gaze flicking between them, his expression shifting from anger to reluctant acceptance. He didn't look happy, but he seemed to understand and accept the situation for what it was.

Bella's eyes darted from Jacob to Kagome, her frown deepening as she took in their body language. Slowly, realization dawned on her.

She knew. Jacob felt relief wash over him.

He looked down at his imprint, who remained strangely composed and alert, her gaze locked onto Edward, lips pressed into a thin line.

Jacob jerked his chin toward the leech. "Edward can read minds. Decades ago, my ancestors made a treaty with them–we agreed to keep their secret so long as they never bit a human or hunted on our land. But what this asshole doesn't seem to get is that I make the damn rules now, and you deserve to know everything–even the dangers around you. Especially if she plans on becoming one of them." He nodded toward Bella.

Kagome's eyes flickered to her sister, who only looked down, almost uncomfortably as she sighed.

"Jake, you don't know what you've just done. If the Volturi–" Bella started, but Edward cut her off.

"No, Bella. Leave it. What's done is done," he said instead, his tone clipped. He turned toward her, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before shifting his attention to Kagome.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he added, nodding briefly to her before straightening.

Jacob narrowed his eyes. "I'm dropping her off tomorrow, so don't bother picking her up."

Edward didn't respond, only giving the smallest nod before he disappeared, speeding off into the night. The roar of his engine kicked up dust in the driveway, leaving Jacob standing there with his jaw clenched.

Now that they were alone, Bella hesitated, lingering outside instead of heading into the house. She looked like she wanted to say something, but Jacob had nothing left to say to her. Unfortunately, his imprint was incredibly intuitive–and she cared deeply for her sister.

"Um, I'll give you two some space to talk," Kagome said softly, but Jacob instinctively reached for her hand, stopping her.

"You don't have to go," he told her, almost pleading.

She smiled, soft and a little sad, and his heart twisted at the sight. Jacob didn't want her to get the wrong idea but she just shook her head.

"I think you two need to speak in private, Jake," she murmured. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

He sighed but nodded, pulling her into his arms. His grip was firm, holding her close against his chest, unwilling to let go just yet. He buried his face into the curve of her neck, breathing her in, memorizing her scent, branding it into his very soul.

And then, reluctantly, he released her, watching as she slipped inside the house before finally turning back to Bella. Crossing his arms, he waited, leaning against his car.

"So…you imprinted," Bella said after a moment.

He nodded, exhaling heavily.

Bella shifted on her feet, uncomfortable. "Look, Jake. I just wanted to say I'm sorry–sorry for hurting you and sorry for…"

Jacob shook his head, cutting her off. "Bella, that's in the past. You made your choice, and I get it now. I finally understand." His tone was firm but not unkind. "You love him, and I can finally accept that. Hell, I'm even glad…because I have Kagome now, and I'm happy."

A real, genuine smile spread across his face, one that he felt down to his bones. Just the thought of Kagome–her brilliant smile, her expressive blue eyes–sent warmth coursing through his veins. "I'm finally, finally happy. Kagome makes me want to be better, and I will be good to her because she's everything to me now."

Bella's expression softened, and this time, when she smiled, it was real. "I get it, I do. I know you'll be good to her. Just…take care of her, okay? She's still my sister, and I still care about her."

Jacob didn't respond right away, but after a beat, he gave her a small nod.

Bella wished him a goodnight, and finally went inside, leaving Jacob standing alone in the cool night air.

With one chapter of his life behind him, another was unfolding–one that revolved around a blue eyed girl who was slowly capturing not just his heart, but the hearts of all his brothers.

She just didn't know it yet.