Almost everyone in the pack has imprinted. There's only a few left who haven't.
Most imprinted in La Push. They met on the beach, at school, or when meeting family friends: in happy, positive situations, but not me.
Oh, no. I had to imprint in one of the most terrifying, mortifying, jaw-dropping situations: one where I had no time to speculate or gaze or admire her.
I had to save her, a second after witnessing what was probably one of the worst scenes I had ever seen in my life, and two seconds after imprinting.
Everyone else had time to analyse every facet of her face, voice, scent…
Not me.
I had to save her, and what's worse?
I was late.
It had already begun.
And she was probably scarred for life.
