𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
That's all they ever thought she'd be good for. A good imprint. Quiet... caring... nurturing... she'd never be strong like her brother. She'd never be enough to meet the standards they set for a true, worthy warrior. So w...
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❝ Someone like me can be a real nightmare
Completely aware
But I'd rather be a real nightmare
Than die unaware ❞
𓆩⛥𓆪
"I think Jo should come to the bonfire."
The proposal was met with uproar.
"What?!"
"No way."
"Bonfires are for the pack and council members only," Sam stated, his voice cutting through all the ruckus.
"But she already knows about us!" Jacob insisted, "She's heard all the legends before and she's my sister."
"Jacob," Paul spoke up from where he sat at Sam and Emily's kitchen table, shovelling food into his mouth, "Even if we did invite her, what exactly makes you think she'll want to come?"
Jacob opened his mouth to reply but had nothing.
"Yeah!" Jared added, "I mean, so far she's shown no interest in us whatsoever."
"Yeah, it's really weird," Quil agreed through mouthfuls of blueberry muffins, "What kind of person finds out about the existence of werewolves and just... doesn't care?!"
"It's downright disturbing," Jared nodded, cheeks similarly stuffed with muffin, "There are people that would kill to know something like this."
There was a chorus of grunts of agreement as the pack continued to stuff their faces, all the while Embry remained silent, cheeks filled to the brim with food. He was already no stranger to the way that Johara Black tended to vex people — seriously how could one person evoke such strong emotions in others but remain so care free herself — but the new... additional feelings that the mere thought of her stirred within him were something entirely new and entirely concerning. So, instead of thinking about it, he chose to stuff his face with food but secretly hoped for the pack to give him any reason to see her again.
Just the thought gave him butterflies and made his cheeks burn.
"She's my sister," Jacob insisted, "You saw her in that meadow with that leech! He could've killed her! Every day she stays on the outside of this secret is another day she is in danger."
If Jo were there she would've laughed hysterically at how ignorant these boys were. They just assumed that she'd been the vulnerable one in the meadow. Clearly their brains had chosen to forget the fact that Laurent had been the one bound to a tree with no means of escaping while she stood free as a bird.
