Jake's mood had been spiralling downwards ever since Friday and the short text messages from Quil and Embry that morning weren't helping with that. Things at home were tense and any attempts from his friends to try and get Sam to ease up had been stonewalled. It left Jake wondering if going home would make things worse or if it'd actually help. God ( Read more... )

Jake hadn't moved since last night. The only change since last evening was that at some point, he'd pulled on his boxer briefs, but he still sat with his back against a tree, his clothes in a pile beside him. He'd heard Sam moving between the trees, restless and waiting for him, but he'd ignored it and finally Sam had left. Jake hoped he'd gone ( Read more... )

Jake moved through the trees, not bothering to look behind him and make sure Sam was still following him. He'd given him his word, but it didn't stop him from worrying that this would go wrong. With just one word, Sam could end all of this. And yet, if he was going to convince him, this was the best way to go about it and possibly the only way. He ( Read more... )