Jacob's POV

I could tell I was nearing La Push because I could smell my brothers. I phased back at the edge of the forest and pulled on a pair of sweats I "borrowed" along the way.

I headed toward Emily's house, already smelling her delicious cooking. As I neared her house, I heard the raucous laughter of Paul and the delicate laughter of Emily. I took a deep breath and steeled myself to knock on the door.

When the door opened, I was met with the face of a goddess. Her intoxicating scent swirled around me, and I inhaled, breathing in her scent of roses and something I couldn't quite identify. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. Her perfect face, with large, slightly tilted emerald eyes, framed with long black lashes, high cheekbones, full, rosy lips... Her skin was lightly tanned, and the light from the house behind her gave her a soft golden glow. My eyes slowly traveled down her body, appreciating her curvy figure, slim waist, long legs that went on for miles and ... No! Bad Jacob! Don't go there.

"Jacob," she breathed. How did this goddess know my name? Why is she so familiar? I took another look. Annie, my brain registered. My former girlfriend, from my childhood. We broke up because she moved away. And then I fell in love with her. Bella. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt like it used to think her name. Perhaps the imprint was stronger than I thought. Annie, Annie, Annie, my brain screamed at me. I didn't know she was back in La Push.

"Jake!" Someone yelled from behind her, barreling toward me and tackling me. I growled lightly, upset that my view of Annie was obscured.

Embry looked at me, confused. "Wha-" He started, then followed my gaze, a look of dawning comprehension on his features. The rest of the pack, that had come out, hearing the commotion, looked from me to Annie, shocked. She seemed uncomfortable under the scrutiny and met my eyes for the first time.

She gasped. "Imprint", was all she said as she swayed on the spot. I pushed Embry aside and caught her as she began to fall. I carried her inside and laid her on the couch, then turned to meet the questioning eyes of the pack.

Quil punched my shoulder. "Welcome to the club, mate."

The rest of the pack simply gaped at me.

Sam said,"What about Bella?"

"Who's Bella?" I ask, momentarily confused. "Oh. Her."

Paul laughs, "Damn, he's fallen hard if he can't remember Bella."

I turn away to look down at Annie, smoothing down her glossy black hair as she began to stir.

"Jacob?" she asked weakly.

I nodded, ignoring the thrill that went through me as she said my name.

"Did you-" she started. I cut in and said,"Imprint? Yeah." I noticed the pack quietly leaving to give us privacy.

"Why weren't you with the pack earlier?" she asked.

Uh-oh. Do I tell her? How to explain this? Annie's known for her fiery temper. Crap, she's looking at me, she's waiting for an answer. She is so beautiful, and she's all mine. MINE, humans, if one of you even looks at her, I'll rip you apart with pleasure, I'll-

"Jacob?" I love it when she says my name, but I need to concentrate. Here goes nothing.

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