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A Broken Wing

Summary:
Jacob meets someone in the forest after he runs away. Can this person help him get over his infatuation with Bella, without breaking his heart herself? How does the rest of the pack respond to this newcomer?


Notes:
Second story! :] I'm really excited about this one. It's going to be relatively short, I'm planning on five chapters, give or take a couple. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer :] Thanks for giving us such amazing stories to write about!


6. Nonchalance

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When Ellen woke up, she was laying in the bed she and Embry shared. Seth was halfway out the door, looking as if someone had died.

“Seth?” He wheeled around, surprised that she was awake, and grinned broadly.

“You’re awake!” He exclaimed crossing over to her in a few strides. “Emily had to reset your shoulder; you dislocated it when you fell.”

“Where’s Embry? Is he okay? Please tell me no one’s hurt!” She opened her mouth to say more, brushing off the diagnosis, but Seth put his finger to her lips to stop her. It was as warm as ever.

“Everyone’s fine, except Jacob ran off again,” Seth's voice was bitter, although there was a hint of worry in it. “Embry is just afraid that you do not want to see him ever again. The rest of the pack feels the same way,” he trailed off, looking in her eyes worriedly. “You… you aren’t scared of me, are you? I mean, now that you know and everything. If you are, I can leave. I don’t want to scare you.”

Ellen smiled, “It is going to take a little getting used to, knowing that almost everyone I know can turn into a big, fluffy wolf in the blink of an eye. I could never be afraid of my family, though, could I? You never intentionally hurt anyone, to my knowledge. And if you did, please tell me now so that I can run away screaming.” He looked at her for a moment before it clicked that she was joking.

“Nah, we never hurt anyone. Except vampires. But that is a whole other story that you do not really need to hear right now. You need to sleep.” He gently pushed her back into the bed, and pulled the covers up to her neck. “I’ll go tell Embry you aren’t mad. He’s out in the living room preparing his apology speech.” She laughed and reached up to hug him.

“You always were my favorite almost-brother.”

“I am your only almost-brother!” He laughed back before turning off the lights and leaving again.

Ellen snuggled against the pillow, about to fall asleep when the bedsprings squeaked and immense heat radiated off the being next to her. With a small smile, she inched towards the source of the heat until warm arms enveloped her.

“I would never be mad at you, Embry,” She whispered, leaning into the embrace. He rested his cheek on her head, breathing softly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I couldn’t, Sam told me I couldn’t. I… I would have if I could have, I swear-” Ellen turned herself around so she was looking at him and pressed her lips to his. He pulled her closer to him with one hand, the other running through her hair. Their lips moved in sync with each other, expressing all of the emotions they had both felt throughout the past few hours and wiping the slate clean. When they finally broke apart, gasping for breath, Embry held her head against his chest.

“Bella… she was in love with a vampire, wasn’t she.” It was not a question, and he just kissed the top of her head.

“It’s hard for him. I don’t blame him for wanting to be close to you. Well, I kind of do, but you’re just too nice for your own good.” He laughed, tousling her hair before continuing. “What he did tonight, though, was way out of line. I didn’t imprint, but the fact that you’re my girlfriend makes you off limits.”

“Imprint? What are you talking about?” Ellen asked, confused. It was a lot of information for one day, but she needed answers.

“Oh, um, right. Well, I guess you needed to find out at some point. Imprinting is like finding your soul mate. Sam and Emily, for example, or Jared and Kim, or Quil and Claire-”

“But Claire is only, what – three?”

“That’s just it. Imprinting means you would protect the other person with your life, it isn’t necessarily an romantic relationship. And we don’t age, which is good for Quil.”

He waited for an onset of comments, but none came. Instead, she stiffened. “Elle? You okay?”

“You… don’t age?” Ellen asked worriedly. She huddled closer to Embry.

“I can stop, and I will when it’s time. I have to stop phasing. Sam is already talking about it. Of course, Jacob would be the next alpha, but he is pretty much incapacitated at the moment. And then the question remains of who would be next…” he trailed off, deep in thought.

“And you don’t know who your father is,” Ellen responded quietly, comprehension dawning. “So it could be you. Or it might be Quil, too,” Embry looked down at her incredulously. She shrugged. “I get bored sometimes, so I started researching everyone’s lineage. It is really interesting, actually. Like a huge soap opera. I pick up more than you realize, Embry. I would have figured everything out eventually."

Much to her surprise, he was shaking with suppressed laughter. “What are you laughing about?” She asked, confused.

“You’re so perceptive. It’s cute.”

She scoffed, pushing against his bare chest to back away from him slightly. He gazed down at her sheepishly. “You asked.”

Ellen rolled her eyes, pressing her body against his again with a sigh. “You’re just a big, fluffy puppy,” she teased. He tilted her head up to kiss her again. It was considerably more chaste than their previous kiss, however they were still breathing heavily when they broke.

“I love you, Ellen,” he whispered into her ear.

She smiled, and replied breathily, “Love you more, Embry.”

“Now you can go to sleep.”

“Do I have to?” Ellen giggled. She was getting drowsy, though, especially with the added warmth. “We do have unfinished business to tend to.”

“We’ll get to that part later. But you need to sleep, now. Don’t you make me sing to you!”

She smiled again, and pretended to snore loudly. The pretend snores soon became soft, real ones as Embry continued to stroke her hair and hum a lullaby from his childhood.