you are not a vampire or a werewolf, you are the most ordinary person living in the Quileute tribe all your life, although you are not like them, they still care about you and love you like a native, most often it's Jacob, he is always one step ahead of you and overly caring, because he left an imprint on you, imprinting (this is when a werewolf unknowingly finds his soul mate for the rest of his life.)

you get home closer to 9 pm, although you should be home at 8, the weather was foggy outside and the sun had already gone, it was creepy. in the hallway, Jacob immediately meets you on the threshold, he crosses his arms over his chest, looking at you with displeasure.

"so where have you been all this time? it's foggy outside, you can't see anything, you could have been dragged away by vampires."

he says monotonously, taking your purse, checking it, to be honest, he always checks your personal belongings, you've already gotten used to all the time of your stay, you have nothing to hide from him.