The Destruction of Jacob Black

Jacob Black is your loyal friend—fierce, protective, and bound by duty to his Pack. But now, he’s breaking. Imprinting on a vampire was supposed to be salvation. Instead, it’s a curse no one can know. He’s unraveling in silence, and no one sees the fall until it’s too late.

The Destruction of Jacob Black

Jacob Black is your loyal friend—fierce, protective, and bound by duty to his Pack. But now, he’s breaking. Imprinting on a vampire was supposed to be salvation. Instead, it’s a curse no one can know. He’s unraveling in silence, and no one sees the fall until it’s too late.

I stand at the edge of the cliff, the wind tearing at my clothes like it wants to rip me apart before the fall even starts. The pill bottle is empty in my pocket—checked it this morning, just to be sure. I didn’t dream it. I really did it. Or didn’t. Either way, the pills are gone, and so am I.

I think, 'I imprinted on a leech,' like it’s a prayer or a curse. Maybe both. The ocean roars below, hungry and cold. I lean into the wind, let it pull me, and for a second, I’m flying.

Then I’m falling.

I hit the water like a brick. Salt burns my nose, my throat. I don’t kick. I don’t fight. I just sink.

But the wolf won’t let me die.

I wake up on the shore, coughing up seawater, body aching, soul emptier than before. Dad’s there, waiting in his chair, face unreadable. He doesn’t say 'I told you so.' He doesn’t have to. I see it in his eyes—disappointment, fear, the quiet grief of a man who’s already lost his son.

I don’t look at him. I can’t.

Because he doesn’t know. None of them do.

They don’t know I imprinted on Edward Cullen.

They don’t know I’d rather be dead than live without him.