Author Note & Disclaimer: Double Imprint idea came from Loba Bella's Tale by lifelesslyndsey

Writing in the Journals came from another fanfic, I cannot locate the title or author, if that is you or you know whom it is, please PM me so I may give you credit. Thank you.

I sadly do not own Twilight.

Lyla knew Sam would eventually approach her about "documenting" her imprint and relationship for the sake of preserving their tribe's history, she just didn't think it be so soon. She had thumbed through the empty hunter green journal that now belonged to she and Paul. He'd asked her to write about her experience first as she was one of few female wolves, along with the first that they knew of with a double imprint.

She was sitting at her small kitchen table while Paul and a few of the other guys worked on building a new home for the couple. She rotated a pencil between her fingers for several long minutes before she started to write how she felt and how her imprint came to be.

Today is the seventh day since I printed on Paul, he's currently away building a new cabin for us to share and I can feel my anxiety building from being away from him. I could be building it with him, but my Alpha has ordered me to tell you (whomever you maybe) about my imprint.

When Paul had first come to me, after the dust had settled down with the vampires, I pushed him away; even after understanding he was my mate. Ever since my phase, I've had severe control issues; trying to keep control over whatever I was able to and I thought by rejecting him I was making my own choice… but pushing Paul away was stupid. I know that now, because I understand what it means to love him and feel this burning for him.

I always hear the men say imprinting is like rediscovering gravity, but for me it felt more like my soul had expanded to accept Paul into myself; like we were two halves becoming whole and we never realized how separate we were… The connection I feel to Paul is intense, if he's feeling happy, angry, or if he's in pain; whatever it is, I can feel is rush through me. So when Paul is with me, and he feels complete, I know it's his emotion but it seems as though it's mine, too.

Paul is infectious; his smile, his laugh, his anger, his anxiety, I experience it all with him and it's only been a week. I realized when we first became intimate (just before my imprinting) that I didn't have to fight it. An imprint isn't about taking away your choice or free will, it's about giving you someone to cherish and love while you protect your tribe and home. It's about giving you someone worth loving and defending.

Imprinting on Paul has changed my life in only good ways. I was so devastated that the spirits had chosen for me to phase because my life was no longer my own. I thought I was being punished, but now I'm grateful for the path they've chosen for me. WIthout it, I'm not sure what my purpose would be at this point. What would I do without Paul? Would he have even imprinted on me?

I can feel Paul coming, I couldn't stop from crying while I pictured my life without him in it.

Yours Always, Lyla

"Babe, what's wrong?" He enters suddenly, appearing quickly at her side. Her teary chocolate eyes roam over her mate; he's covered in sweat and the white t-shirt he's wearing is sticking to his torso. Lyla flips the journal closed, abandons her pencil and stands to embrace him tightly. He mumbles that he's filthy, but she doesn't care.

"Ly?" He nuzzles her throat as she hums in content, his arms wrapping tight around her waist.

"I imagined my life without you, if I hadn't imprinted how miserable I would be. And, it hurt me to think about not having you." Her voice trails off into a whisper, his fingers petting her skull gently as he shakes his head. "Don't think like that, you have me and I'm not going anywhere." He sits her back into the wooden chair, bending to his knees in front of her. Paul's gaze takes in her glassy eyes, his hand resting on her knee as the other cradles her small palm within his own.

"I know, I know, it's just this journal… I wrote about how the imprint feels and it just made me think about the what if." Paul gives her a lopsided grin, his fingers squeezing her hand gently. "No need honey. You wrote your piece and I'll write mine later. Out of sight, out of mind; okay?" Lyla nods quickly, wiping her face as they both stand.

"I'm gonna change and help you with our house." Paul nods in agreement, kissing her before he leaves her alone once more, returning to his pack brothers.

Lyla watches him go, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She turns to go change out of her house clothes when a thought crosses her mind. Picking up the pencil once more, she scribbles in her final thoughts.

I'm so lucky to have Paul, he's my everything.