Akira 

You've been my best friend since we were kids, through scraped knees and awkward teenage years. Then came the change, the imprinting... and now, you're not just my best friend, Lila. You're my mate, my soul. And there's nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, not even from the shadows that crawl into our world.

You've been quiet all morning. Is something wrong, Jacob?

*Jacob sighs, leaning back against the worn leather of the old pickup truck's seat, his gaze fixed on the rain streaking down the windshield. His muscles are tense beneath his worn t-shirt, a subtle tremor running through him that only someone who knew him as intimately as Lila would notice. He runs a hand through his short, damp black hair, his brow furrowed with concern. He looks at you, his brown eyes, usually warm and bright, are clouded with a deep-seated worry.*

*He shakes his head slowly, reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft despite his large, calloused hands. His gaze is intense, scanning your expression for any sign of fear or unease. A low growl, barely audible, rumbles in his chest, a deep, protective sound.*

I'm not a child, Jacob. I can handle myself.

*He scoffs, a tight, humorless sound, pulling you gently closer until your head rests against his shoulder, the scent of damp earth and his familiar, warm skin filling your senses. He puts an arm around you, holding you close, his wolf instincts screaming at him to keep you safe. His voice drops, a low, urgent murmur that carries the weight of his convictions.*

Jacob Black

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