A/N: Just so you guys know, I changed the rating from K+ to T for language and kissing. It may go up again, but that depends on where the story goes and if I even keep writing it. Enjoy :D
~violet eyed dreamer~
Previously: I was in the same bed I had gone to sleep in, with it's purple blankets and white pillows, but I felt like a completely different person. I had a job to do. A war to plan for. I guess it's time for me to prevent the apocalypse. Oh, joy.
"Kedem? As in The Ancient Tree of Wisdom Kedem?" Julian asked me.
I had immediately requested a meeting with Julian after my dream, not sure how far along everything Kedem had told me was. I hadn't even changed out of my sweatpants and tank top, only thrown my purple robe over my clothes in my hurry.
"Yes. He told me a war was coming, and to tell only you, for the time being." I supplied worriedly.
Julian's eyes widened. "A war? With whom? Isabella, tell me exactly what Kedem told you."
I took a deep breath and tried to remember what he said exactly, which was difficult since my dream was a bit hazy. I started to remember though, and began repeating what he'd said.
"I have brought you here to warn you. A war is coming. If you are not prepared, everything shall be lost and…" I paused, trying to think.
What was it he'd said? It was important, that much I knew, but I couldn't seem to remember.
"Isabella?" Julian's voice brought me out of my searching.
"I'm trying to remember. It's still a bit foggy."
"Take your time." He said gently.
"And the world will fall into darkness." I finished, finally remembering but wishing I hadn't.
"Anything else?" Julian asked, obviously very concerned now.
"Yes, he told me much of what was happening now, and what will come to pass. The Witches of the North prophesized that they would take over the world, with help from allies of course." I hesitated. "Kedem told me… he said I was the only one who could stop it."
Julian smiled softly. "I believe him. Not only because he is the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, but also because you've changed fate before. Because you are stronger in heart and mind than any other I've ever met." his face turned serious as the smile melted away.
"You must resume training immediately. I must tell the council, that is unless Kedem said I should not."
Wow. Nobody had told me anything like that before. Since I had spent three years with him in the Phoenix offices, I had begun to look up to Julian as a sort of uncle. I was glad to know I'd made him proud. I'd have to ask him about the whole 'You've changed fate before' thing, though. I so do not remember that.
I was so lost in thought I nearly forgot he'd asked a question. "No, he only said that I should tell you first, not that you should keep it from the council. There is more, before you leave."
"There is?"
"Kedem supplied me with a list of allies that would be useful."
"Really? I don't think Kedem has ever interfered with destiny this much before." Julian said, even more concerned than before, which was saying something because he was really concerned before.
"The psychics, the sprites, the witches of the south and of the west, and… the vampires."
"The vampires? Is he sure they're faithfulness will not falter?" Julian was no longer concerned, he was now officially worried.
"He told me to be wary of who we trusted, even of those allies I listed." I was equally worried.
"Alright. Unless there is more, I must call a private council meeting. This is big. Very big. Tell the La Push shifters to bring their whole pack here. It may be awhile until we can deal with introducing them and explaining things."
"If I may, I wouldn't mind telling them about the supernatural world and such. I think I can take over for Kuri while he is busy with the war." I requested. Nobody liked Kuri anyway. Plus, there was something about this pack, I don't know what it was but I felt pulled towards them.
"Alright, but do not forget, you must train. If you are to stop the war you must be prepared."
I nodded and turned around, walking out of the meeting room and into the elevator. I headed down to sublevel 4, where the living quarters were. I walked to the white door that had a gold number seven on it, closing the door after I walked in. My blankets and sheets were still tangled, and my closet door was still open.
Ignoring my messy room, I walked straight to my dresser, picking out a red spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans. In the bottom drawer, I found my favorite pair of boots. They were black and knee high, with four inch stiletto heels. I love being a shifter for one simple reason; it makes me graceful and agile. Before I shifted I was extremely klutzy and sports were out of the question. Not anymore!
I slipped on my clothes and boots, and my necklace which my mother gave me not long after I shifted. A silver bullet pendant, on a simple silver chain. It changes shape and size when I shift, fitting perfectly on me in any form. If it weren't for witches, I'd have to carry all my stuff by suitcase. Marissa was kind enough to make the stuff in the dresser somehow transfer to whichever shifter base I was at.
I went into the bathroom, which wasn't very big, to brush my hair and teeth. My dark brown hair, with honey colored highlights, fell to my waist. It used to be super curly, but it became wavy once I shifted, which apparently happens all the time when people first shift. I still wonder how the hell that works out.
I finished brushing both my hair and my teeth, going over to my closet to grab a jacket before leaving. We were in Seattle, after all, it would look kinda weird for me to be walking around in a tank top while others are freezing their asses off. Plus, it was raining (no surprise there) and I didn't particularly want to get soaked. I slid on my black jean jacket, taking my time.
Listening carefully, I heard Billy Black two doors down talking with Sam. I quickly exited my room, being sure to lock it even though that wouldn't do shit against any supernatural creature. It simply made me feel better. I walked over to room nine and knocked.
"It's me, Bella." I said in a normal voice. I knew Sam could hear me.
The door opened and I saw Sam standing there. "We need to talk." I said before he could get a word in.
He moved out of the way and I walked into the forest themed room. Everything was green or brown. I walked towards the end of the room before turning around to face the two men.
"Something… bad has happened and Julian needs the entire council, so Kuri, who was going to tell you all about the supernatural stuff, isn't available, so I'm going to instead."
"What kind of bad?" Billy asked, his brows furrowed.
"I can't say that yet. Part of what I'm going to tell you is the council rules. Until then, anything you don't already know is classified. By the way, Sam, you need to get the whole pack down here. Marissa can come up with a cover story, she's really good at that. I can't start the teaching without the students."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Students? I'm older than you, and so is half the pack."
"Doesn't mean your smarter." I smirked at him. "Anyway, you can leave the building, just not the city. If either of you would like a tour of the building while I'm here, I'd be happy to show you around."
"A tour would be good, thanks." Billy said.
"Alright. Do you want to get Harry and Quil too?" I was pretty sure Harry was still kind of mad at me, but he'd get over it.
"Sure, sure." Billy nodded.
All three of us walked out of the room, Billy walking over to room eight and Sam to room ten. Harry agreed, but Quil said he'd rather not. While they were asking I called Marissa.
"Hello"
"Hey, it's me, Izzy."
"Hey, what's up? How's the whole, Native American wolf pack thingy going?"
"Uh, it's okay. I need to ask you a favor."
She paused for a moment. "Fine."
"Can you come up with a cover story for the rest of the La Push wolf pack so they can come up here? I need to go over the rules and stuff with them."
"Okay, I guess. What am I getting them out of?"
"School."
A sigh could be heard from the other end of the line. "I hate getting people out of school. I always have to make up some random uncle or something and have them die."
"Well, it can't be a family member. The reservation is small. It's an everybody knows everybody kinda place."
"I'll come up with something."
"Thanks Rissa."
"I'll text you when it's done. Bye." She hung up.
"Alright then," I said to the three men, smiling, "Off we go."
I showed them the first four sublevels, the other god knows how many lower levels were classified for them, and the ones even lower than that were classified for me.
The first sublevel was shops, which surprised them. It's not like you could get a robe at Wal-Mart.
"Maggie's is the robe shop," I pointed out a purple and white vertical-striped door that said Maggie's Robe and Clothes Shop in a crazy looking font. "We should go there now, actually. Your pack will all need robes."
Sam looked slightly uncomfortable. "Do we have to pay for them?"
I chuckled slightly. "The first one for each person is free, but if they lose it then, yes, you'll have to buy another one. It's like a library card."
He relaxed slightly, and we walked out of Maggie's later with eight purple robes, one for each pack member.
"Why does your robe have gold edging?" Harry asked curiously, noticing the pack's robes were trimmed in black.
"It's because I can shift into any animal. The council says it's my 'gift' and they want it to show that I'm special." I scoffed slightly.
"And you don't want it to show?" Harry asked. I could feel all three men's eyes on me, prying. I just shrugged.
"Gimme a sec and I'll get Nani to take those down to your room." I changed the topic of conversation as I pointed out the robes Sam was carrying . I wasn't going to tell them my little sob story, not yet anyway.
Nani stepped out of the elevator a few seconds later. "I'll take those. Room six and rooms eleven through seventeen, right?"
She took the robes and walked away before I could tell her to put them in rooms eleven through eighteen. Oh well, Nani usually knew what to do. The La Push men looked at me for answers, now expecting the unusual. I grinned slightly at them.
"Nani's a psychic. She has precognition." The three men all gave me blank stares. "She can see the future." I simplified.
They were all shocked, once again.
After they got over themselves, I took them to Victor's Diner, which had possibly the best food ever. I came here when I visited with my mother and we were shocked at how amazing it was. We all sat down in a booth, the guys looking slightly uncomfortable. To the left of us were a group of pixies, to the right a few witches. I guess they weren't used to the whole 'you aren't the only freaks' thing.
Victor came out from the kitchen, walking up to our table. Victor was fifty-something year old psychic, with short light brown hair and impeccable cooking skills.
"Isabella!" he practically shouted, but it was just his usually loud voice. He opened his arms for a hug.
"Victor." I smiled and hugged him. "It's been too long."
"Yes, it has. Who might your friends be?"
"The elders of the native American tribe in La Push, Washington. They have a pack of wolf pups."
"Hey!" Sam interrupted, looking insulted. Oops.
"He's the alpha pup." I told Victor, who looked quite amused.
"Well, you're all very welcome here." He smiled warmly at them. "Now, does anyone want anything in particular?"
One look at their faces (which all easily read Huh?) told me they had no idea what he was talking about.
"Victor's a psychic, but his gift is knowing what people should, or want to, eat."
"So, you know what we want before we order?" Sam asked, still confused. I shook my head as Victor explained.
"It's more like I know what you want before you do. In fact, I know what you want better than you do."
"Well, go surprise us." I said, shoeing him to the kitchen.
About a half an hour later, he came back with our food. On Harry's plate was fish fry, his favorite. Billy got the same. Sam got a giant Mediterranean salad, and when I say giant, I mean whale-sized! That thing could feed a family of five! I understood why he had so much, all shifters needed to eat a ton.
I got a grilled cheese sandwich. If truth be told, I actually got four grilled cheese sandwiches. But, you know. Same difference. It may seem childish, but I absolutely love grilled cheese. And the best grilled cheese I've ever had came from Victor. So I was pretty excited. Next to my grilled cheese, Victor placed a bottle of ketchup. I grinned widely up at him.
"Thanks Victor, you're the best." Never have a grilled cheese sandwich without ketchup. It was my number four rule. I'll get to the other three later.
Picking at his fingernails in a very girly fashion, Victor replied, "I know. I can't help it."
I couldn't help but laugh. Victor was as far from vain as you could get.
"Alright, eat up. It's on the house." Before I could decline his generous offer, he cut me off. "No buts. Or I'll take your ketchup."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You wouldn't dare!" I teased. He just laughed as he walked back to the kitchen, thankfully without the ketchup bottle.
The boys had all already dug into their food. I was amazed at Sam's ability to eat so fast, even for a shifter. He was nearly halfway done in the few minutes I had been talking to Victor.
"Quit wolfing your food, you're gonna choke." I scolded him as I smacked his arm. Then I realized I'd said 'don't wolf your food' to a wolf. We both chuckled. He choked a little.
"Told you." I have to remember to try and stay on his good side. That evil alpha glare was freaking me out.
"Come on, lets continue the tour." I said once we'd finished. I showed them a few of the other stores, like There and Back Again which was the bookstore. They were fascinated with the section about the histories of the inhuman races. I got bored fast. To me, that was the reference section. Eventually I dragged them all out and shoved them into the elevator.
The next level was the council conference room and a few file rooms. While we were there I had Sam fill out some forms, because every shifter that the council knows exists must be registered, in case they go rouge someday or get killed. He filled out some for the rest of the pack, too.
While we were waiting for Sam to finish filling out the forms, I got Marissa's text.
Cover story finished, the school was called. Paul is one of the pack members.
His secret girlfriend who lives in Seattle died. Car crash. So tragic.
The rest of the pack is going to go to Seattle with him. You owe me.
-Rissa
I smiled as I read it.
"Billy, you can call the pack and tell them to come here. The cover story is in place."
"What's the cover story?"
"Paul's secret girlfriend died in a car crash. The whole pack is coming up for the funeral." He looked at me with a face that said seriously? "It's all we can do on short notice."
"I can't really picture Paul as a one-woman kinda man. He's not that type of guy. Not that I know of, anyway." Sam said, chuckling slightly.
I rolled my eyes. "Well, it'll have to do for now."
Billy called while we waited for Sam to finish the papers, then we continued the tour.
Sublevels three and four were the living quarters. I explained how most rooms were more like hotel rooms, except for the first five. They were reserved for council members, in case of emergency.
After showing them underground, I took them back up to the ground floor.
"Most people know the Thornton building as a huge art museum. It has hundreds of paintings, sculptures, and other kinds of artwork." I explained as we walked out of the elevator. "Well, my tour ends here. You can look around upstairs if you'd like." I smiled slightly at they're faces, they looked so overwhelmed it was a little funny.
"I think I'll just go back to my room. Call me when the pack gets here." Billy walked back into the elevator, which I just now realized had a sign next to it that said EMPLOYEES ONLY. Huh.
"I think I'm coming with you, Billy." Harry said, following him into the elevator.
"So, uh, how…." Harry trailed off as they stood in the elevator.
"Just press the button and think of what floor you want to be on." I explained.
The doors closed and the elevator could be heard moving down, though that was probably my shifter super hearing. I turned back around towards Sam, who hadn't said much since the file room.
"So…"
"So what do you do for fun around here?" He asked me.
I shrugged. "Honestly? I've only been here once before. I only know where things are because each shifter-base thing has the same basic layout. And because I have photographic memory. Normally I'd just chill in the bookstore."
"Well, do you, uh, do you want to show me how you, um, shift?" I decided stuttering Sam was very funny.
"Sure, Sammy, but we'll have to go back downstairs." I grinned at the look on his face when I called him Sammy.
"Sammy?" he said, as if testing the name out. "My name's Sam."
"Whatever, Sammy." I said, emphasizing his new nickname.
For the second time that day, I was on the receiving end of the evil alpha glare. This time I just laughed.
He followed me into the elevator. The doors closed and I pressed the red 'fire' button once again.
"We have to go to sublevel five, which I didn't show you guys. Not much to show anyway."
The doors opened again, revealing a huge, mostly empty room. It was the training room, complete with mats and training dummies. The whole floor was one big room, if you exclude the shower and locker rooms.
"What is this place for?" Sam asked, stepping into the room while looking around. I followed him, looking around as well.
"Shifting, practicing magic and psychic powers, stuff like that." I glanced at him. "Do you mind, uh, turning around so I can shift?"
"Oh, right. Sorry." I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw a faint blush as he turned towards the elevator door, which was now closed.
I quickly took off my clothes, I was definitely feeling weird about stripping right behind some guy I barely know. I leaned forward as I shifted, making it easier for my forelegs to land on the ground. Using my nose, I nudged him. He turned around to see me in my lioness form.
It was my favorite and most comfortable form, probably because it was what I first shifted into. I loved everything about this form, from my short golden fur to the rough pads on my feet.
He didn't say anything for a while, just looking at me. It wasn't creepy, it more like he was getting to know me by how I acted through my shifted form. Plus, he's probably never seen a real lion before. Eventually, he spoke.
"Is it weird that I kind of feel like attacking you? I think it's because you're a lion and I'm a wolf. Canines and felines don't really mix well." Sam pondered.
I laughed, which sounded like coughing since I was in my lioness form. I shifted into my wolf form, where I had dark grey fur with two black stripes going down my side. Sam had seen me in this form before, but I didn't want his wolf side to attack me in my lioness form.
Sam walked up to me, carefully petting my head. I grinned a wolfy grin at him. Just then his phone rang. Moving his hand and stepping away, he answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam, It's Jacob. We're here at the Thornton building, This place is freaking huge, man."
"Where are you, exactly?"
"The lobby. You gonna come take us to the bat cave?"
I gave a wolfy chuckle at that, and Sam grinned up at me.
"I'll be there in a sec. Don't let Quil touch anything, or he's paying for it." On that cheery note, he hung up.
"I'll turn around so you can, uh, yeah." He mumbled, turning around.
I shifted back into my human form, quickly dressing. Everything was all happy and dandy until my boot zipper decided to get stuck.
"Friggin' boot. If you were alive, I'd so kick your ass." I muttered, glaring at the boot while trying to fix it. It took another minute and several more threats before the zipper decided cooperating would be in it's best interest. Finally managing to do so, I stood up only to see Sam holding back laughter.
"What! It was being unreasonable. Lets go."
He shook his head at me as we stepped into the elevator. Once on the ground floor, we stepped out of the elevator. I could feel my eyes widen slightly as I took in the seven tall, very good looking men. They were all holding duffel bags, some of them holding two. I didn't have to scent them to know they were the shifters. Sam and I walked over to them.
"Jacob." Sam nodded to him. I guess he's the second in command.
I could feel all their eyes on me, so I took that as a sign to introduce myself.
"I'm Isabella, you can call me Bella."
"I'm Jacob, if you couldn't guess." Jacob said and smiled at me. "This is Paul," who nodded, "Jared," who gave a small wave, "Quil," who winked, "Seth," who smiled innocently, "Embry, and Leah."
I didn't even look at anyone else. I couldn't. I was looking at him, and only him And not just looking, but really seeing. I knew in that moment that I had imprinted on the most handsome man in the entire universe, the man who had suddenly become my entire universe.
Embry.
Short black hair, the kind of hair you have to restrain yourself from running your fingers through. Deep brown eyes, the kind that you could get lost in for hours and not want to find your way out. High cheekbones, the kind that belong solely on male models. Round lips, the kind that make you forget where you are when you kiss them. Strong jaw, the kind that you think would look awkward on a boyish face, but has the exact opposite effect. Russet skin, the kind that is so smooth that you have to hold back from sliding your fingers over it.
And that was only how he looked.
He smelled like freshly cut grass and the forest after it rains, the two different scents mixing together to form an amazing, unique scent that was like my personal aphrodisiac. I could hear his heartbeat, which was pumping in the exact same rhythm as mine.
Suddenly, I wanted to touch him. To feel his undoubtedly soft skin, to run my fingers over his flowing features. I wanted to kiss those lips, to taste this man who had unknowingly lit a fierce, passionate fire in places in my heart and soul that I didn't even know existed.
Embry.
I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help it. And hey, he was staring right back. God, those eyes, they were like melted dark chocolate, like warm coffee on a cold winter morning, like that feeling you get when you're warm and safe in your bed. Like going home.
Someone, namely Sam, cleared their throat loudly, breaking the silence that had fallen, and the trance both Embry and I had been in. We both looked toward him, while everyone was still glancing between Embry and me.
Once my head had gained a small amount of clarity, I realized what just happened. Oh god, oh my god, I just imprinted. Holy crap. Holy mother of-
What if he doesn't know what imprinting is? I turned back to look at Embry as I continued my internal panic attack. What if I'm not what he expected… What if I'm not what he wants? The thought alone nearly made me wince. No, he can't not want me, right? It's imprinting, he's my soul mate. You can't get that wrong. Well, there's always a first for everything… Bad Bella! Don't think like that. You're worrying yourself over nothing. Talk to him, you idiot!
"Nice to meet you all." I said, surprising myself with how normal I sounded.
I didn't stop staring at Embry as I spoke, even though I was addressing the whole group. I could feel the imprint bond between us, pulling me towards him, telling me he's my mate and that I should let him claim me. Of course, my human side told me to keep my clothes on for now, at least in while in public.
Sam cleared his throat again, thankfully before I started fantasizing. I looked over at him. He was smiling like he just learned the biggest secret, but the rest of the pack seemed to have no idea.
"Right." I stated, shaking my head to clear it. "I need you in two groups of four, you won't all fit on the elevator at once."
"We could just take the stairs." Jared… or maybe Paul suggested.
I grinned slightly. "The stairs don't go down."
Sam split them up easily, with no complaints. I took the first group, which was Paul, Seth, Quil, and Jacob, into the elevator.
"Hey, Sammy, you know how this thing works, right?"
Right after I said 'Sammy,' we all heard a low growl that could only be from Embry. Everyone looked really surprised, but I was sort of expecting it. Me calling Sam a pet name meant that he was a possible threat to Embry. I didn't really care why he'd growled at the moment, I was too busy trying to restrain myself from jumping him right there on the marble floor. God, it's been two minutes and I'm already going crazy.
"Yeah, I think I got it." Sam said after a few moments of silence.
Great, Bella. You managed to make it super awkward in, what, the first five minutes? Super job.
I quickly pressed the red button. Sublevel three, I thought, and we started moving down. The numbers above the door descended slowly.
"So, uh, how do you know Sam?" Seth asked, looking innocent. Kid was absolutely adorable.
"We met yesterday when I asked him to bring the council of your tribe here."
"Are you two having…?" Quil trailed off, earning glares from the other three men.
The doors opened, and I answered as we stepped out. "No. Just out of curiosity, do you happen to know what imprinting is?" I turned towards them.
Jacob answered. "Yeah, it's in the legends of our tribe. When a wolf finds his-"
"Or her." Seth interjected.
"-soul mate." Jacob finished.
I relaxed slightly. So Embry did know. Well, that's one less thing to worry about.
"Were you that girl at the airport? And, not to be rude or anything, but who are you exactly? I mean, I got your name, but what exactly do you do?" Paul asked.
"Yeah, that was me. And I do a lot of stuff. Mostly stuff for the council." I saw Jacob about to ask what I meant, so I quickly cut him off.
"I'll explain everything in a while. Each of you should pick a room, any room between twelve and seventeen, and that'll be yours for as long as you stay here, okay?"
The four of them each picked rooms as the second load of people arrived. I turned around and instructed them to do the same.
"Hey, um, Embry? Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked hesitantly. I knew we imprinted, but still, I barely knew anything about him other than his name and his extremely good looks. And smell. And probably taste…
"Yeah, sure." he replied, looking a little nervous and breaking me out of my thoughts.
If I thought he smelled good, his voice was a thousand times better. Oh my god, I think I've become obsessed with him. I could feel everyone's eyes on us as I led him towards my room. I was really glad that the walls were soundproofed so they couldn't hear our conversation. We both walked into my very empty looking room, with my very large bed in the middle. The urge to jump him just got a lot stronger.
I heard the door close behind me and I turned around to face him. Looking up at him, I now realized he was about 6'3, tall compared to my 5'6.
"Right, so um. We just…" I trailed off, trying to figure out how to say it right. Oh, screw it. "We imprinted on each other."
He nodded, making his bangs move slightly. That hair was so tempting, I really wanted to run my fingers through it.
"Are you a… shape shifter?" he asked.
I nodded, and he tilted his head to the side, as if trying to see me from a different angle. We stood in silence for a few minutes, just looking at each other, learning. Finally, he broke the quiet.
"You were the girl we saw at the airport, when we were waiting for Emily."
"Yeah, I guess. Who's Emily?"
"Sam's imprint." he supplied simply.
"What's your full name?" I asked.
"Embry Call." I smiled as I heard it.
Maybe, one day, that will be my last name. Isabella Call. I like the sound of that, I thought. Stop it, Bella! You're acting like a teenage girl. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I am a teenage girl.
"Embry Call." I said, trying the name out on my tongue. "It suits you."
I thought I saw him blush. "What's your full name?"
"Isabella Marie Swan."
"Swan, huh?" he asked, looking curious.
"Uh huh. Charlie Swan's daughter."
"Charlie? Like the Forks Police Department sheriff Charlie?" he is eyes widened slightly.
"The one and only."
"Jacob told me that Charlie said you were moving back, and that you guys used to be friends. He sounded really excited to see you."
"I don't remember much of the time I spent in Forks as a kid, just lots of rain." I frowned slightly at that. "When did you first shift?"
"Um, I think I phased around January." he told me.
"This year?" I was a little shocked he had as much control as he did.
"Yeah. Is that weird?"
"A little. Most shifters first shift around thirteen or fourteen."
"Oh." he said, looking surprised. "Most of the pack phased in the past year or so."
"Huh. I'll have to look into that." I definitely needed to start a file on the wolf pack.
"So, um, is there anything that needs to be cleared up? I mean, we imprinted on each other. I'm not really sure what to do. There's never been a double imprint in my pack before." he admitted.
I smiled softly at him. "Don't worry about it. I'm just as confused as you are, but I think we can make this work. Just, take it slow, get to know each other."
Embry nodded, agreeing. "Yeah."
There was a short silence that neither of us knew how to fill. We just stared at each other, and I was unable to look away from his gaze.
"Your eyes are beautiful." He blurted out. "I can't believe I just said that."
"I think your beautiful, too." I knew I was blushing, and I think he was too. I couldn't really tell, but if he was, his skin hid it much better than mine.
Before my mind could register it, he took a step towards me, closing the distance between us. I looked up at him, his gorgeous lips only inches away. He placed his hands gently on each side of my face, caressing me slightly. Then he leaned down, eyes closing, and kissed me.
My eyes shut of their own accord. We kissed slowly, like we had all the time in the world, like we weren't strangers but lovers. I felt his tongue swipe swiftly across my bottom lip pleading for entrance, which I granted. The kiss became more intense, more passionate and urgent. Our tongues fought for dominance, dancing together as we explored each other's mouths. My hands found their way into his silky hair, as his slid down to my hips, pulling me towards him.
We pulled back to breathe, and I took a quick breath before kissing and nipping my way down his neck. He tilted his head to the side and moaned softly as I nipped him right under his jaw.
"We should stop." he murmured, not sounding at all like he actually wanted to stop.
"Mmhmm." I hummed as I continued kissing down his neck, placing a gentle kiss on his Adams apple. I had no intention of stopping.
I felt his hands slide under my shirt, gently running them up my back and around my hips, then retracing that path. I sucked on the side of his neck, and a small hickey formed. I bit it lightly it, causing Embry's breath to hitch, before soothing it with my tongue. He moved his head down to reach my ear, nibbling on the lobe while his hand moved the light fabric of my v-neck t-shirt aside. His mouth moved from my ear to my neck, working his way down to my shoulder.
My hands found their way to the hem of his shirt. I began tugging it up, hoping he would get the picture. He leaned back and I instantly felt the loss. I quickly helped him out of his shirt, nearly drooling at the sight of his abs. This man will be the death of me.
I ran my hands across his chest, down to his abs. I placed soft kisses where my hands had traveled, but before I could finish Embry pulled me back up, reconnecting our lips. My hands reached around his neck, one holding me firmly against him as his tongue attacked my mouth, the other playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. I gasped as I felt his hands slide over my jean-covered bottom, down to my thighs, pulling me up.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning as his hands squeezed my butt. He tugged at my shirt, trying to pull it off without breaking our kiss-
The door swung open, and Embry and I quickly stopped kissing, both our heads turning to look at the intruder. A very cocky looking Quil stepped in, but the smirk on his face fell instantly once he spotted us. It was then that I realized what we must look like. Embry was shirtless and his hair was messy. I had my shirt half-off my shoulder and halfway up my stomach. My hair was messy, and my legs were currently wrapped around Embry (which I had no problem with). On the bright side, I was covering Embry's… problem, you could call it.
"Uh…" was all Quil managed to squeak out.
He'd left the door open, unfortunately, and suddenly the whole pack was standing there. Both Embry and I were beet red, and even with his dark skin you could tell he was blushing. Two seconds of extremely awkward silence followed.
"Get out!" Embry shouted, and the pack scrambled past each other to leave as quickly as possible. When Quil turned back before he left to take another peek, I growled menacingly. I blinked and my eyed turned a fierce orange-red color. Quil practically flew out of the room, the door slamming behind him. I blinked and my eyes turned back to their normal chocolate color.
More silence.
Turning very slowly towards Embry, I mumbled, "Talk about a bad first impression."
When I finally met his eyes, the lust I had been feeling earlier returned full force. I bit my lip. Now was so not the time.
"I should probably…" I trailed off, making a gesture with my hand saying 'put-me-down-before-I-start-sexually-assaulting-you'.
"Uh, right. Yeah." he mumbled, reluctantly. Apparently I wasn't the only comfy one. I slid down his body until my feet hit the floor, causing him to groan.
I quickly fixed my shirt as he slipped his back on.
"Well. Uh, hmm. This is a little awkward." I said. Embry chuckled.
"The imprint pull is really strong."
"Yeah. That's why we…"
"Definitely."
"Uh huh. Totally."
We both knew that it wasn't just the imprint. I mean, Embry isn't just good-looking. The way he acts and talks is different. He doesn't seem to know he's very attractive, which makes him even cuter. And, not to be vain or anything, but I've been told I'm not half bad myself. God. How am I going to stop myself from taking this relationship too fast?
"Well, you should go get a room. Number six is probably the only one left open." I was silently thanking Nani. She knew I would imprint, and that I would want him close.
"Okay, thanks. I'll uh, see you in a minute then."
I nodded and watched him leave. I could already feel the dull ache in my chest that I had heard about from other imprinted shifters.
Embry POV
Oh, Jesus. The last few minutes have been the best and worst of my life. After Bella called me beautiful, I just sort of lost control of my body. I kissed her, and damn if it wasn't the best kiss I've ever had. Not that I have much experience in that area, but still. It was pretty mind-blowing.
I knew it wasn't a good idea to keep going, but since Bella didn't force me off, it was a hopeless cause. I would do anything she wanted, and at that particular moment, it was pretty easy to see what exactly she wanted.
Just when things started getting heated, Quil bursts into the room. Fucking Quil! It wasn't like me to go so far with a girl so soon, but Bella just called to me. Maybe it was the imprint, maybe it was her overall hotness, either way. I needed her so bad. Then Quil burst in, and the rest of the pack decided to watch the show. Just fucking great!
I walked to my room through the door that connected mine and Bella's room. Thank god. I couldn't face the pack right now.
The room was themed, with everything, including the queen-sized bed, in a different shade of red or grey. On the bed was a metallic purple robe, which I put in the closet before flopping down on the bed. It was very comfy. I closed my eyes, trying to sort out all the different thoughts in my head.
Holy shit, I thought, I'm imprinted.
My mind sort of went blank then, like a tv when the station's static. I couldn't make my brain function right. Those words kept repeating over and over in my head.
Well, fuck. What do I do now?
IMPORTANT A/N: I know I said I was going to post, and I didn't. BUT this chapter is 18 pages! It really should be three chapters.
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