Pilot

AN: I won't try to make a habit of leaving author notes but I figured that this is a necessary introductory one. This is a pilot; if the reaction is good then I will be adding to this story. If all goes well, I plan on making this story 50k words—hopefully. I won't be using Embry's POV that often, so if I don't state Embry's POV then it's the imprint's/OC's. Also I'm probably going to begin each chapter with a quote to set the tone and hint at what will happen.

"Look past the things you think you see. Move your head just to the left; a glance in a world of perspectives and then you might see it: an entire universe in the corner of your eye."

—Welcome to Night Vale - Episode 41 - WALK

Embry POV:

It was official; we were making a trip to Seattle, the same place that was undeniably infected with a blood sucker army. It all started because Kim needed to get a prom dress, but Jared didn't want her going to Seattle; Kim complained to Emily, Emily decided that she needed to take a trip to Seattle too. Since Emily has Sam wrapped around her little finger, she convinced him to let the two go. For extra protection Seth and I were dragged along as well.

Seth and I ended up drive in separate car from Kim, Jared, Sam, and Emily because the lack of room in Emily's little car. Once we got to the store Sam and Jared went to look at prom dresses with the imprints while Seth and I checked a two block radius for leeches.

"Hey, so how many leeches do you think are in this city?" Seth asked me as we carelessly walked down the sidewalk. "I mean there's been so many people that have gone missing, there has to be the at least a dozen."

"Jesus Seth, keep your voice down. It's a secret remember?" I muttered to him. I glanced at Seth to see that he had his nose scrunched up, assuming the worst I sniffed the air, only to get assaulted by the thick smell of car exhaust.

"I wasn't talking that loud," Seth protested, noticeably quieter. "Can we go back now? I don't smell a leech and that exhaust is giving me a headache."

I sigh, "I suppose we scoped it out enough," and we slowly made our way back to the dress shop.

By the time the girls had found a dress it was about dinner time, so we drove around until we found an all you can eat buffet. Once we got out of the car and walked closer to the door there was a sign hanging up on in that read, 'Check or cash only'.

"Shit." Sam sighed, "I only brought a credit card."

"There's a bank over there. We can get cash." I replied.

No one objected and soon we were at the bank.

The line sluggishly went forward as I stood waiting my turn. The imprints and the guys were waiting in some chairs by the front door. In the quite of the lazy bank there was a female voice that rang out in an aggressive tone. "Everyone get the fuck down."

Shit. I glanced back to check on the pack and my eyes connected with one of the robbers and my world stopped. Suddenly everything in my life felt like it had led to this moment. She began to approach me, I had no idea what else was going on around me, I only had eyes for her. And then my imprint did something I will never fully believe; she kicked me in the balls, hard. I fell to the ground and cup the family jewels.

"When I say get to the fucking ground, you drop to the god damn ground. Got it?" She growled. Her gun, which was pointed at my face, blocked my view from seeing her entire masked face, but I could still see her dark brown, almost black, eyes. Her eyes grew darker and I realized I hadn't responded to her, I quickly nodded and she turned away.

"Hey Roy, that guy causing you any problems?" A male voice asked her. As he approached her, she moved away from me and more towards him. He put his hand on her shoulder. I scowled at him from my spot on the floor. Anger began to surge through me. Who was that? Why did he care?

Before I could completely wolf out, another masked figure popped up from behind the teller's desk. "Biv, romance is for after we're rich and Roy help me out, these damn cashiers pressed the silent alarm. We gotta grab the cash and split. Biv babysit the people."

Once Roy was out of my line of sight I remembered the other imprints. I glanced back and saw that Sam and Jared were too busy calming down the girls to see what just happened, but Seth had a stupid smirk on his face, I glared at him.

"Hey," I heard Biv shout, "shut that damn kid up." It seems that someone's kid was frightened and Biv thought shouting would fix it. I felt my anger bubble up. Which was odd since I was usually level headed. 'Biv didn't deserve Roy, she was mine,' my inner wolf snarled.

Sirens were in the distance; my wolf hearing could pick it up, before the humans could. Suddenly my stomach twisted; If Roy gets caught, how will we form a relationship? We'll never see each other again.

My internal turmoil was cut short by Biv's voice, "Hey G, you about got the money collected?"

"Yup!" a voice sounded. I recognized it as the person who had called Roy to help with the money. Biv took off running into the room that Roy was in with G(?).

As I heard the thieves run down an echoic hallway and out the back of the bank the door slammed shut behind them with a condemning bang, it occurred to me that my imprint may have just escaped imprisonment but was now at the mercy of a leech army.