A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Billy laughed. “Well, where does she live? When will you see her again?”
Jacob hated not knowing the answers. He shrugged and pushed away from the counter. “I don’t
know.”
“You know what this means, right?”
It meant a lot of things. It meant he was more Alpha now than he had ever been before. It meant
every single part of him had been irrevocably changed. A part of him felt more powerful than it ever
had before while another part sat staring at the gaping hole inside him where she belonged. Until
she was his—truly his—he couldn’t be complete. “No, Dad; what does it mean?”
“It means you better warn the others. Now that you’ve imprinted, the rest are fare game.”
“I’m sure they’ll be thrilled.”
“I’m going fishing today with Harry. Do you want to come?” Billy already knew the answer, but he
never felt right if he didn’t at least give his son the offer.
Jacob squeezed Billy’s shoulder. “No, thanks, Dad. The rest of the pack needs to know what
happened yesterday.”
Billy nodded. “Good luck, Son.” He patted Jake’s hand and wheeled away to get ready for fishing.
Jacob picked up the phone to call Quil and get the pack together.
“So you’ve imprinted, huh?” Embry said as they all sat around Jacob’s living room.
“That’s not really the point of this,” Jacob said.
“Yeah, but it’s more interesting.” Embry never understood why they all had to sit around and talk
about some box that none of them could do anything about. So some person got killed by a psycho.
Big deal. If it wasn’t on his land, he wasn’t concerned about it.
Seth sighed. “This means any one of us could be next, doesn’t it?”
Quil laughed. “You make it sound like we’re standing in line for murder. It’s imprinting, Seth. It’s a
good thing.”
“Yeah, but I’m in love with Natalie. I don’t want to imprint and have to leave her.”
Jacob leaned over to pat the youngest member of the pack’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Seth. You
could very well imprint on Natalie. You know it can’t happen for you until it happens for me. Even if
you don’t, though, there’s nothing that says you have to imprint just because I have.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Why am I the only Shifter who hasn’t fallen in love?” Embry asked. He ran his fingers through his
chin-length black hair. “Everyone around me is talking about some girl they’re madly in love with,
and all I’ve got are stories of the last chick I slept with. It’s pretty pathetic. You guys are seriously
missing out on some fine ass.”
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