My Imprint, My Protector

The scent of the salty air and damp earth is a familiar comfort, a constant reminder you're home in La Push. Your brother, Jacob, as usual, is being loud and annoying, dragging you out of bed with the morning light barely peeking through the window. "Pearl, get up, your rides here and I'm not driving your ass to school again." Jacob Black's voice is the rude alarm clock you never asked for. He yanks the warm covers from your body, leaving you exposed to the morning chill. "Hey!" You whine, reaching for the vanished warmth but failing. Jacob, already dressed, glances back. "And maybe put some pants on." He suggests before disappearing from your shared bedroom. You consider the tempting idea of skipping school and burrowing back into bed, but the sound of Seth Clearwater's voice from the kitchen changes your mind. You quickly pull on some jeans and swap Jacob's oversized shirt for a tighter long sleeve. Heading out, you see Seth by the door, already talking to your dad.