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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 SOPHIE PACED HER BEDROOM, her arms crossed over her chest and one of her index fingers in between her teeth, nervously biting her nails. She had many questions from how did Embry turn into a wolf? How did she magically heal herself? And the main question being what the fuck was going on?

Banging, shuffling and whispering sounding from outside her window caught her attention and she rushed towards her window, immediately opening it to help Embry inside but instead of taking her hand she held out, her ushered her away, "Stand back."

She complied, standing back as far as possibly, unsure of what he was capable of until he slid through her window gracefully, landing on his feet with ease, stumbling over just a little. They stood far apart and in attempt to close the awkward gap, he walked over to her bed, sitting down on the edge.

Sophie stared at him for a moment, taking in his appearance that had changed, he was now clad in shorts and a light shirt, along with his trainers from earlier, an outfit that was far from suitable in the weather of Forks. His long hair was tied up into a high bun, away from his face and she scrunched her brows for a moment, she'd never seen him do that hairstyle before.

Hesitantly, she dragged herself towards him, slouching down on the bed beside him with her legs criss—crossed, "So, are you gonna explain?" She bumped her shoulder with his and he chuckled, nodding and turning his entire body to face hers.

"Before I tell you this, you've gotta promise not to tell anyone, all right?" He sent her a stern look and she rolled her eyes, nodding eagerly, "Okay, so, I'm a werewolf."

Sophie scrunched her brows, confusion spreading over her soft features, "I already know that... What else is there to know?"

"You remember when I told you about Sam Uley stalking me with Jared and Paul?" He asked and when she nodded again, he continued, "Well, they're all shifters, too and they were watching me because they knew I'd shift as well."

"Okay." She nodded, seemingly acting unsurprised by the entire situation.

"You're not scared anymore?" He tilted his head, glancing from side—to—side, surprised by her sudden change in manner.

"I screamed earlier, I'm fine now. Continue." She ushered him, patting his knee enthusiastically and he chuckled, rubbing his eyes before speaking. Deep down, secretly, she wasn't fine, she was shitting herself but to believe she was okay, she had to act okay, so that was the plan.

"I get angry easily, I've shifted three times, I found this out a couple of days ago. Um... I'm never cold, I overheat but it never affects me." He lifted his arm for her to touch and when she did, it was as if she was shocked by a spark, her fingers springing back.

"Jeez, Em, you're really hot." She told him wide—eyed, and he could only smirk, chuckling.

"I know, right?" He joked and she slapped his arm, rolling her eyes in disbelief to his teasing, "Anyway, before I continue, would you mind helping me with something?" He reached into his shorts pockets and held out a pair of scissors whilst his other hand reached up to his hair, pulling out the bun.

His hair fell perfectly down his back and her jaw dropped, in immediate surprise, "No! I'm not cutting your hair!"

"What?" Her mother called out from the other room and Sophie winced, staring directly at Embry with a threatening expression.

"Nothing!" She yelled, gritting her teeth together, "How about I stab you instead?" She joked, snatching the scissors from his hand and he chuckled before shifting on the bed, giving her full access to his beautiful head of hair, "I can't believe I'm doing this." She muttered under her breath, reaching over to her nightstand to grab her hairbrush.

"You don't need a hairbrush, just cut it all off." He told her but she shook her head, doing it her way as he continued his explanation, "Anyways, Sam thinks you're a witch."

"What the fuck? I'm not a witch." She denied immediately, scrunching up her face in irritation but deep down, she knew it'd make sense, "Wait... Was he the wolf that kept on stalking me?"

"Kinda—"

"What do you mean kinda? Was he or not?"

"Yeah, but he didn't mean any harm, he wants to recruit you, like, be apart of the pack." Embry admitted with a smirk and Sophie could only furrow her brows more, unsure of what he meant by that. Before she replied, she snipped off his hair into a bob, knowing they could donate the hair he'd cut off.

"But, I'm not a wolf." She stated, confusion evident in her features as she chucked the ponytail she'd cut off into his lap. He jumped, not expecting it but he picked up the ponytail, a grimace on his lips.

"No, but you're a witch. That's sick." He chuckled and she slapped his shoulder lightly, shaking her head in disagreement.

"For the last time, I'm not a witch." Sophie began to snip his hair shorter, feeling herself tear up at the fact she'd never be able to braid his hair again, or run her fingers through it but it was a new beginning, a necessary change. A good change.

"Ask your Mom." He smirked again, his tone challenging and she scrunched up her face for what felt like the fiftieth time that day.

"How am I supposed to just go up to her and be like, 'Hey, Mom! Am I a witch?'? And why would I ask her?" She lifted herself up onto her knees, beginning to cut his hair shorter, and short to the point where he had hardly any hair left. A pang of guilt hit her in her heart, she didn't know why, it just broke her heart cutting all his hair off — She would never stop talking about it.

"Because she's the one with the witchy heritage." Embry shrugged as if his statement was something to be relaxed by and she used her hand to fluff his hair, moving around to check if it looked okay, "And no, you would demonstrate it. Like, I don't know, show her the mist."

"Hell no, she'll send me to a psychiatric ward." Sophie scoffed lightly under her breath, sliding off of the bed to stand in front of him. She held the scissors near his face as she continued to fluff up his hair, but he couldn't care less, his eyes fixated on the large scar spread across her bare arm, the sleeve of her blue flannel fallen down to her elbow.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, his tone miserable, apologetic and she furrowed her brows in confusion, her eyes flickering down to him for a split second.

"For what?" She questioned, ruffling his hair with a smile but she quickly noticed his eyes glued in one direction, a frown on his face. She glanced down at her arm, noticing the massive scar and she quickly slipped her sleeve back over her shoulder, directing his eyes back up to hers, "It's fine, Em. It didn't even hurt... well, it did a little but it was short—lived."

"I hurt you. I'm dangerous and it's all because of those disgusting blood—suckers." He whispered the end of his sentence, staring down at the ground with a grimace and her eyebrows knitted together, her fingers moving to his chin to move his face back in her direction.

"Blood—suckers? Vampires? I swear I'm living in a fantasy land." Sophie let out a huff, visibly facepalming as she placed her pair of scissors down on her dresser, leaning back against the white furniture.

"There's a lot you don't know about, Soph. There's a council meeting in a few days, Sam wants you to come and so do I. Would you?" He tilted his head, their eyes maintaining contact and she couldn't help but focus on how different he looked, how much more comfortable he looked.

"As long as I don't have to go anywhere near Sam, who creeps me out, then sure." Sophie smiled from ear—to—ear, the two grinning at each other but their happiness only lasted a moment before a knock at the door caused them both to jump in fear.

"Sophie? Are you decent?" Her mother's voice called out to her, a small giggle erupting from Corrine's lips and Sophie glanced over at the bed, Embry nowhere to be seen.

"Yep!" The younger St. James chirped, slowly moving the scissors into her top drawer and her mother entered the room, poking her head through the crack.

"I got Chinese takeout." Corrine smiled wide, a cheeky hint to her expression and Sophie's face lit up in excitement, immediately rushing towards her. She paused, sticking up her index finger before she hurried over to her open window, quickly closing it, "Good idea." The older woman chirped, giggling as they both left the room, heading downstairs.

As they both stood in the kitchen, preparing their food side—by—side, Sophie noticed one of the kitchen knives by the sink and she felt her stomach do backflips at the sight of it. Embry's words replayed in her head, and she blinked a few times, feeling as if she was drugged, as if she was above the clouds.

She glanced back at her mother, who was placing her leftover food in the microwave for later and Sophie slowly picked up the knife, feeling like a maniac. But, there was no point in regretting the decision, as she spun around, pressing the knife into her hand.

Blood spilled across her hand and when Corrine turned around, she screamed, placing her hand over her mouth in shock, "Sophie! What are you doing?"

"Shh, it's okay. Just watch." Sophie winced slightly at the sharp pain spreading across her palm as she glided the blade across it until she lifted it, placing it in the sink. Corrine watched in fear, her eyes widened, speechless as Sophie lifted her other hand, holding it over the injured one, waiting patiently for the purple mist to appear.

"Soph—" Before Corrine could finish her sentence, a purple light flashed beneath her daughter's hand. Blood dripped on the ground, but neither of them could care, their eyes fixated on the purpleness.

After a few moments, the purple light disappeared and Sophie spun around to rinse the blood off of her hand under the faucet. Once the blood had completely vanished, she turned back around to face her mother, showing Corrine her bare palm. No scar, no marks, no sign of any injury and she had no idea what to say.

The older St. James glanced up from Sophie's hand and into her daughter's eyes, her hand slowly moving away from her face. Suddenly, as if nothing had happened, Corrine rushed out of the kitchen and into the hallway, swinging open the closet door that hadn't been opened in years.

Dust surrounded the hallway and Sophie waved her hand in front of her face, choking from the particles. Corrine was in a hurry, in a panic, searching through the small closet until eventually she paused, exiting the closet with a small book in her hands. She brushed some dust and cobwebs away from the cover and glanced up at her daughter with a small smile.

"This was my grandmother's. She was a witch, too." Corrine muttered, shaking her head, knowing it sounded crazy but the whole situation was crazy, psychopathic even. She held out the book for Sophie to take, which she did, slowly unbuckling the belt around it, "I'm not sure what it is. A spell book, a diary, I don't fucking know. All I do know is that my mother told me to give it to you, that my grandmother spoke about you on her deathbed."

"This is insane." Sophie muttered and her mother chuckled in agreement, watching as the younger girl opened the book, scanning through the fragile pages of scribbled writing which was barely readable. Some of it seemed to be in another language and Roman numerals. It was definitely a diary, she noticed a date at the top of every page, the years being 1940–1988, the ending year being the one Carla Orlando died of breast cancer.

"Take care of it, it'll help you."

@amxliewrites — 2025