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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❝ At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole but I love you
And you make me so mad, I ask myself
Why I'm still here, or where could I go
You're the only love I've ever known
But I hate you, I really hate you
So much I think it must be
True love ❞
𓆩⛥𓆪
You know, Jo was a lot like milk. She was harsh and blunt and not many people liked her. Milk is cold and has that hard taste; and not many people are even able to drink it anyway but when it's paired with cookies, it becomes something smooth and refreshing. Embry was like cookies. He was warm and sweet and sometimes a little too soft just like those gooey, chocolatey ones that just radiate happiness.
Milk and cookies. Separately, they had their pros and cons, both could be a little much, but when you pair them together, you get something that tastes pretty amazing; a timeless comfort food.
Jo and Embry could be like milk and cookies.
If they could just move past this.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
The door of Emily's house slammed open so hard it rattled in its frame.
Rain met Johara like a wall.
Cold. Heavy. Alive.
She stepped straight into it anyway, breathing hard, shaking with something that wasn't just pain anymore.
It was rage.
The wound at her side still ached — stitches tight, skin pulled — but the moment the rain hit her, something inside her answered. The rain moved towards her, thin streams lifting off the ground, drawn upward towards her wound. The rainwater pressed against her wound, and the stitches began to heat up faintly under her skin. The torn flesh pulled itself together slowly, like the earth itself was mending her.
She gritted her teeth at the painful sensation and powered through, trying to put as much distance between herself and Embry as possible. She knew the stories of their tribe. She knew all about what an imprint was. And she was livid. All that time she had thought that maybe Embry could've felt the same as she did but it was all a lie.
