Chapter 3 Part I- The Imprint

Jane's POV

Wow. As if my life wasn't bad enough with Bella screaming in my face for simply shaking Renesmee's hand, Jacob shaking for the same reason, and Edward scowling at me, the wolves were coming.

I was scared; I think that was why Edward had stopped scowling at me and was staring at me with the same confused look as Jasper. I was supposed to be the dangerous psychopath and I was terrified of a bunch of overgrown dogs. When Bella was done yelling, mostly due to Alice's scolding and Jasper's influence, I slunk away to think. It was in the woods, left to my thoughts on this unique predicament, when a group of wolves skulked out of the trees a few yards away. I jumped up in surprise and their heads snapped to the side to study me.

The dog in front was one of the largest with fur as black as pitch. His head was raised in an almost snobby way, with his nose in the air. Sam. The group of wolves in a tight V-formation behind him looked like they were ready for a fight at any minute. There were two wolves in the back who appeared to be dragging their feet. One was a dull grey color while the other was silver with white markings. They were the only ones who were not watching me carefully. They had their faces directed to the ground.

One wolf let out a playful bark, one of the smallest in the group, and the black wolf growled. I ran toward the house, where Edward was standing in the front yard with Renesmee on his lap. The two of them looked at me strangely, Renesmee lifted her hand, reaching for my face. I strode up to Edward and Renesmee replayed my show of running through the yard, looking petrified, again in my head. I shook my head and took a deep breath to compose myself before I said, "The wolves are here."

I escaped into the sanctuary of the Cullen Manor, where Alice was sitting on the couch, looking distant. Her eyes were glazed over and her hand was outstretched toward Esme's good vase on the table beside the couch, as if she had been reaching for it before she was pulled into a vision. I went to her, shaking her shoulder to try to bring her back to the present. "Alice? Alice? Alice!" I called.

She shook her head and looked up at me. She jumped up and held my arms to my sides. Shock coursed through me, keeping me frozen in place. "What, Alice?" I questioned worriedly.

"Jane..." she started.

"What, Alice, what did you see?" I demanded.

"Someone is going to break the glass wall," was her only reply.

"Wha..." I was interrupted by the front door crashing open. I don't know what I expected. Maybe I thought a huge wolf was barging in. Whatever the case, I definitely did not expect a group of tall russet-skinned men, and one woman, to come into the house. They looked human. Their smell suggested otherwise. I crinkled my nose.

"Hey, Alice," one boy, younger than most but older than a few of them bounded over to Alice, enveloping Alice and brushing me to the side inconspicuously.

"Heya, Seth," Alice's words were cheerful but her tone was of perplexed boredom. I recognized Sam of the group, and Jacob was standing among them with Renesmee in his arms.

Seth placed Alice on the ground and stood with his pack. I kept my eyes cast at their feet, trying to keep my fear hidden while also watching them for any sign of attack.

"Jane," Alice began, "this is the pack."

I was forced, out of my polite nature, to look up in acknowledgment. They growled under their breath at the redness of my eyes but made no move to hurt me. I looked at each of their faces, noticing that they ranged from early teens to mid-twenties. The man and woman in the back were staring at the ground, appearing to be very angry and in pain.

"It's nice to meet you all," I gave a very small smile. "My name is Jane."

"Jane, this is Embry, Seth, Quil, Jared, Brady, Collin, Brian, Joseph, Morgead, Mingan, Leah, and Paul," Sam introduced. For each person mentioned, one of the wolves waved at me, except for the last two people. Sam apparently noticed this as well because he glared at the people in the back. "Paul, Leah, don't be rude."

The beautiful girl with chin-length, black hair and dark brown eyes looked up at me and waved without a smile.

The man was good-looking as well, and coming from a vampire that was almost shocking since I had seen the beautiful immortals of every century. His skin was bronzed, like the others, but his black hair was slightly longer and in a ponytail. His arms were brawny, not as big as Emmett but close to it. He wore a Guns and Roses t-shirt and cut of jean shorts. When he looked up, I got a glimpse of forest green eyes. He nodded to me in greeting but stopped short once my eyes met his. Several different emotions ran through his face: shock, disbelief, love, caring, anger, and finally hate. Full blown, uncensored, unadulterated hate.

Things went bad after that.

"No," he murmured in a whisper. "No."

He shook so hard it looked like he was vibrating in place. Then, suddenly, Paul was no longer there. In his place was a mammoth wolf, bigger than Sam was in his wolf form. His fur was silver with white markings but his eyes remained the same forest green. In those eyes were even more emotions: anger, betrayal, sadness, and pain.

He lunged at me and I didn't have time to move. He hit me head-on. The force of the impact sent me flying through the glass wall, shattering it into billions of pieces. I landed on the forest floor a few yards from the house. When I looked up, it was back into the eyes of the beast as he followed through for a second attack.