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EPOV

I watched with pure jealously as my pack brothers and their imprints affectionately cuddled. I envied Leah at the moment. She refused to come to any bonfire where the pack's imprints were invited. Smart girl.

Sam trailed kisses down Emily's scars. Paul and Rachael were shamelessly making out, making me want to gag uncontrollably. Jared and Kim displayed a safer side of chaste kisses, though giving me the same effect of disgust. Jacob just held his imprint, Ren, who was a tad bit too young for the grossness that the older imprints displayed. Quil was constantly throwing Claire –who was the same age as Ren –into the air, the still night filled with Claire's three-year-old squeals. Heck, even Seth had an imprint! He held hands tightly with his girlfriend, Skylar.

I sighed, wishing I had an imprint. I wondered if they even realized I was here. I got up from the log where I was glaring at the imprints from, fed up with the jealousness that was devouring me from the inside-out.

"I'm going home now," I announced.

Nothing. I received no response what-so-ever. I groaned and walked away, heading home.

I barged through the door and headed for my bedroom down the hall. I sighed and plopped onto my bed, which were two, pathetic twin sized mattresses pressed together.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I thought about what had happened with Leah, how Sam had tragically imprinted on Emily, Leah's own cousin. Imprinting really did ruin people's lives.

Hmm, maybe not imprinting wasn't so bad.


Short, I know…but please let me know what you think.

(Bella is appearing in the next chapter...)

XOXO, Athena