Seth's POV

Oh God, that was close. I'm just lucky my brain likes to pop up with random excuses. But the singing? I think that was way more perilous than revealing The Secret. I will never hear the end of this.

"Seth? You're sitting on the handle of my camera bag," Lynn said with a giggle. I blushed and moved over, and as quickly as I moved, she had her camera out, turned on, and was snapping pictures of the ocean. I looked over her shoulder at her shots, and I was blown away. She made the ocean that I saw every day look like if came from another world.

"Dang…you're good, Lynn," I mumbled. She only grinned and continued to take photos. She got really good shots of the guys on the other side, and after a while, she stopped and went through all of them.

One of her photos gave both of us a heart-attack.

"What in God's name is that?" she inquired about one of the images of the cliff divers. I took the camera and zoomed in to get a better look at what she needed to know. Once I realized what I was looking at, my heart started to race. Flipping back and forth between three photos, you could see Quill and Embry phase from a human to a wolf. Oh. Crap.

"Um, it's…nothing." I deleted the photos swiftly, and I received a good slap on the arm.

"Dude! I liked those," she said with a pout.

"M-My thumb slipped."

"Oh," she mumbled with a shrug. "Oh well. I still got tons of other great shots. Thanks again for taking me here." I nodded my reply, and she lay on her back. I followed her example, and we just stared up at the clouds for a good five minutes.

Every once in a while, I'd sneak a peek at Lynn. She is incredibly beautiful, with a quirky personality to match. It even saddened me a little that she could never know much about me. I would give anything to tell her, even though I've only known her for three or four days. I doubt she even liked me anyway. She probably has a boyfriend in Chicago waiting for her. Or who knows, she's probably already dating one of the guys from Forks High school. I certainly wouldn't be surprised if someone snatched her up already.

She turned on her side, and I had to snap my head up and pray she didn't notice that I was staring at her.

"So since you didn't answer my question earlier, who was following us in the forest?" her question made me want to stand up and cliff dive.

"Just an old buddy of mine. He was trying to freak you out." I couldn't let her know it was Sam, who will surely have my head later.

"Oh. It really freaked me out. You had a look of murder in your eyes!" Lynn joked. I just rolled my eyes and continued staring at the clouds.

She just continued to look at me with a confused expression, and I turned to look at her. Our eyes locked, and I felt as if an explosion went off in my brain. Everything was racing in my head, and puzzle pieces were put together. I forced myself to calm down, and all I could think was:

I think I've just imprinted.

"Oh god no." I stood up and started pacing on the edge of the cliff in an attempt to wipe that thought from my head. But as my luck would have it, the phrase just moved faster and clearer.

"Seth? Are you smoking something I should worry about?" Lynn asked with a giggle. I stopped in my tracks. I wouldn't say that in this moment, I melted, but it was pretty close. That laugh…that laugh was driving me insane. A good, happy insane. I turned back to look at her and shook my head.

"I'm clean, I promise," I winked.

Lynn checked her cell phone and freaked out. "Crap! Aw, crap! My parents are on their way home! If I'm not there before them, I am 100% dead. D-E-A-D, dead!" She gathered all of her stuff and started dashing back to the reservation. I followed behind her, and then figured it's a good time to offer my services.

"Want me to carry you? I can run a hell of a lot faster than you can." She turned and started dashing back to me.

"You're officially my best friend in all of Washington. Let's go!" I took her hand and ran with her to the border line, then smoothly picked her up and broke into a run.

The trip was silent, except for the sound of my feet hitting the forest floor. I didn't bother to watch where I was going; not that it was ever a problem. I just couldn't stop thinking about Lynn. This was totally insane. Totally illogical. Totally impossible. Totally childish, totally crazy. But what about my life WASN'T those things? Ugh, why must genetics get in the way of everything?

I reached the house faster than even I thought was possible. I was breathing heavier than I ever thought I could, but I managed to make myself relax.

"Here…we are…" I said, still wheezing slightly.

"You are my lifesaver!" Lynn exclaimed as I set her on her doorstep. "I can't thank you enough for today. I had so much fun. Thank you, Seth." I just waved it off and caught my breath.

"Same time tomorrow?" She nodded at me, and I continued, "Be sure to wear shoes this time." She stuck her tongue out at me, waved, and went inside the house. She shut the door, and I turned back to the forest.

My God…this is going to be so hindering!

Lynn's POV

I grabbed a granola bar on my trip up to my room. As I hopped up the stairs, I thanked God for Sue Clearwater. Without her, I'd be toast. But the main thought I held with me was:

What scared Seth so much that he deleted those photos?

It must've been something pretty bad. I could swear I saw a pair of wolves in the background, but I had to shake the thought off. It was obviously bad to the point where he didn't want me to know, so I shouldn't attempt to find out. But still…

I dashed to the laptop that was sitting on my already cluttered desk, and I waited for it to boot up. Seconds later, my Desktop appeared and I went straight to the internet. I clicked the search bar and typed in 'Quileute'. The name of Seth's tribe, as it was expressed on the border sign. I scrolled through the sources that Google had presented me with. I clicked a random site and read. Nothing too enlightening there, except for the fact that they were good whalers. I browsed a bit longer, and then came across something odd.

"Werewolves…" I read aloud. Without thinking, I clicked on the website and read hungrily. When I'd reached the bottom of the webpage, I shut the laptop and put my head in my hands. That's impossible. Werewolves didn't exist, and Seth certainly wasn't one of them! Werewolves were evil, man-eating creatures who shifted on full moons and tore apart cities, until they were chased out by peasants with torches ant pitchforks. They feared silver, and they had sharp teeth and tons of hair. Last I checked Seth had none of these.

I stood up and started pacing about. Why in God's name am I even considering this as a real possibility? It's downright stupid. There's no way Seth could be a supernatural being-

"We're home, Lynn!" My thoughts were cut off by my father's booming voice making its way into my room. Shaking my head, I opened my door and went downstairs to help them carry in groceries.

"So how was Port Angeles?" I asked as I shoved a box of Cocoa Puffs and a family bag of chips into one of the cupboards.

"That town is so nice. Lots of interesting shops and things like that. You'd like it there, Lynn," my mother replied as she set eggs in the fridge.

"Cool," I mumbled.

"What did you do all day, kiddo?" my father asked me.

I just shrugged and said something like, "Sat on the computer, read, talked to Chelsea. Stuff like that." I think they caught on to the fact that I had a bit on my mind, because they didn't ask any more questions. We ate dinner, and I raced upstairs after I finished. I shut the door and curled up on my bed.

"Seth Clearwater…" I murmured to myself. It was pretty obvious I wasn't getting any sleep tonight; I'd be too busy analyzing fairy tales.