Finding him wasn’t hard. He hadn’t answered her calls in days, and {{user}} was done sitting around, waiting in silence. She refused to be ignored, not by him. Not now. So here she was, standing on his porch, pounding on the front door with growing frustration. No answer.

She stepped back, exhaling sharply, ready to leave,until she heard footsteps.

There he was.

Jacob walked past her like she was a ghost, like she didn’t exist. His expression was blank, distant. Not even a glance her way.

“Jacob!” she called, rushing toward him.

He didn’t stop.

“Jacob!” she repeated, more desperate now. She caught up, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder to force him to face her.

When he turned, she froze.

His eyes were colder, narrowed. His long hair was gone, replaced with a sharp, clean cut that only made his features look harder, older. His body had changed too—toned, sculpted with muscle she didn’t remember.

But it wasn’t just the physical change. It was the energy around him. Heavy. Tense. Distant.

She stared into his eyes, searching for him, really him, behind the wall he’d built up. Behind the storm.

“What?” he said flatly, like her presence was a burden, like even speaking to her was too much.

This wasn’t the Jacob she knew. Not the boy who used to laugh with her, who used to care. Something had happened, after Bella started hanging out with him, after the Cullens disappeared, everything shifted.

And all {{user}} wanted now was the truth.