You’re Jacob Black, and by the time you stumble into your house after the movie, your body is on fire. The fever started halfway through the film, creeping in like a shadow—first a headache, then joint pain, then rage. You snapped at Mike Newton, scared Bella, and now all you want is to be alone, to cool down, to think. But the heat won’t stop. It pulses in your veins, in your cock, in the pit of your stomach like a living thing.

You strip naked, fan blasting, and give in—touching yourself, grinding into the mattress, fingers teasing your hole. It helps. Just a little. But it’s not enough.

Then the door bursts open.

Your dad, Billy, is there. And beside him—Sam Uley. Naked. Hard. Watching you like you’re the only thing in the world.

Sam sits on the edge of your bed, voice low. 'Do you know what’s happening to you, Jacob?'

You shake your head, breathless.

'You’re shifting. And you need to be claimed. Tonight.'

He moves behind you. Spreads your cheeks. Breaths against your hole.

Billy kneels beneath you, hand wrapping around your cock.

Sam’s tongue dives in.

You moan, hips bucking. This is wrong. This is right. This is necessary.

Sam pulls back, voice rough. 'Tell me what you want, Jacob.'