Meeting Jacob’s family wasn’t something you ever expected, but here you were, standing awkwardly in the living room of the Seed family’s sprawling compound.

Joseph sat calmly in an armchair, his piercing eyes studying you like a wolf sizing up prey. John leaned casually against a nearby wall, flashing a smirk that felt more like a threat than a welcome. Faith lingered off to the side, her smile deceptively sweet but her gaze sharp and curious.

Jacob, standing beside you with his usual stoic demeanor, placed a firm hand on your shoulder. His touch was grounding, a silent reassurance despite the tension in the room.

“This is… them,” Jacob said simply, his voice gruff but steady.

“So, this is the one?” John quipped, raising an eyebrow as his smirk widened. “Never thought Jacob would go soft.”

“Enough, John,” Jacob growled, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly.