A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Seth started where he’d left off. As the images and thoughts rolled through his head, Jacob walked
toward Embry near the borders of La Push.
Quil and Claire had set a date for their wedding in October. Claire still hadn’t told her parents about
the engagement. She was nervous to do it, afraid of what her father might do. Seth still hadn’t given
up on Natalie, but he had finally lost hope of imprinting on her. The last time they’d spoke the night
before, she told him she couldn’t sit on a fence and wait for him. He either wanted her or he didn’t.
He hadn’t made up his mind yet if he wanted to risk it.
Dude, I’m telling you, it’s a waste of time. Just go out with her a few more times, fuck her, and call it
quits.
Jacob growled. Embry, back off. Quit distracting Seth when he’s on patrol. What the fuck are you
doing out here anyway? Jacob walked up and sat next to him.
Embry mentally shrugged. I’m bored.
Aren’t there some girls at a bar you could be seducing?
Embry licked his lips. Yeah, I guess. Sex would be more fun than this shit right now. Haven’t seen a
damn bloodsucker in days. It’s getting annoying. Hey, by the way, how’s Shorty doing?
Shorty? Jacob and Seth thought in unison.
Your imprint, Jake. The sick chick. How’s she doing?
Jacob growled again and stood up. Her name is Renesmee, Embry. You don’t get to give her a
nickname.
Embry stood up as well and turned to face his Alpha head on. Are you fucking serious? This imprint
business has turned you into an asshole, you know that?
A brief memory of Renesmee and Embry at the beach flashed through Jacob’s mind before he was
able to stop it. The jealousy and anger attached to the image did not escape Embry’s notice.
Quil and Seth talked to her, too, Jake. Why are you picking on me?
Should I go? Seth asked nervously. He didn’t want to witness a fight between his packmates.
No, Seth. You’re on patrol; you focus on that. Embry, I know you. I’ve seen in your fucked-up head,
and I know how you see women. Renesmee is not on the market, no matter what is going on
between us. He took a step toward Embry. She’s not a conquest, not a game. She’s my imprint.
Embry ducked his head, but he didn’t give up. I get that, Jake. Dammit, I’m sorry if I made you think
I was after her. We were just talking. She was cold, so I warmed her up. That’s all.
The regret and determination in Embry’s thoughts were pure; he was telling the truth. Jacob felt the
emotions Embry had for Renesmee; a sort of brotherly affection and protectiveness surprised Jacob.
He searched Embry’s thoughts for any trace of lust towards Renesmee. There wasn’t any. He
stepped back and sat down.
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