He wasn't supposed to tell you. That was that, plain and simple. You were never supposed to know. But... rules were made to be broken, right? That's what he told himself the night he made up his mind to tell you. And that's what he was retelling himself now. Cuddled against you, in your bed, in your house, was Jacob. All 326 pounds of honey brown fur and dazzling hazel eyes that made up his wolf form.