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disclaimer: I do not own any of Stephenie Meyer's characters, or the idea of imprinting. The way it is described in this chapter was based off her story as well.

"Hey Quil"

I nodded in response to Jared's greeting as I ducked in order to fit through the doorway to Emily's kitchen. Jared had his arms wrapped tightly around Kim's waist, and she was talking to Emily, who was cooking dinner. I inhaled the mouthwatering scent coming from the oven, my stomach growling.

"What's for dinner?" I asked eagerly. It smelled good.

Emily rolled her eyes. "That's the first thing I hear from you boys every time you walk through that door. No "Hi Emily! How's it going?" or "Want some help with that, Emily? It must be tough to cook for all 10 of us HUGE werewolves with insanely large appetites…"

She trailed off. I waited a few seconds for her to answer my question, but she didn't say anything. My stomach protested. "So…" I prompted.

She laughed. "Steak, potatoes, bread and soup, salad, and for dessert-"

"Chocolate cake!" Jared cut her off.

Steak. And Cake. Wow.

"What's the occasion?" I wanted to know. Surly this couldn't all be for us…not that we couldn't eat it. I smiled at the thought.

Emily groaned and Kim giggled, earning an awed smile from Jared.

"What?" I felt my brow furrow. Had I forgotten something?

Emily rolled her eyes and put her face in her hands dramatically, so Kim spoke up for her.

"Emily's sister is coming to visit, remember? We've only told you 5 times." She giggled again.

"Oh. Right." I think I remembered someone saying that…

Jared erupted into laughter, causing the same reaction from both the girls. I stalked out of the kitchen, toward the back yard where the rest of the pack would be, passing Sam on the way. I chuckled under my breath. They couldn't stay away from their imprints for, like, five minutes without running back to make sure they were ok. I could see in their heads how they saw their imprintee, so I couldn't really judge, but it was still annoying. They were always so mellow; happy. You couldn't pick a fight with any of them. Where's the fun in that? I don't think I'd like to imprint. To be hopelessly devoted to one person, your whole life centered around a girl, her being the only thing in your world that matters? To forget about your family, your home, your friends? Yourself? No thanks.

I walked out to the back yard, nodding in greeting to my brothers. Collin, Seth, and Brady were playing football near the forest and Lea was watching them, an amused expression on her face. Paul and Embry were sitting at the table that had been set up for dinner, fighting over who knows what, and Jacob was a few feet away from them, his hand shoved in a bag of cheetoes.

My stomach growled.

I walked by him grabbing the bag out of his hands, and forcing the biggest handful I could manage down my throat. Jacob smiled broadly, a reaction I had not been expecting, and stood up quickly, swiftly, from his seat.

"I'll fight you for it." He suggested. Finally! Some action. What with all these lover boys hanging around here, there's hardly ever any fun.

My face stretched into a wide grin.

I set the bag down, and licked the cheese off my fingers one by one, slowly; dramatically. I crouched down into a defensive pose and bared my teeth, growling.

And then I launched myself at him.

It probably wasn't the best move I could have made. You should always go with the element of surprise when attacking a werewolf, especially Jake who reacted faster than any of us. Crouching down and growling before I attacked was most defiantly not following this guideline. Jake responded instantly of course, blocking my punch with a blow of his own.

Soon we were full on wrestling, the others taking bets on who would win. Jake was a toughie to beat…

Of course we had to stay in control of ourselves enough to not faze. Emily's sister would be here any minute and these were the only clothes I had brought. That would be quite the sight for them - to walk out into the backyard and see two giant wolves tearing each other apart. Ha.

I was distracted by this thought and Jake had me pinned to the ground in seconds. I groaned struggling underneath his weight.

"Will you two STOP!" Sam barked, no pun intended. "I can't leave you alone for 2 minutes without you attacking each other! Now sit down and shut up. Emily's sister is here."

Jake jumped off me, smirking, and swiped the cheetoes off the table, only to have them taken right back from him. He turned, surprised, to see who the culprit was. It was Kim, someone it looked as though he had not been expecting. She rolled her eyes.

"Dinner is ready. Don't spoil your appetite."

"Not sure that's possible Kimbo," Jared laughed, plopping down into the nearest chair. I stood up, brushing the dirt off my pants, and automatically headed toward the kitchen. I felt a weird pull coming from inside the house, like I had to be in there. It was something important...

My stomache growled again. I was probably just hungry; gravitating toward the food. I brushed the strange feeling off and sat down next to Jake, waiting for the food to be set out. I was starved.

Just then Emily walked out the door, a woman right behind her. She was older than Em, but looked extremely similar to her none the less. She had the same long dark hair, forest green eyes, and widespread smile. I glanced back at the door where a girl who looked about 5 and a middle-aged man, possibly in his thirties, were standing.

It wasn't until Emily was introducing everyone that I noticed another little girl who looked to be about 2, standing behind her mother. She poked her head out from behind her moms leg when Emily said her name.

Claire.

She met my eyes, and I immediately drowned in the depth of the largest chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen.

And just like that, I had imprinted.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Everything that had ever mattered to me was gone; cut away like the strings on a balloon, and floated away. Gravity shifted, relocated to a new focal point. The most beautiful, wonderful, precious thing in the world.

Claire.

My Claire.

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