𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. → embry call

The scent of rain-soaked earth and damp cedar clung to Mia Kahele as she navigated the familiar, winding roads of La Push. Her beat-up Honda Accord, a relic of her pre-supernatural life, hummed a steady tune beneath her. She gripped the steering wheel, the cool plastic a familiar comfort against her palms. Outside, the dense fog, thick as a woolen blanket, swallowed the distant tree line, making the world feel small, contained.

Another late shift at the diner. Her bones ached, and her mind buzzed with a chaotic mix of customer orders and unanswered questions about the subtle shifts in the pack's dynamic. Embry Call had phased, unexpectedly, and Mia hadn't even seen him yet. It was a strange feeling, this new wolf, this new bond forming in the pack without her direct observation. She knew Jacob was still un-shifted, still oblivious, and the thought gnawed at her, a persistent itch she couldn't quite scratch.

She pulled into her uncle's driveway, the crunch of gravel under her tires the only sound in the quiet night. The house, dark save for a faint glow from the kitchen, seemed to sigh with the weight of unspoken secrets. She knew Jay was inside, probably worrying, probably waiting up. As she cut the engine, the sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. The air was heavy, charged with the familiar, electric hum of the supernatural, a constant presence in La Push. She sighed, pushing open the car door, stepping out into the cool, damp night, ready for whatever the new day, and the pack, would bring.