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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❝ No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water ❞
𓆩⛥𓆪
Johara Black was practically dead to the world — curled up on Emily's couch with one arm tucked beneath her cheek and a slight crease between her brows like she was dreaming something intense. The pack had tried to keep it down, but that was a losing battle. Embry Call hadn't taken his eyes off her for the past ten minutes.
He sat perched on the edge of the armrest, his elbows resting on his knees, chin in his hand. The others were sprawled around the living room in varying degrees of boredom, but Embry? He was utterly captivated. Her eyelashes fluttered every so often, lips parted, her dark hair fanned across the cushion like a halo.
"She's still breathing, you know," Paul said dryly, biting into a sandwich so thick it looked like a structural hazard, "You can blink."
Embry didn't answer.
On the other side of the room, Jacob sat in an armchair, arms crossed, scowl deepening with every passing second. His glare had been locked on Embry since the moment they got to Emily's and Jared had broken the news to him.
His eyes said it all: My sister? Really?
Embry did his best not to look back. It wasn't like he chose this. He hadn't asked to imprint on Johara — of course he'd been realising that he might've started developing feelings for her well before he'd shifted but Jacob didn't need to know that. But now that he had, the only thing he could do was treat her with the care and reverence she deserved.
Still, Jacob's judgment sat heavy in his chest. He didn't just look annoyed — he looked conflicted. And maybe a little grossed out.
Jared, mouth full of his own sandwich like a cartoon character, broke the tension like a wrecking ball.
"Dude, you know, glaring at Embry any harder isn't gonna make his head explode."
"Yeah, man," Paul agreed, still munching, "I mean, come on, Jake. Who would you rather have imprint on your sister — me or Embry?"
Jacob seemed to consider this.
Quil snorted.
"Yeah, remember what he did with those other girls from Peninsula last week?" Quil grimaced, "He couldn't stop thinking about it on patrol. And that's some stuff I can never unsee."
