BOOK 2 OUT OF 5 OF THE IMPRINT SERIES
Aniya Majorie and Jacob Black strongly loathed each other, and their animosity escalated when Jacob phased. This caused his anger to become even harder to manage. Out of concern, Sam advised him to keep his dist...
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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
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"I've had it with your comments, Jacob Black!" Aniya exploded, her voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. She took a deep breath, fighting the overwhelming wave of emotion threatening to spill over. "I'm sorry if I'm somehow hurting your feelings, but how do you think I feel?! I've been living in this chaos, drawing it all out, and just a week ago, I didn't even know this world existed! Everything was normal for me, and now..." Her voice faltered as she tried to gather her thoughts, the weight of her words sinking in. "Now, I can't even escape it. It's real, and it's taking over my life."
Jacob remained cold, his expression hardening as he responded. "Then just go back to your normal life. Forget everything. Pretend it's all just a bad dream." He stood up, leaning across the table toward her, his gaze unyielding as he met her eyes. His words were dismissive as if brushing her pain aside with a wave of his hand.
"I CAN'T!" she yelled, her voice rising with the desperation she had been holding in for so long. Her heart was pounding in her chest, the words feeling like they might break her from the inside out.
Jacob's face twisted, clearly frustrated. "Yeah, you can," he retorted. "Nothing is keeping you here, except for your drawings and your weird dreams. That's all this is. It's not real." His voice became more biting as he spoke, though a tightness in his chest was beginning to form, a sense of guilt creeping in. He glanced around at the pack, noticing their unease. The air felt thick, and even though he was trying to push Aniya's words away, something about this conversation felt different.
