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Jacob Black was a boy from the Quileute tribe who lived in La push; in the Quileute tribe there were terrifying legends about people called the Cold Ones who were called the natural enemies of the tribe, whose existence was against the laws of nature.

The Cold Ones were bloodthirsty creatures with very beautiful faces that anyone who saw them was stunned and amazed, they were so beautiful and amazing that they did not seem real; their skin was pale and their bodies were like a cold corpse and as hard and solid as a diamond... Jacob always thought that touching them must be like touching a cold marble column.

The Quileute tribe had told in their legends about their cruelty and great power, about how they would kill a village and drink the blood of people and take their lives. The Cold Ones, or vampires, were evil creatures who deserved death and pain... or at least that's what Jacob had heard from the legends.

Jacob had heard the stories of his tribe many times, how some of the men of his tribe could turn into wolves to protect humans and their families from vampires, or how vampires were evil creatures whose existence was against nature; Jacob Black did not believe those legends; they were beautiful, painful but unreal, he did not believe them until he experienced them.

Jacob was fourteen years old when it happened, since that morning he had felt extremely hot and a little dizzy, but it got worse and worse until it happened when he went for a walk in the forest... he suddenly turned into a huge brown wolf! He turned into a wolf the size of a horse with long, reddish-brown fur. He looked very majestic, but he didn't know it.

Jacob endured the pain of his transformation alone, not letting anyone in the tribe know. He was afraid that they would hate him even more and call him cursed. He was never popular with the tribe anyway, and they would certainly be happy to have another reason to think he was evil.

Jacob Black was born on January 14, 1990. Unfortunately, his birthday was the day his mother died, which made his tribe consider him ominous.

After that, everything bad that happened was attributed to him, his father ignored him and wouldn't look at him because he had killed his mother while people looked at him with hatred, at a five-year-old child... Justice for Jacob was lost in the moments of life and he didn't even hope to find it.

That morning, Jacob had gone for a run as a wolf and then went to school. He enjoyed being a wolf! The freedom he had in that state was what made him able to bear the heavy and cruel gaze of people more easily. When he got to school, everything was like yesterday... He was pushed in the hallways and called different names or stepped on while his body still had bruises from yesterday's beatings. Usually, his bruises and injuries were treated quickly because he was a wolf, but some of the blows were so hard that they stayed on his body for a while. Jacob sat in his chair as usual and remained silent as they bullied him in various ways, but he did not know that day would become one of the most important days of his life.

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Jacob walked to his motorcycle, which was parked in the high school parking lot. His motorcycle was old and he had bought and installed most of the parts himself, but Jacob loved that old and rather scrappy motorcycle.

While walking among the students, his shoulder bumped into someone and the person suddenly threw him to the ground. Jacob turned his eyes to him so he could see his face. It was Embry Call.

Embry had turned into a wolf some time ago and was now part of the Sam's pack, and Jacob knew it. Thanks to his wolf shifter gene, Embry was now taller and had strong, ready muscles.

Embry looked down at Jacob who was lying on the ground with contempt and muttered mockingly, "Go die, you bastard." Then he kicked him hard in the ribs, causing Jacob to hear several of his ribs break. After Embry laughed at him and walked away, Jacob got up and walked to his motorcycle. He neither protested nor responded to Embry's insults, he had learned long ago that if he answered them, he would only get hurt more because his father was on their side.

Since he had become a wolf, his healing rate had increased greatly and he could heal his ribs on his own; Embry and the other wolves had this ability too, but they could not control their healing, while Jacob could, so by controlling his healing power he healed his broken ribs but left the bruises so that no one would suspect. The other wolves did not know that he was also a shifter and he preferred that they did not.

Jacob got on his motorcycle and started to drive home, trying to ignore the pain in his ribs as they healed, but shaking on the motorcycle did not help much.

When Jacob got home and opened the door, his father was sitting on the couch watching football as usual. Jacob expected Billy to ignore him like he always did, but his father suddenly called out to him, "Come here." He didn't even say Jacob's name. His voice was cold, as if he were talking to a leech, not his own son. A leech is what they called vampires, who were considered dirty leeches.

Jacob walked over to his father, stood in front of him, and lowered his head so his father could speak.

Billy Black began to speak in that low voice, "The people of la push are very upset about you, a few days ago a house caught fire, and today a tree fell on Quill. It's all your fault!"

Jacob frowned, "How is it my fault? I wasn't even there..." He shouldn't have said that. It was stupid. He knew the answer to his question and he didn't like it. He really shouldn't have said it.

Billy, who hadn't looked at Jacob until that moment, raised his head and looked at his son, who was much taller than before, of course Billy never noticed the strange changes in Jacob's body because he never paid attention to him: "Isn't it your fault? It's because of your bad luck that these things happen! You cause this, just like you killed your mother!"

The pain was worse than breaking his ribs. He felt his heart break with that sentence, it was surprising, Jacob didn't think he had a heart left after all these years. His heart had been broken long ago, it had been crushed, it had been burned and its ashes had been blown away with the wind.

Billy, ignoring his son's pained face, turned his face to the TV and continued, "Next year you're going to Forks High School, maybe that'll make you less of a scoundrel, now go, I don't want to see your face." They wanted to send him to a school in Forks just to get away from them, they wanted to send him to a school where the leeches were. But Jacob couldn't object anyway, no one wanted his opinion and he couldn't change theirs. Maybe it was better to get away from them...

Jacob slowly turned to leave when he heard his father whisper, "I wish you'd died instead of your mother..."

The pain was definitely worse than breaking his ribs.

Jacob parked his beloved old motorcycle in the parking lot of Forks High School, got out, and tried to ignore the sharp, unpleasant smell that filled his nose.

He knew that smell.

It was the smell of vampires.

Cherokee sniffed, frowned, and walked towards the school door without looking around, noticing that the smell of those leeches was getting stronger, but he didn't react, he just blocked his mind, from what he had heard, one of them was a mind reader, and Jacob didn't want a leech reading his mind, so he quickly blocked his mind. His wolf was strange, and even he didn't know the limits of his abilities, all his wolf abilities were about protection, and he guessed it was because he had the alpha gene. In order to hide himself from the pack when he was a wolf, he had to hide his scent, his voice, and his thoughts, and that's why he found a way to silence his thoughts and form a protective layer around his thoughts. He knew that other wolves didn't have this ability. Over time, he found a way to make himself almost invisible. He hid his scent, quieted his thoughts, moved as quietly as possible, and tried to make himself appear small and insignificant. The wolf inside him didn’t agree with this at all, howling with rage every time, but he knew that Jacob needed to do this to protect himself.

The sudden assault of the sharp scent on his nose was shocking and irritating, and it took a lot of effort to keep from frowning. Only seconds after the intoxicating scent had become too strong, the leech itself came at him. Jacob, who had stepped back a little, looked with imperceptible anger at the vampire who had bitten him, and his gaze met with golden eyes, confused and slightly angry.

Jacob's world turned upside down like an hourglass.

Gravity disappeared and suddenly the only thing holding him down was the person in front of him.

The owner of those confused golden eyes became the gravity of the dark world of Jacob Black... Jacob's imprint was a vampire.

Jacob remained there stunned, but the vampire moved away from him and entered the school while still giving him surprised looks. Jacob stood there even after the other leeches passed by and left, staring in the direction his imprint had gone.

An imprint was everything to a wolf.

Imprinting meant that in an instant, all the loyalty and love of a wolf was dedicated to one person, and everything else lost its value. That boy with the golden eyes, the messy, twisted copper hair, and the pale skin was now Jacob's whole world.

Imprinting was like love at first sight, but much, much stronger... Because it wasn't just about love, a wolf's had everything, he received the loyalty, devotion, respect, and love of a wolf, without any limits or boundaries.

Jacob stood there in amazement. All the students went in, casting curious glances and whispering at him as they walked, but he didn't move.

His large golden eyes, his pale white skin, his thick, messy copper hair, the perfect angles of his face, and that confused look in his eyes... Jacob had never seen anyone in his entire life whose every move seemed so beautiful and extraordinary... Of course, he was exaggerating, because now that vampire was his imprint.

He wanted to be happy, but happiness was forbidden in Jacob's life. Any other wolf could be happy after finding his imprint, but not Jacob! Jacob's imprint was a vampire... The attraction of the world and the reason for his life was his greatest enemy. They were impossible... "They" didn't exist at all and weren't supposed to exist. The boy probably didn't want him at all.

Jacob broke.

Fate chose someone for him that he couldn't have. Why did the world hate him? After a while, when the students' gazes on him became longer and clearer, Jacob slowly entered high school, thinking to himself: "Fate is a bastard who hates me."

He had to hide the truth from everyone, he was great at that any way... He had to hide the truth even from that vampire, who was now his imprint. He had to hide that he was a wolf shifter or that he was imprinted on someone... He had to hide everything about himself again... his scent, his voice, his presence, his thoughts... everything about himself. His imprint was not to even notice that Jacob existed.