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I had been running for about an hour, and I was finally out of the Washington state; I was in Canada! I stopped running finally, and I looked around. Pine trees. Ugh. They smelled to . . . fresh.
I gazed around, and I laughed.
"There's no way they would have followed me to Canada. There dogs." I muttered to myself.
"Oh, so now your making fun of us?" a deep, husky voice asked.
Eek. So did not see that coming. I turned around slowly to see Jacob, Seth and three other boys standing there with there hands on there hips.
"What the heck?!" I screamed at them. "Your suppose to stay hidden! That's what happens in the movies!"
Jacob snorted, well the others, expect Seth, laughed at me. "Sorry, but this is no movie." he guffawed.
"Oh, go sell your fur on Ebay." I scoffed. "I don't want to hear it."
One of the other boys laughed again and said, "But we can't; Sam wouldn't let us."
I was suddenly confused. If they were going to kill me, why wouldn't they do it fast?!
"Your now probably wondering why we aren't about to kill you." another one of the boys said.
"You took the words right out of my head, mind reader." I told him, a tiny bit of acid in my tone.
"I'm no Edward," the boy laughed again, his laughed was loud, like a booming loud speaker.
"Anyways," Jacob continued. "We're not going to kill you."
Yet. I finished mentally in my mind.
"We can't," Jacob said, though his voice was hiding something. "For two reasons."
"What are they?" I asked softly, all of the sourness in my voice was gone.
"One, Rachel's fine. You drained the venom, kind of like what Edward did for Bella when she was human." Jacob admitted. "And two, Seth's imprinted on you, like I imprinted on Nessie."
"Wait . . . what?" I asked stupidly.
Jacob sighed impatiently. "Listen, when us werewolves imprint, it's because the person we imprint on has the best chance of making bigger, and better little werewolves."
"Like genetic over ride." I murmured.
"Exactly." Jacob said, smiling. "Your not so stupid after all."
Seth growled. "Shut up, Jacob."
The boy who had laughed at my "mind reader" comment sighed. "Seth, cool it."
"All of you just, be quiet for a second." I murmured, though my body was just about out of function.
Imprinted? Was that what I had felt when Seth had looked at me the first time we had met? That courage that his gaze seemed to give me? That warm fuzzy feeling? But this couldn't be happening to me . . . of all people. Really. Me?
Jacob and his friends waited for a bit, until I managed to get the mangled words out of my mouth. "Seth . . . . imprinted . . . me?"
"Imprinted on you." Seth corrected as he flashed a smile at me.
Oh boy. . . .
My world began spinning uncontrollably into blackness, until I had realized I had fainted.
