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Emma

The harsh winter of my 17th birthday soon melted into warm spring. The sun felt amazing on my skin and my hair regained the natural highlights that were lost in the winter. Spring gave way to summer, and school was out of our minds. I never saw the wolf for a long time after that. I felt like I was missing part of me; a hole in my heart. The entire I searched for him, but there wasn't a trace. For a while I tried to forget about it. But it was like something in my mind wouldn't let me. Everything I did made me think about the wolves in the forest. When the later months of summer faded into fall, something inside me told me that things were different. Different than as they were when I was a child.

"You need to get a hobby," Jasper muttered as he shuffled papers on the table.

It was about twelve thirty when I got up. It was Saturday.

"Why?" I groaned as my forehead met the cool table top. He bustled around the kitchen grabbing Lord knows what. My hair gathered around my face on the table not letting me watch him. "I don't need one."

"Have you seen yourself lately?" He asked and grabbed his coffee thermos. I lifted my head up to look at him. Being a artist meant that he didn't need to dress up much, but he found reasons to regardless. He had on a pair of dark jeans with a t-shirt underneath a green jacket. I could have easily mistaken him for John Mayer with his soft eyes and spiked hair.

"I don't feel like looking into magic mirrors," I grumbled and twirled my hair in my fingertips. I actually hadn't done much since school had started. School work was an easy bore. For the past two months I had done nothing but go to school, come home, do home work, cook, clean up, go to bed, and repeat.

Jas chuckled. "I never said they had to be magical. I just said you need to get out a little. Go hang out with your friends, do things. Actually get out of the house for once."

"I go to school is that not enough for you?" I raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head. "Nope. I gotta go. I'll see 'ya, Kiddo. Go do something you lazy bum." He kissed me on the top of my head before dashing to the front door. I heard the car pull out of the driveway and speed down the road towards town.

Lazy bum. Yeah, I felt like one. Ever since school started I hadn't gone outside. Sure I went to town and school, but I hadn't gone on walks anymore. I didn't take time to go outside and really take in the forest.

I thought jeans, UGG boots and a sweatshirt would cover it. Jeez Louise was I wrong. As I stepped out onto the porch a chill ran up my spine while the autumn wind sliced through me. I shivered and dug my hands into my hoodie. The leaves under my boots crunched and crinkled, my nose filled with the smells of cold air and earth. My hair whipped across my face as the wind blew, trying to tempt me back inside. But I was determined. For whatever reason. I was stubborn and would make myself go into the woods again.

The leaves had fallen off the trees so long ago, making the forest look empty and dark. All you could see was a mixture of gray and brown all around you. My boots left no tracks in the leaves behind me. It was like I never passed through the forest; like I was a ghost. You couldn't hear or see any animals. Most were already hibernating probably. But I knew one animal that didn't hibernate.

I looked for every or any sign that they lived here. Tracks, marks, trails. Anything that would show me that I wasn't dreaming. That one of the wolves actually lived just a little ways away from my backyard.

As I slowed down, reaching the side of the large incline, I felt as if someone was watching me. One of those feelings that you got for instance when you were in a book store. Just looking for a book to read or for an assignment for English. You're searching through the shelves skimming the spines of the books when you feel a pair of eyes on you. You don't turn around and you wait and wait, feeling their stare piercing you. Half the time it turns out to be nothing, but the other half, you look in the corner of your eye to see someone's gaze directly looking back at yours.

I peeked out of the corners of my eyes, but didn't see anything but brown and gray. I swallowed softly and trudged on. My head down to the ground, I kept my ears focused in on everything but the sounds under my feet. The leaves were too loud, blocking out any other noises that I could have heard.

"When you're soaring through the air..." I sang softly to myself as I marched on. "I'll be your solid ground. Take every chance you dare. I'll still be there, when you come back down..when you come back down." Every so often I would look back and forth on either side of me to see if anyone was following me. As I had before, I saw nothing.

I could feel it getting chillier as the day went on. I wasn't sure how far out I was, nor where I was on the mountain. I had only then realized that I didn't have my phone with me. I could picture it back at home in my room, resting on top of my Honers Spanish 2 textbook. Kayla had probably texted me about ten times by now.

A large chill ran through my body, making me stop. It had been about two hours since I left. Two hours of wandering out here with no sign of my wolf. I wanted desperately to go on, but my gut told me to turn around and go home. And so, I did.

Turns out it could have been one of the worst mistakes of my life.

Stephen

I growled at her as she stepped forward.

You wouldn't dare, she threatened back.

If only Flex was here. He probably hasn't changed yet. How lucky was he? I changed early this year, which made me nervous. Tanner, Kelton, Taylor, and even Jackson were the other pack members who had joined me early this winter. We were all waiting anxiously to hear word from Flex who could tell us about Rachel and Ella.

I would if you think about going anywhere near her, I snarled back at Taylor and bared my teeth. I knew she was mad at me because I wasn't following her little 'plan.' Taylor and I were the only two in the pack who hadn't found imprints, let alone love. Tanner imprinted on Ella the day she joined the pack ten years ago. That same year Kelton changed and met Rachel in Canada. When the two moved here our pack embraced them like family. Flex was married many years ago, but when his wife and child died in labor, he decided he would never love again. This left Taylor, Jackson and I. Jackson, the little bastard imprinted on a girl named Mira not long after Rachel and Kelton came. Leaving me and Taylor as the last two without imprints.

In her mind, Taylor believed strongly that her and I should be a couple. I on the other hand disagreed. Strongly. Especially when I imprinted on the little girl in the backyard. That was the year that Taylor began to get more and more jealous. The more often I went to see Emma, the more jealous Taylor became. She finally blew up when I said I was leaving the pack's 'winter home' to stay near Emma's house.

You're not going anywhere, Stephen, you're staying here! she growled.

I shook my head and stood my ground. You're not Flex, you can't tell me what to do. I turned to leave, but felt a sharp pain in my hip, making me yelp and whipped around. Taylor stood snarling only inches from behind me, her teeth bared; the obvious culprits. Kelton growled and stepped closer. He was my best friend out of the pack. He knew what I was going through, and he was very annoyed with Taylor just as much as I was.

He's right, Taylor. You have no charge in what any of us do. Let him go.

He and I made eye contact and I turned once more to leave.

You're going to regret this, Stephen, her voice sneered in my head as I trotted away from the pack. You're going to regret this.