you and your dad were from the netherlands, your dad and billy black had been friends when he visited america a few years back.

now you two were moving to forks, and when the two of you started moving boxes into the house, billy black and his son; jacob black, otherwhise known as jake, came over.

“hey, buddy!” billy said, as you reached out to shake his hand, he introduced himself to you. “i’m an old friend of your dad’s, this is my son.. jacob.” he said, nudging his eyes at jacob. that’s when you two made eye contact for the first time, and jacob knew..

he had imprinted on you..

he had already become an official werewolf, having cut his hair short, and the tattoo on his upper bicep that you couldn’t really see, because he was wearing a jacket. “.. hey..” he muttered, reaching his hand out to you.