A long time ago, I was super into the Twilight Saga, in particular the 'Team Jacob' side of things.

I loved LOVED the wolves. They were my kind of humor, sarcastic and overall some of my favorite characters. I loved them so much, that I decided to do some role plays on twitter.

After a really cruddy experience rping as Jacob on some tiny rp site, I found The Cullens Online (TCO) and 'auditioned/applied' to be Embry Call, because he was like my third choice as the other wolves were all taken at that moment. I passed the interview thing with flying colors and quickly joined in all the fun things that the site had to offer. While on the site, I met this AMAZING person who has become one of my closest friends and we started a sideline role play as our two characters, and that is how my obsession with Embry & Jane as a pairing began LOL.

This story is all in Embry's POV. The inspiration for this story is the many times me and my friend have RPed and various story lines we have created.

A lot of credit goes out to her for some of these plotlines.

HOWEVER, this whole story has been completely written by me and I want to take some credit for that. This is borrowed, but my own as well.

I PROMISE not all of my intros to chapters will be like this, but I wanted to give some heads up to the background behind it all seeing as it is a kinda weird pairing to ship, but TRULY makes a lot of sense once you get into it.

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There was once a time in my life that I knew where I was going.

I think it was kindergarten, and I remember that I was very shy and only ever drew one thing- monsters.

It seemed that I was fixated on them growing up.

Every day I would go to school, say goodbye too my Ma, and then spend my whole day drawing any kind of monster I could think of, playing monsters on the playground inside. Monsters. Monsters. MONSTERS. It used to get so bad that the teacher would have to call my Ma and tell her that I wasn't doing anything else except for draw, play and talk about monsters.

So finally one day, Ma sat me down and crouched before me, looking directly in my eyes.

"Embry," she'd say, "What is with the monsters? I got another call from your teacher today."

I would shrug my shoulders and look down at my feet; nervous to explain my obsession.

"A kid your age should want to run and play sports."

I shook my head blurted out, "I just want to be ready to fight the monsters."

Ma smiled and reached out to pinch my chubby little kid cheek and touch the tip of my nose. "You'll have plenty of time to fight the monsters when you're older, Embry."

And boy was she right.

These days, Ma and I didn't have the same kind of talks that we had when I was a kid. Our talks mostly consisted of "Where were you?"s and "Why did you sneak out again last night"s and the ever popular, "Embry, you're grounded!".

Rightfully so, it isn't like I didn't give her a fair share of good reasons to worry.

There was the time I snuck out to see Missy at her mom's house. The time I met up with a group from Port Angeles and smoked a bunch of pot and passed out in the park. Or even the time that I almost burned the house down because I left the oven on and then left to hang out with the boys down at the beach.

But more times than any of that, I was sneaking out and refusing to explain why or where I was going. In fact, up until I turned 19 we had this fight each and every day.

At age 19, Ma gave up on me.

That's exaggerating, I should say Ma quit trying to solve the mystery. Which was a relief to me since my secret wasn't really one I had ever wanted to share with her for fear of how she would take it. Ma's safety from both herself and the physical world was more important than my own happiness or I guess... our relationship. I was all she had. It isn't like she had a boyfriend or a husband to help protect her.

In a lot of ways, I was protecting her from the real me. The shapeshifting side.

She didn't need to know the kinds of things I did. She didn't need to know the kind of danger that exists in the real world. The Quileute legends were all real, but Ma could never know that. Because if I told her about me and the boys that meant I was closer to the truth about who my father was, and that was one subject Ma did NOT like to talk about.

In fact, I could count on four fingers the amount of times she has talked about my dad.

And every single conversation ends like this: "What's really important, Embry," Ma says, "is that no matter what you still have me. Knowing about your father doesn't change anything."

But it does.

Because dear old daddy can only be one of three people

Jake's dad.

Quil's dad.

Sam's dad.

Which is marvelous considering Jake and Quil have been my best friends since BIRTH. And Sam was my first Alpha and still a close brother of the pack.

The SECOND I phased for the first time a few feet from my house those years ago was the MOMENT I started to learn about who I really was.

And I hated it.

The more and more I learned about myself, the more and more I disliked the person I was. But I remained the same for the most part. At least I still had Jake and Quil and the pack.

Imprinting tore that all apart though.

It started the day Quil met little Claire. Sure she was cute like any toddler, but the way that Quil was looking at her seemed a little off. He was staring. His eyes had widened, and just slightly, he started to sway. Jake and I looked at each other confused, and Sam was watching in awe at the look on Quil's face.

It was later that day Sam informed us that that was imprinting, and lucky for Quil, he had found his life mate. His priorities, his feelings, his thoughts and his future was tied to the little girl playing in the sand.

That day was the day my life started to suck.

But it continued.

Imprinting took over everything for Quil. He was still the same old Quil, but everything was about Claire now. His spare time, his choices, they all ended with Claire.

And then Jake imprinted. On a vampire's kid no less.

I had gotten used to vampires since Jake and our pack spent a decent amount of time over in Cullen territory. The treaty has almost been erased since Jake imprinted. As if his imprinting was the bridge between our world and theirs and now SUDDENLY the Cullens and us were less of mortal enemies and more of some weird extension of a family. Like the second third cousins removed twice distant family that you hardly knew and didn't really care for but you still kinda liked them and didn't mind seeing them every once in a while.

Now don't get me wrong- I am incredibly happy for Jake and Quil. I mean, who wouldn't be happy for someone when they meet their soul mate?

I just wish it could happen to me already.

It had been years since Jake imprinted. Since his imprint, almost EVERY DAMN WOLF had imprinted. Even LEAH imprinted which nobody even thought was possible for a girl wolf. The only wolves left who HADN'T imprinted, ended up being me and Seth Clearwater.

And Seth could care less. He was always so damn happy it just drove me insane.

I had already lost my best friends to imprinting, so I started to grow inwards. I spent a lot of time working on cars and other mechanical nonsense. I taught myself guitar and even started helping Ma with cooking which I SUCK at by the way.

However, nothing seemed to distract me enough to get imprinting off of my mind.

I would take days where I would remain phased, roaming the woods and forests and a lot of Canada. Some times, I would find myself in cities and towns I had never heard of. I would go to the most crowded place I could find, and people watch.

Jake told me he did it once when he was still crazy about Bella, and even though it yielded no results for him, I still kept trying. Hopes up, I would spend hours watching people pass me by. And each and every time I went home disappointed.

So now, at age 25, I was a high school dropout with no girlfriend living with their mom who refused to tell him anything about his dad who could be one of his best friend's dad's. And hey- I had this uncanny talent of turning into a wolf.

Life for me wasn't turning out quite the way I had dreamed. The fabulous life of fighting the monsters had lost its allure, and now I was just a sad adult trying to figure out where I screwed up.

I wondered all these things as I sauntered in the forest, taking my time with my morning patrol.

Quite the life story you have going, huh Bry?

I heard Jake's voice echo in my head and I quickly regretted some of my previous thought choices.

Yeah, it's just going swimmingly. How much did you hear?

Just from my imprinting and on.

Great.

Sorry. I was embarrassed. But I should know better than to let something like Jake get to me. I could have guessed his response.

Don't be sorry, Bry. I know you've been having a rough time lately. With the imprinting thing.

Thanks for your sympathy but I don't need it. I do well with my own self-pitying.

Embry, do you remember when I was still in love with Bella?

I huffed out a breath and quickened my pace slightly.

Yeah, of course. His usual pep talk schpeel was starting.

Just because I didn't think I would ever imprint, didn't mean I wasn't going to. Your imprint is out there, Embry. You can't give up so easily.

I shook my head, despite the fact that nobody could see me.

Its almost been five years, Jake. I have seen thousands upon thousands of women. And nothing.

Imprints are weird sometimes. Your circumstance behind your imprint may be different than ours. I mean, look at Ness and I.

I have. That's the problem.

I'm sorry it's been hard, Embry. But you have to-

We were quickly cut off by a loud SLAM! as a tree fell in front of me and I jumped back a few steps. My patrol was almost over, and the fact that this damn tree had to fall right now and block my shortcut home was not making me very happy.

Embry- you okay, man?

Jake's thoughts were worried, but I wasn't able to answer him as I was distracted by the two figures that stood directly in front of me now that I had turned around.

They both had hoods up, but some of their features poked through the shadows their cloaks cast.

While both of them were the same height, each figure was quite different from the other. The one on the left had short, brown hair. His nose was perfectly angular, and his skin extremely pale. The glow of his red eyes bursting through the darkness hiding the rest of his face. While he stood beside the other cloaked person, he stood tall with his shoulders back. A proud stance hiding a frightful being with more bad intentions than good.

The figure on the right was softer, but all the more threatening.

At the same height, this figure was clearly a girl. You could tell she wasn't very old as she couldn't look any older than, at best, an underdeveloped sixteen year old. A braid of blonde shiny hair lay limp on her right shoulder, and her hands were clasped in front of her as she stood calm and controlled. Her skin was just as pale as her brothers, but in the light seemed to glitter like diamonds in a ring. Hiding in the shadow of her own hood, the same piercing red eyes looked back at me; as if they were the same set of eyes the first figure had.

So to summarize: it was scary as fuck.

I stood silent and frozen before them, a dark mist surrounding me as everything faded away. My sight, my sense of smell, the way the world felt on my skin slowly disappeared. The last thing to go was Jake's voice ringing in my head again and again; Embry?! Embry!

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