Him and I sat across from each other at the table. No point in stopping now. "...You remember how I told you that wolves could imprint on someone?"

He nodded, his eyes full of wonder.

I looked down at the silverware, how could I tell him? "Well... I uhm,"

"You imprinted, did you?"

I looked back up at him. "Yeah..."

"who...?"

I bit my lip, and apon tasting blood, I looked back into his eyes. They were filled with curiosity and wonder, but at the same time, it was a look of knowing, like he had already predicted what I was going to say next.

"...You."

A/N: ...I can't believe I'm writing a Twilight story... Shocker, even for me..