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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❝ Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say
Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face
There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down
I know life would suck without you ❞
𓆩⛥𓆪
The final bell echoed through La Push High like a warning.
Students spilled into the hallways in loud restless waves, already shrugging on jackets and complaining about homework and rain and whatever else teenagers complained about when they didn't have vampires lurking in the woods.
Johara Black moved slower than the rest of them.
Not because she was tired.
Because later tonight, she had to train the wolf pack.
The thought sat heavily in her stomach.
Not because she doubted her ability — God knew she could handle herself in a fight — but because spending hours in close quarters with Embry sounded like its own special form of psychological warfare.
Especially after yesterday.
Especially after the hallway.
Jo exhaled through her nose and shoved her hands deeper into the pockets of her jacket as she pushed through the front doors of the school.
Cold air immediately wrapped around her.
La Push greeted her the way it always did, grey skies hanging low over the world, thick clouds swallowing the tops of pine trees in the distance. A fine mist drifted through the air, not quite rain but enough to dampen hair and jackets alike. Everything smelled like wet cedar, earth, and moss.
The forest beyond the parking lot swayed softly in the wind, dark green and endless.
Most people hated weather like this.
Jo loved it.
Loved the melancholy of it. The way the fog curled through the trees in the early mornings. The sound rain made against rooftops at night. The rich scent of soaked soil and old wood.
This part of the country was cold and moody and half the year looked like it belonged in a gothic novel.
