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It was Wednesday and the pack all agreed that it would be a great day to go to the beach. It was sunny with a light refreshing breeze that was begging everyone to spend the day outside. And how could we deny our wolves this beautiful day?

Pulling on my swim trunks I turned to look at myself in the mirror. I examined myself carefully. It had been five years since my first shift but within those years I was at my physical peak. Standing at 6'1" with 200 pounds of muscle and almost perfect bronze skin. I looked about 24 instead of the 17 that I was. Most people thought I was part of a gang that was on steroids. Unknown to them however I was a wolf shape shifter that protected them from werewolves, vampires, and whatever other supernatural creature that's dumb enough to try and harm any human.

While I still was looking at my body for a brief second I imagined myself as a old time warrior wearing a deer skin loin cloth. A smirk played across my lips my ancestors would be proud of me. I was made to protect my people and they would have thought so high of me because they could rest assure that I was out there with my pack mates keeping them safe. They would praise me for it and never think of me as some trouble making kid that was on roids.

"Brady, Collin is here," my mother yelled up the stairs.

Grabbing my drawstring bag and beach towel I ran downstairs to greet my best friend. "Hey Brady," Collin greeted me with the dimple smile that had all the girls in our classing going crazy for,

"Hey," I smiled back before turning to my mother. She was wearing her favorite yellow and white sundress. "Morning Mom."

"Morning…Your leaving for the beach this early? It's not even nine yet. The water is going to be freezing," she said frowning deeply.

My mother had no clue that I was a shape shifter. She took my growth spurt and muscle gain as puberty finally kicking in. She even went as far to say that the jump from only 5'3" to 6'1" was thanks to my great grandfather who stood at 6'6". When it came to following the res' gang leader and staying out later and later, she wasn't happy about it.

There has been tons of days that she would yell at me or even ground me. Saying that she didn't want me to grow up as a trouble maker. Those days I had to sneak out just so I could do my patrol shift. And even that sometimes backfired with my mother catching me climbing through my window.

After the forth time being late to patrol Sam decided to talk to my mother and tell her that for now on I would be working with him or other tribe members (also known as my pack mates) to keep me out of trouble. After the talk my mother began to love Sam and the others because the were keeping me out of trouble. She would defend even defend us when a hateful rumor crossed her path. That left me working with Leah and Seth making detailed skateboards, snowboards, bikes, and surfboards.

"We're going to meet up at Sam's house for breakfast and then help load up the truck with the grill and stuff," I explained as I reached for a cookie. "By the time we actually hit the water it shouldn't be that bad."

Sighing softly she nodded her head. "I'm a mother. It's my job to make sure you don't get sick."

Something that she wouldn't ever have to worry about now that I'm a wolf. The last time I was sick was the week up to my transformation but after I've been as healthy as a horse. "I won't." I give her a quick kiss on the cheek before walking to the front door. "I'm spending the night at Collin's."

'Okay, you boys have fun and stay safe."

"No worries Mrs. Fuller, I'll make sure he stays out of trouble," Collin said grinning full on.

"I'm sure you will." With a chuckle she ushered us out ushers us out of the door. "Now hurry off boys don't want to make your friends wait."

After walking for a few minutes Collin stopped to check out some girls from our class. "Man what I wouldn't give to imprint on one of those cuties," he sighed giving each another quick look over.

"Weren't you the one for the last four years going on and on about not wanting to imprint," I asked continuing towards Sam's.

"Yeah but think about it, we get to have sex everyday and an amazing cook for the rest of our lives."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes I walked onto the porch. What was it with every unmated wolf thinking that's all that comes with imprinting? Imprinting isn't always easy; take Same and Emily. Sam was getting ready to marry Leah and a week before their wedding imprints on he imprints on her best friend/cousin Emily.

Without being able to tell Leah why he didn't want to marry her anymore it left her bitter and angry. That was until Paul imprinted on her. Which in return lead to a very pissed off Sam who is still very much in love with her. To say things got complicated would be an understatement of a life time.

The only imprint that went off without a conflict so far was Jared and Kim. With Kim already having a major crush on him it took little to no effort getting to know each other and introducing her to the supernatural.

But nonetheless imprinting wasn't about having sex whenever you wanted. It's about being introduced to the one other person in the world that completes you. That will always be there no matter what happens. Imprinting was a gift for the sacrifices that we make as wolves. To have one thing in this life to protect, cherish, and love is the best gift that has ever been given or will be given to a wolf.

'Brady think about it," Collin said jogging up the porch. "Don't you want a hottie to wake up to every morning?"

"When or if I imprint I don't care who it's on. She is always going to be a hottie to me once I imprint on her. And two it's not about having a hot imprint, it's about having your other half."

"Brady since when have you been such a pussy? I have never heard anyone say anything like that until after they imprinted. Right now is your time to stick as many girls as possible before you imprint on someone."

"Great idea and all but last time I checked Paul and Quil did the same thing. Paul imprinted on Leah who beats his ass on numerous of occasions and Quil imprinted on Clair who is six years old and loves to torture him endlessly."

Giggles could be heard as I opened the door. The whole pack was sitting in the living room all ready to go to the beach. "Leah doesn't beat me," Paul growled.

"Paul what do you call it then," Jared asked chuckling. "Love taps?"

Grinding his teeth and cracking his neck he looked over to us. "Imprinting on your other half isn't always fun."

"And what is that supposed to mean," Leah asked plopping into Paul's lap.

"It means that it could sometimes lead to bad arguments that leads to a swollen eye." She chuckled before running her hand over the three scars on his chest. From the corner of my eye I could see Sam cringe slightly.

It was no secret that Sam wanted to protect Leah from Paul's woman chasing ways. When he first heard of that Leah became a imprintee he was happy because she would know the love and irresistible pull that he had to deal with. What didn't make him happy was the fact that Paul was the one to imprint on her. The knowledge of this lead to Sam losing control and wolfing out on Paul.

After being calm down he was filled with so much guilt from hurting a brother that he tried to pass being Alpha to someone else but his wolf wouldn't bow to anyone. There just some things that you just can't give away.

"Anyway, now that everyone is here breakfast can be severed," Emily announced as she brought a tray of muffins, doughnuts, and biscuits. Once she set the tray down it stood no chance. Between the wolves and all of the imprints the tray was clean within ten minutes.

Rubbing my stomach I sighed softly when the full feeling disappeared and a dull ache in the pit of my stomach was left. The disadvantage of being a shape shifter; you are almost always hungry. What I wouldn't give to eat normal size meals and stay full for a few hours. I know it would take a load off of my wallet for sure.

"Alright, now that breakfast is out of the way here is the assignments," Sam said clasping his hands together. "Paul, Collin, and Jacob you will be filling my truck up with firewood."

"But there is no wood cut," Jacob huffed.

"Well maybe you guys should be on time for your patrols." Groaning the three nodded there heads most likely not in the mood to argue with the Alpha. "Jared and Embry clean the grills and load them into Paul's truck. Quil, Brady, and myself will skin, chop, and prep the meat."

'What about Leah," Collin asked pouting. "She's a wolf too. Why doesn't she have to do anything?"

"Because I'm an imprintee," Leah answered with a grin.

Everyone knew that it was an unspoken law that imprintees would never do something that should be a wolf's job. It wasn't because we thought that they were weak or useless. It was the fact that wolves worried about their imprints. Yes imprints lived as long their wolf shifts but they could still get hurt or killed easily. The urge to protect them is supposed to be so strong that the wolf will do anything and everything to keep them safe.

'But it will take a whole hell of a lot more to hurt you."

"My woman is NOT doing any of this," Paul growled menacingly at Collin. "Stop being such a pussy and let's get to work!" Pouting Collin followed Paul and Jacob without another complaint.

"Alright boys let's get to work ourselves. Once we finish this up Seth should be done giving the Res a couple of laps." Quickly nodding our heads we mad our way to the kitchen.