Ava's POV.

I was on my 3rd shot of whiskey after my breakup with Jason. I may be one of the only female shape-shifter alive, but that doesn't mean I can't have a life. So, what if there's even the smallest chance I'll imprint, it's not like I care. Who wants to betide to one person for the rest of their lives, to have all of their choices taken away, to fall in love with someone who may never love you back, to go soft over one person.

That sounds like a curse to me. I hope I never imprint. Even if that opinion puts me here drinking away my heartbreak, I will stay with it until I decide otherwise. In other words, forever.

Usually I'm the one breaking hearts, but I actually fell in love. He was everything a girl could dream of. He brought me flowers every day, he took me to all types of parties. I thought he loved me back, but all he wanted was someone to "Show off "until his wife came crawling back. I guess I should have known the one guy I'd fall for would be as much of a player as me.

Funny how life turns out. One minute you're a normal human teenager dreaming of becoming a super star then the next you're a 19-year-old shape-shifter in a club wishing you could get drunk to forget your ridiculous heartbreak.

'I guess 3 is enough for now ' I thought ' don't want people wonder why I'm not drunk after 5 shots of whiskey. ' I make my way over to the already crowded dance floor. As I start dancing, someone comes through the door and their scents hit me like a ton of bricks. 'Shape-shifters! Port Angeles is my turf! ' I thought as I began walking over to the trespassers.