This is my newest imprint story :) It is set in a completely different universe from Safehouse, and so Summer and Colton do not exist. The timing is slightly different from the books, with the newborn battle happening just before/during Christmas break. Basically, all the events of New Moon are moved up three months or so. This shouldn't impact the story too much, but...yeah.

The title of the story comes from the country song by the same name. I don't own the song or the Twilight Saga, so no confusion there...

I hope you enjoy this new version of a witch. Let me know what you think!

Prologue

I knew that being a witch in the world I lived in would be hard. I realized that actually engaging in magic would be even more difficult. From the beginning, I had been warned how life as a witch was a blessing and a curse. The warning from my grandmother had never seemed real to me; even as a child while learning spells, I had pictured an idyllic life. I imagined living in a cottage in the forest, helping the passerby, making a living off of making extracts and healing salves. I had never pictured taking a role in the supernatural, and certainly not in that of the vampires.

Yet here I stood, waiting at the edge of the forest during the battle. I could feel Emily's eyes on me from her kitchen window. Sue bustled around, Billy would be at the table, but Emily remained still, her eyes focused on the exposed mark on my left shoulder. The weight of her expectations was stunning. The well-being of the pack was no longer just on them as a group; I had begun to shoulder part of that burden. If one of them were harmed, it would be up to me to make it all better.

Playing doctor had never been one of my favorites as a child.

I watched the leaves on the trees change from bright, jade green and emerald to a softer, muted hue. As the sun began to set, the howling started.

My eyes turned anxiously back to Emily's face. Her anxiety matched mine, and we stared at each other, suddenly imprints hoping that it was a false alarm, that everything was okay. Emily suddenly looked past me, into the trees, waiting for someone to appear. Brady and Collin would know what was happening, they could warn me who was hurt and how badly.

The rustling in the bushes caught my attention. In place of a tall, tanned, shirtless Quileute, I was met with a short girl with pale skin and blood-red eyes. The scarlet orbs tracked the movements of my fingers as they twisted nervously. My heartbeat filled my ears, and as her tongue wet her lips, I released a keening scream.

My last coherent thought was that I was really going to miss my life.