dear june, jacob black.

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The soft chimes of the cold wind flushed against June's face, h er head tilted backwards as she embraced the cold breeze. She and her brother, Paul, sat outside Sams beach house, the ocean wind felt sweet against June's hot face, it had been like that ever since she turned.

She looked down at her bare feet, kicking the stone back and forth. Beside her, her brother texted furiously; fingers moving fast.

June watched on, pondering whether to disturb him or not. Hesitatingly, she asked; "Paul," her timbered voice called his name. Her brother didn't shift, "Hm?" He hummed, urging her to continue.

June turned her head back to the stone, "Do you think they'll like me?" She mumbled.

June had never been good at making friends, her only true friend was Paul and her sweet ginger cat Rags. She was often teased for being different, for being odd looking.

Her fear of new people rejecting her was genuine and fresh, a wound that remained open.

Then, Paul turned to look up at his baby sister; recognizing that tone. The wet tears that glistened her waterline, the red nose and the quivering lip. He understood her fear, she was sixteen; raised in a home where she could only feel fear, intimidated by the man she was suppose to call 'dad'.

Paul gently placed his phone in his pocket, then gently rubbed comforting circles into his sisters arm. "They'll love you," He smiled at her, his words short; but comforting. They sat like that until the sky dimmed significantly, the birds had since halted their chime, the trees quiet and the oceans waves where thunderous. A rusty red truck pulled up, its lights nearly blinding the pair. Then from the bushes; Pauls friends and pack mates appeared.

"Hey, Paul." One said, she knew him to be Quil. "Hey, june. Long time no see." He smiles at her before shoving his top over his shirt, travelling blindly up the stairs and nearly walking directly into the sliding door.

From the treeline came three other packmates of Pauls, Sam; the alpha, Leah; the only other female shifter, and Embry; another of Pauls friends from highschool. "Paul!" Embry waved vigorously at her brother, the two clapped each other on the back with a chortle of laughter.

Leah glared at the two as she strutted past, her eyes meeting June's curious but positive gaze; Leahs eyes softened, perhaps she wont be alone?

Then the trucks creaky doors opened, Paul had since wished Embry a goodbye before heading back to his sisters side. "We could go in?" June asked, her face fully painted red. "You have to meet Sam, the alpha, and then Jacob. He was supposed to be Alpha but hes not yet of age." Paul explained hurriedly. "Welcome to the pack, June." Sam smiled, his stature tall and strong.
Sam guided the siblings towards Bella and Jake, Junes calculating gaze watched them.

Bella; a frail, pale girl with meticulously difficult looking hair. And then Jacob; tall, muscular with short black hair.

"This is Paul Lahote, and his sister June. Junes new to the pack as is Bella." June
looked towards the sickly girl, Bella's disgust-filled gaze met June's kind one; June felt judged, rejected. She put her head down, fiddling with her fingers.

Bella smirked, taking Junes silence for submission.

"Well, lets head inside." Sam clapped Jacob on the back before turning to repeat the same action to Paul. Paul hurried June along, pushing her inside.

Bella and Jacob went straight to the living room, talking away. June followed Paul around aimlessly as he introduced her to all of his friends. "Seth! Hey, how are you?" He asked, concerned.

June knew exactly why he was concerned, Harry Clearwater, his fathers, sudden heartattack and passing had hit the community deeply, his son even more so.

"I'm okay... things are getting easier." Paul nodded along assuringly with Seths monologue.

"I'm sorry, I heard about what happened.." June whispered, hoping he heard her. He did. Seth smiled at her, halfheartedly; it was still a smile nevertheless.