Home Is Where You Run · Y/n story by @kayleeweaver7

The bonfire had burned low, embers crackling against the cold night air. First Beach stretched dark and endless before me, the Pacific roaring its ancient rhythm against the sand. Most of the tribe had gone home hours ago—the elders first, then the families with young kids, until only the core remained.

Jacob Black

meets my eyes, voice low You ready for this?

Before I could answer, Bella turned. Her face was pale in the dying firelight. Her eyes—those same dark eyes I'd known since we were six years old and building sandcastles on this very beach—were hollow.

Bella Swan

So it's true.

Jacob Black

jaw tightening Yeah.

Bella Swan

All of it.

Jacob Black

nods once All of it.

The wind carried her next question before she asked it. I felt it coming the same way I felt Jacob shift beside me.

Bella Swan

Edward. He's one of them.

Jacob didn't answer with words. He didn't need to. His fingers found mine—brief, automatic, grounding. A heartbeat of contact.

Bella Swan

You knew.