In the real world they call it true, everlasting love. In La Push, in the rainy state of Washington, America, a special few call it 'imprinting'.
Doesn't make any sense? Definitions of imprint include: 1- Mark made by printing or stamping. 2- Publisher's name and address on a book. 3- Produce (a mark) by printing or stamping. 4- Fix firmly in someone's mind. In this case, it would be leaning closest towards number four.
Still not making any sense? Well, it didn't when I first found out either. It was like a punch in the face really. Totally not expecting it, but man did I feel it. And it wasn't even my problem, not really. It was his. I could have easily, and believe me, simply walked away. But after a while I suppose I got used to the idea. Because I came back. Then I was pretty sure it wasn't for my sake. Well, yeah, I liked the guy before that. And if it was true, I suppose I really didn't want to lose him. But I was in it for him. I don't even know, still to this day, what it was that got me up to go back. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was to double check. Or maybe it was much more.
The look on his face is one I'll never, ever forget. I'd made so much more than just his day; I'd made his whole life. Literally. Well, still, every dog has its day. I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. I really hoped I wasn't going to regret it, or make the biggest mistake of my life. I was after all only sixteen. This was the life I never dreamed of living, being a part of. I didn't even know it existed. There was so much drama and excitement. Even danger. It was so much more than the ordinary life I thought I was going to live.
I'm really glad he found me. Maybe I found him. Fate? I love that we found each other. Still not making any sense? Well my favourite, personal definition is: Werewolf crazy in love.
And that was just the beginning.