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Chapter 4: The Weight of Imprint

Days passed, and Jacob remained a ghost in the Cullen's lives, his absence palpable in the air. He avoided contact with everyone, retreating deeper into the solitude of the woods, where he could grapple with the weight of his newfound imprint in peace.

But no matter how far he ran, Jacob couldn't escape the haunting memories of that fateful night. The imprint on Edward weighed heavily on his heart, a constant reminder of the impossible situation he found himself in.

Each time Jacob closed his eyes, he was plagued by visions of Edward, their intertwined destinies stretching out before him like an unending road. He couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at his insides, nor could he silence the voice in his head that whispered Edward's name like a siren's call.

And yet, despite the overwhelming pull he felt towards Edward, Jacob knew that he could never act on his desires. To do so would be to betray everything he stood for, to betray Bella, his pack, and himself.

So he remained in the shadows, watching from afar as the Cullens grappled with the fallout of his imprint. He saw the worry etched into Edward's brow, the fear that lurked behind Alice's eyes, and the uncertainty that gripped them all like a vice.

But try as he might, Jacob couldn't bring himself to face them, couldn't bring himself to confront the truth that lay at the heart of his turmoil.

As the days stretched into weeks, Jacob's absence began to take its toll on the pack. Without their alpha's guidance sure he wasn't the actual alpha but he was supposed to be it was in his blood they all felt the need to be around him though they would never say it aloud, they floundered in a sea of uncertainty, their once-unbreakable bond strained to its breaking point.

Sam, the pack's de facto leader, tried to keep the peace, but the tension in the air was palpable. Without Jacob's calming presence, the pack was like a ship adrift in a storm, tossed this way and that by the whims of fate.

And then, one fateful night, disaster struck.

A rogue vampire, drawn by the scent of human blood, descended upon Forks with a fury unlike anything the town had ever seen. The pack sprang into action, their instincts honed it was a redhead they were chasing her until they reach the border but she got away on the Cullen land .

That's it they were going to find Jacob and fource him to come back they needed backup and they need to know what the heck was his problem that was so big he ditched the pack for weeks it was due time and Billy was coming back from his trip he now had no excuse to try and avoid them.

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