What's your name?
Cause I have to know it,
You let me in and begin to show it
I'm terrified,
Cause you're heading straight for it,
Might get it

Fala's point of view-

It took Seth, Sam, Collin, Embry, and Paul to hold Brady back the moment I screamed at him. His face was twisted into pure horror the moment I fell onto the soft grass and broke down in hysterical tears. I know what you're thinking...wow. But, trust me on this. This whole 'imprinting' jig thingy-ma-bobber ruined both of our lives.

Just think, Brady is going to spend his teenager years not worrying about losing his virginity or how many parties he can get into, but making sure I'm safe and happy. Sure, that's fantastic, but look at this realistically. Do you really think he'd be happy with doing so if he were just a human boy?

I think not.

As far as this whole 'teenage wolf' thing goes, it's bad enough as it is. As far as I can see, the most precious thing a person wants is freedom. No one hanging on their backs, or breathing down their necks 24/7. And with the wolf thing Brady had given up his privacy with that weird ass mind link, and its not like he can have fun when he's running around saving us from blood-sucking vampires.

Imprints, however, are the real deal. The whole 'THIS IS IT' thing. I guess what I'm trying to say is that if Brady weren't a wolf, I highly doubt he'd take a second glance at me, and me the same to him. This whole thing just basically screwed us both over for the rest of eternity. More so him, but I'll admit that it does put a damper on my free will as well.

I know, I know, 'as long as the imprint is happy', but get this. Quil and Claire, yes...friends. Only because she's 7 right now. But if she was 16 when Quil had imprinted on her? Hundred bucks says she'd be knocked up right now. But that's just it, I don't want a romantic relationship. And considering the fact Brady and I are practically almost the same age-group and almost adults, he's gonna want a girl on his arm. No dice sunshine.

Thus brings us to the present. I am now crying my heart out because one look caused mine and Brady's whole future to be engraved in stone. And Brady is now almost bursting a vein and killing my older brother just to get to me.

Talk about chaos.

"I have to- let me go! She- she needs me!" Brady cried out, struggling once again to escape the grasp of his pack mates. I just glared at him, the once sad tears now turning into blinding rage. This was all his fault. I could feel it. It's all Brady's fault. If he hadn't looked at me we'd be perfectly fine! But no, he just had to turn his stupid head.

I grinded my teeth together, glowering as Brady continued to fight his way out of the 5 wolves hold. And, I'll give him props, he seemed to almost be winning. Almost. Just not quite there.

"Brady, man, calm. The. Fuck. Down!" Collin yelped, dodging Brady when he growled angrily in his face, thrashing about. I stared at them silently, knowing the tears were falling freely without any effort.

First the kitchen burns down, and now this?

Today really wasn't my day.

"Brady, stop," Sam ordered, not once raising his voice. But the power was so evident that even I flinched, hell, I'm not even a wolf. That's some weird shiz right there, that's all I've got to say. Brady slumped forward, seeming completely exhausted as he stared at me in lazy wonder, not once able to lift a single finger when I clenched my teeth and glared. He seemed completely torned as I stayed glued in my spot, using all of my energy to glare at him while Seth, Collin, Paul, Embry, and Sam carefully released his arms.

I watched silently as he fell to his knees on the ground with a loud thump, ignoring the need to wince with him at the harsh contact.

Damn bond is already working its way through the nerves. It was almost like a fast acting virus. Scary.

"Hey," he mumbled hoarsely, giving me a pleading look, his eyes wide with pain when I continued to glare.

"I'm Brady," he continued, when I ignored him a small pout formed on his cute, full lips. My face scrunched together at the thought. 'Cute full lips?', crap.

"Damnit," I cursed aloud, abruptly getting up from my spot. Seth laughed quietly from his spot on the side, obviously knowing that something about Brady went off in my head; something nice.

"What? What's wrong? !" Brady yelled from his spot on the grass, nearly begging. My fists clenched.

Only an imprint can make a grown man -or someone who looked like a grown man- beg. It was truly a sad sight. I shook my head, biting my tongue to keep from shouting out 'you!' directly in his face. Please, I may be a bit...mean at times, but I'm not going to make him cry. Because I know that saying that to him will make him cry, maybe even roll up into the fedal position. Hell, I don't know. But he's certaintly not going to take that comment with a simple nod.

"Fa-"

"Don't say my name!" I nearly screeched, making Seth stop mid-sentence, giving me a startled look before simply nodding, his adams apple bobbing nervously.

"I don't want him to know it. In fact, why don't we just forget about this whole imprint thing? Yeah?" I nodded, agreeing with myself as Brady shook his head frantically, apparently not liking the idea at all.

"How about you undue the imprint, huh? Then imprint on someone else," I said calmly, making my voice sound like I was talking to an ignorant child. Sam sighed disappointingly from his spot while Paul tried not to burst out laughing at Brady's horror stricken face.

"You know it doesn't work that way, Fala," Sam said, immediately making me face palm as Brady repeated my name in an echoed whisper. Sam just made this whole thing a lot worse. If Brady knows my name, then that's just one more reason for him to get too attached. Stupid Sam. I'm glad I burnt down his kitchen - well, partly my kitchen too considering I live there...but, uh, still his kitchen. Technically.

"Why the hell not! ?" I yelled, waving my hands around while Paul started to howl with hysterical laughter. The jerk.

"You think this is funny! ?" I yelled, stomping up to him, "I'd like to see how you'd react if some...some...fucking pup imprinted on you! Thus screwing your whole life over for eternity! No freedom! No nothing! I'm Stuck!" I screamed, making the whole yard full of wolves fall silent, all their heads turned towards me. But what did I care? This was all a misunderstanding. I wasn't anybody's soulmate, and Brady doesn't love me like I'm his entire world. He doesn't, he can't.

"Do you actually feel that way?" Brady whispered brokenly behind me, tears gathering up in his eyes threateing to spill over any second.

I opened my mouth to scream 'yes' at him, but the words caught in my throat. I tried again, but nothing came out. Nothing. Instead I just stared in his eyes, watching as tears actually began to fall. Running down his beautiful cheek bones and across his russet skin. I wanted to punch myself. I was the cause to that. Yet, I knew I had done the right thing.

"You- you don't have to, Fala," he mumbled, standing up slowly. I watched his tearful eyes glance over at Sam for permission. Permission to come closer.

I wanted to die when Sam nodded for approval.

Slowly Brady crept forward, watching me warily as I just stood there like an idiot. Not once awknowledging his approaching form. I stared at him when he stopped right in front of me, his fingers slowly skimming my cheek. I however, still being the frozen jackass of the day, could only stand there, not once approving or denying his touch or his radiating heat.

"We could just be friends," he murmured, still moving his fingers over my face. I continued to watch him as he stared at my eyes for a moment longer before dropping down to my lips, right when his fingers started to graze over my bottom lip.

"But you want more," I insisted stiffly, "you'll always want more," Brady paused, seeming thoughtful for a second, his tears of hurt quickly forgotten when he was at close proximity.

"Whatever makes you happy," he said sternly, still touching my bottom lip. I sneered at his excuse. 'Whatever makes you happy', what a load of BS.

"Liar," I hissed, my brain finally catching up with my body as I jerked away from him. Brady's hand stayed in mid air where my bottom lip used to be, utter shock written clear on his face.

"I do want you to be happy," he said, clearly appalled at the thought that I didn't believe him. The thing is, I know Brady wants me to be happy. But he wants me to be happy with him. Do you want to know how well it would play out if I were to kiss another guy anywhere near Brady? Huh? It would end in blood...and a lot of paper work. Two thing of which I do not want to worry about. And even if I do find someone, what makes you think Brady will find a girl of his own? The one that see's him romantically?

I told you; my future, his future, all set in stone. We're suppose to end up together. It's...inevitable.

"Fala..." Sam sighed, putting an arm around my shoulder, "I know you must feel confused, but...open up to the idea? It'll be easier on both of you, the imprint is -"

"No. It's not finding a soulmate, it's all about...breeding! Do you know what that feels like? Knowing that someone is so obssessed with you only because you can give them healthy pups? It's...it's sick! It's undermining!" I growled, hearing Jared, Sam, Paul, Quil, and Jacob all sigh heavily. The imprinted wolves. Of course they wouldn't agree with me. They're in love, why would they admit the connection is only for baby making? It would make them look bad.

"I love Emily, Fala, and Brady loves you. It's not just for breeding. It's soulmates, the person that can make you the happiest," Sam said calmly, giving me a smile. I frowned, feeling my left eye twitch.

They were all so clueless.