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Squinting at the setting sun, I toss my long blonde hair over my shoulder and lean back on my hands, feeling them sink into the sand as I tilt my head to one side.

"Hey."

I look up just as Embry plops down beside me, a huge grin on his face as he wraps an arm around me, his warmth immediately radiating into my skin.

"Hey!" I grin, dropping my head toward his shoulder. "What're you doing?"

"Came to see you, obviously." He chuckles and leans into me, effectively warming all of me while I inhale deeply and sigh, finding myself suddenly at peace.

"Jane?" I hum in reply, tossing my arm over one of his legs and taking his hand in mine, the weight of it forcing them both to fall into his lap.

"I was thinking..." His other hand moves to cover mine in his lap, and I hear him take a deep breath. "...what do you think about moving here? So you're closer."

I move my head so I'm able to look up at him, my forehead creasing only slightly. "Port Angeles isn't really that far, Embry."

"No, I know..." Suddenly he turns in the sand, sitting cross-legged and facing towards me. He lets go of my hand, reaches forward and pulls me into his lap, wrapping both arms tightly around me. "I just want you to be closer than that. Like, all the time."

I smile weakly, leaning into his chest and setting my cheek on his collarbone. "I thought you agreed to take things slow..."

I feel his lips press to my temple for a fleeting moment while his arms tighten around me. "C'mon Jane... you know wolves don't move slow..."

At his last word the calm of the ocean is gone and I'm surrounded by darkness, the word 'wolves' ringing in my ears as I move in slow circles, my heart beginning to race.

"Embry?!"

A twig snaps in the distance and I spin around, coming face to face with the muzzle of an enormous wolf. I take a step back, a sharp inhale entering my lungs as it bares its teeth and snaps loudly in my direction.

My eyes open wide and I sit bolt upright in bed, my legs completely tangled in the sheets. Panting from the high of the dream, I set a hand to my forehead and exhale, shaking my head slightly.

Thinking for a moment, I recall the dream. Embry knew my name, my real name... the beach... wolves? I sit stalk still, the meaning finally coming to me.

"Oh my god."

I scramble out of bed, nearly tripping over the covers as I run from my bedroom to the front door, grabbing my phone off of the entry table and yanking the charger out of it. As I walk back to my room, I open my contacts and sift through for his number. Opening iMessage, I pause for a few moments, thinking of what to say.

I just had a dream about you.

I hit send without thinking. It's 3:27am... would he even respond? The message could provoke any number of responses. Less than a minute passes before three dots appear, signaling that he received my message.

You did?

I huff slightly, finding myself annoyed. Is it at him, or myself? I decide to be straightforward and get my point across.

You're a werewolf, aren't you?

I tap send as I climb back into bed, pulling my knees up to my chest. How could I have been so stupid? How could I forget that nearly everyone on that reservation had that gene? I watch as the three dots appear and disappear. Appear and disappear. Appear and disappear. Finally, I shake my head and begin typing.

Please never come near me again.

I hit send, then maneuver through to his contact information. Scrolling down, I tap 'Block This Caller' before dropping my phone onto my blankets and setting my face in my hands, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. How could I let this happen?