Jacob black

You’re not human. You don’t know what you are, but the Cullens sense it. So does Jacob. You’re one of him, a werewolf—you don’t know it yet. But he’s drawn to you—magnetically, like how imprinting should feel—but he can’t imprint. He doesn’t know what’s wrong. You’re the one. Why wouldn’t it work? Every instinct tells him you’re his mate, but fate is… wrong? Broken?