Falling for Brady: An Imprint's Story

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Bonfire

"Leslie, where are you going tonight?" my mother asked me, as she walked into my room and sat at the edge of my full size bed.

I sat in front of the vanity mirror fixing my hair, afraid to face my mother. I held the brush in my hand as I thought of a believable 'lie' that would not raise suspicion. "Umm, well- I was invited to spend the weekend at Haliee's house. She invited me this morning at school. Other friends are going to be there too." I mumbled, running the brush through my recently straightened hair.

It wasn't a total lie. I was going to stay at Haliee's house for the night, but I was also going to the bonfire to see Brady. I felt bad for lying and being deceitful, but it was necessary. I was part of a world that I thought only existed in dreams and legends. I needed to keep Brady's secret from her.

"Oh, I just love Haliee! I love her British accent." my mother exclaimed, satisfied with my answer. "You should invite her over next weekend. You can make her more English cucumber sandwiches or that Chicken dish we saw in the Food Channel." she said, getting on her feet and walking to where I was. She took the brush from my hand and quietly ran it through my hair.

"You mean the Chicken Tikka Masala?" I asked, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

My mother nodded her head. "Yes, that's the one." she mumbled, placing the brush on the small table and taking my long hair in her hands and inspecting the ends. "I wish I knew how to cook. That's probably the reason your father had to find a mistress." she teased, winking at me.

"Oh, please. No one is better than you. All those women don't hold a candle to you, Mom." I hissed at the mention of my father. "You are the best! No one can compare to you."

We stayed in silence as I let my mother brush my hair. It was like old times, except my father wasn't making her cry. She had a happy smile spread across her lips that was contagious.

"You look so happy, Mom. I'm glad that you found someone that can make you smile. I'm glad that you met Josh. Who would've thought that you would meet a Native American teaching English in the middle of the Brazilian jungle?" I laughed at the irony of it all.

My mother smiled sheepishly. A soft blush covered her cheeks as her gaze drifted to the ceiling. She was remembering the afternoon when we met Joshua. My mother was a doctor and we had recently arrived to Brazil to do missionary work with some of our church members. I stayed with my mother after the divorce and my twin brother moved with my father (dumbass).

The mosquitoes were annihilating us when Joshua came over and offered us insect repellent. He spoke to us in Portuguese, which is fairly easy to understand if you know Spanish. My mother blushed insanely as she tried to flirt with him. We thought that he was Brazilian, but one of his co-workers spoke English to him. My mother laughed and began to speak to him in English. That's how they met and began a life together. I lived in Brazil for three years before I moved to La Push.

I wanted to finish my classes and graduate fast so I could become a doctor just like my mother. I took classes through correspondence and with the help of my step-father; I'm was on my way to achieving my goal of graduating High School at the age of seventeen.

"Les, your friend is in the living room waiting for you." Josh said as he poked his head through the door. "She asked for some English cucumber sandwich. Yuck!" he laughed, walking into my room and standing behind my mother, wrapping his arms around her.

My mother chuckled when he kissed her neck. "Guys, not in my room!" I said annoyed, getting up from the seat and walking to my bed to gather my duffel bag and pillow.

I walked to where my parents stood and kissed them good bye. "Call me before you go to bed, Les." my mother shouted.

"Ok. Have a wonderful night!" I yelled, as I went down the stairs. I saw Haliee sitting on my favorite recliner. She was munching on some celery when she smiled at me.

"Hailee!" I said happily, walking to where she sat. "I'm glad you came over to pick me up. I thought you would be mad at me for suggesting it to Brady." I whispered to her. She smiled and swallowed her food.

"Oh, don't be silly! I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. Don't worry about a thing. Let's hurry up, the guys are waiting for us at the beach." she said in her soft English accent, gesturing with her hand to hurry up. "Wear a heavy coat and a scarf. The temperature is supposed to drop to at least twenty-nine degrees."

"Let me grab the cucumber sandwich I made for you! They are delicious. My mother ate four! I'd to make a new batch just for you." I said, running to the kitchen to retrieve the plastic container that had her favorite sandwiches.

I handed her the container and she smiled pleasantly. "I knew you would be my best friend the moment I met you!" she said in a sing-song-voice.

I went into the mud room and put on my baby blue coat, white Hello Kitty scarf, hat and gloves. I contemplated on whether putting on my rain boots or not, but opted in taking them just in case it did rain. Haliee got to her feet and eyed me.

"Hello Kitty?" she asked curiously, then shrugged her shoulders. "Cute!" she said, and together we walked out of my house into the cold night.

The drive to the beach was pleasant. Haliee and I sang every song that was playing on the radio. She laughed when I sang out of tune to Rihanna's Disturbia. She was practically yelling when Kelly Clarkson's new song began to play. She knew every song and we hummed the ones that were unknown to us.

We finally made it to the beach and saw a few cars parked a mile away from where the large fire was blazing and burning. I saw Brady's Ford F250 parked near a tree when I felt my heart begin to pound hard in anticipation against my ribcage.

Haliee Christina's enormous smile was contagious. "We made it! I can practically smell the meat. These guys are so carnivorous. Seth bought seven packages of hotdogs and he's not planning on sharing. Jacob, you'll meet him later, he bought a Sam's Club box of potato chips just for him. Sean, your future brother-in-law, he over did it! He brought ice cream, a large piece of ham that he wants to roast over the fire, like four gallons of juice and other crap just for him!" she laughed, opening the driver's door and stepping out of her old Buick.

I followed after her, still laughing at her exaggeration. Seth met us half-way and walked us to where the bonfire was.

We were among the first to arrive to the bonfire. I was a little hesitant about meeting Brady's friends and even more nervous about my mother finding out that I'd lied to her to come to the bonfire. I scanned around the few people that were present and didn't find Brady.

Seth took noticed. "Brady went to the store with Jacob and his girlfriend."

I smiled at Seth and continued to walk next to Haliee. She put her arm around my shoulder and guided me to where the rest of her friends were already sitting.

"Don't be nervous. Everyone will love you!" Haliee whispered, patting my arm with her other hand. "We've all been through this so they know how you're feeling."

We stopped in front of three girls that were gossiping and laughing. "Haliee! Leslie! I'm so glad you girls made it." the woman with the large scars that ran down her face got up and hugged Haliee and then me. I was surprised that she knew who I was. I've never seen her before.

"I'm Emily. Sam Uley's fiancé." she said, pulling away from our hug. "It's so glad to finally meet you. Brady talks so dearly about you. We were wondering when we were going to see you."

She was so kind and gentle. Her beauty outshone her scar. They were dismal in comparison to her kindness and inner beauty. Her black hair sparkled at the light of the fire as it flickered when the cold wind blew.

"I'm the first wolf-girl!" she said with pride. "This is Kimberlee Stato and Rachel Leann Black. Kim is the second wolf-girl to join and Rachel is the fourth." she said, pointing at each girl. They waved and smiled at me and resumed their conversation.

"Claire, my niece was the third, but she's at home sleeping." Emily explained, offering me her arm. I placed mine in the crook of her arm. "Come; let me introduce you to the rest of the girls!" she smiled, guiding me to another small group that had gathered near the fire.

"This is Michelle, Lena and Nessie." Emily said, interrupting their conversation. The girls smiled at me and we shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you!" I said shyly, returning to Emily's side.

A tall man with the most beautiful smile stood behind Nessie and nodded at me. "Hey, you're Leslie Ann, right?" he said in a deep husky voice.

"It's Leslie Alexis. Leslie Ann is my mother." I muttered embarrassedly, placing my free hand inside my coat pockets.

"My bad! I'm Jake." he said, extending his hand for me to shake it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Jake." I said timidly, looking down at our hands as I shook his briefly.

"Same here!" he chuckled, releasing his hold on my hand. "This is my girlfriend, Nessie. We're visiting from Alaska. We heard that Brady finally imprinted and we needed to come and meet you." he chortled, placing both hands on Nessie's shoulders.

"I must say that you're really beautiful." Nessie said in a soft melodious voice. She was pale; a hint of a blush covered her porcelain cheeks. Her bronze hair was parted into two braids that fell to her hips; there were beautiful soft curls at the tip of each braid. Her crimson lips were plum and slanted into a side smile. Her chocolate brown eyes were sincere and honest.

She wore a short skirt that exposed her lean white legs and a light jacket, making me wonder if she was even cold. She seemed normal and nonchalant, while Haliee, Emily and I were shivering like crazy.

"Thank you, Nessie." I mumbled, my teeth chattering as the night grew colder.

The breeze began to blow even colder, causing me to get closer to Emily, whom laughed as she introduced me to the rest of her friends, or the wolf-girls club as she'd dubbed it.

I was beginning to feel more relax. Everyone was nice and they welcomed me to their secret werewolf society.

"You're the last of the wolf-girls of the original pack." Emily whispered as we sat next to the fire, that was burning bright and warm. I was still cold, but I was enjoying the company of the girls.

Emily stood up and walked to a very handsome man. His face was solemn and serious. I quickly presumed that he was Sam Uley, her fiancé. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, brightening his grave expression.

"Hey, beautiful!" a familiar voice whispered behind me. "I'm so glad you're here. I'm sorry that it took me so long to get to you." Brady said, kissing my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It's Ok." I said, leaning my back against his chest.

"Come with me. I want to talk to you before the bonfire starts. We still got like thirty minutes before Old Quil and Billy Black arrive." he said, removing his warm arms from my waist and helped me up.

Everyone was staring at us, not in an offensive way, but they were giving us approving smiles. Haliee was the first one that I noticed. She was sincerely happy for me. She gave me a thumb-up and a wink from across the bonfire. Seth nodded approvingly at us.

We walked hand in hand to his truck. He opened the door behind the passenger seat and motioned me to seat. I obliged and stared into his beautiful face. "What did you wanted to tell me, Bray-Bray." I whispered as I brought my lips to his.

He smiled nervously, placing his large hands on each side of my hips. "I care for you, Leslie. You're the most important thing in my life. I want you to remember that. There is no one like you for me. I've been blessed with the best girl in the world." he said with a winsome smile on his lips.

I bobbed my head. "I know, you told me that today on the phone." I said teasingly, playing with his light jacket.

He cleared his throat and began to look around. "I have something to tell you. It's very important for me. I want to do this right-you and me-well, I mean." he stuttered anxiously, laughing at his lack of words.

"I wanted to ask you -to officially ask you-well, would you be my girlfriend, Leslie?" he whispered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Of course, silly." I said, grabbing his beautiful face in my hands and bringing it closer to me. "I'll be your girlfriend." I kissed his lips with full force, wrapping my arms around his neck and tasting every corner of his lips. His eyes were slightly opened, looking down at me as we kissed. It was awkward, but there was something in his mind, that was bothering him.

"What's wrong, Brady?" I said disappointedly, pulling away from him. "I thought this was supposed to be a happy moment?" I asked, suppressing my irritation.

"I know and I'm sorry, Les. I just know that our relationship will bring complications. Les, I don't want you to lie to your mother. I don't want to see you in secrecy. I want your parents to know about me and my intentions with you. I really really love you, baby girl." he sighed, placing his hands on my knees and separating my legs so he could fit in between them.

"La Push is such a small place that gossip is quickly spread. I don't want you to get into trouble because of our budding relationship. Another thing that worries me is that I look older than my age and your mom might think that I'm a pedophile or something. I know that you're going to lie about my secret to keep me safe, and I'm also sorry to bring so much trouble for you-but, at least, let's be honest about our relationship."

Brady was bringing forth an important topic. My mother would probably be upset if she found out through the grapevine that I had a boyfriend. I didn't want to upset or distress her; she was finally in a happy place.

"Ok, Bray-Bray. We can't exactly tell her that we're going out. We can pretend that we're friends and eventually she'll get used to the idea of seeing us together. That way when we tell her we're going out she'll know and there won't be any problem. Plus, my step-dad knows that we like each other. He likes you and approves of you. About your age, just bring your ID and birth certificate." I quickly added, caressing his soft face.

Brady's deep laughter filled the truck's cabin, making me feel happy and safe. All this feelings were new to me and I felt a little unease at how capable I was to love him. I often wondered if it was a magical spell that was casted upon us, but at time my feelings for him were so real, that the idiotic thought would dissipate.

Brady cocked his head to the side and stared at me. His hazel eyes dancing with love filled my heart with an overwhelming feeling of pure bliss. I still had his face in my hands, as he pulled me closer to him. He was showing his dimpled-smile.

"I really love you!" he whispered, kissing my cheeks one at a time. "I love you, Leslie! Please, kiss me." he demanded, bringing his lips to mine.

His lips were soft and pliable against mine. They tasted gloriously, his tongue caress my lips asking permission to enter my mouth. I was still new at French kissing, but he was a great teacher. I parted my lips open and felt his tongue entering. It was warm, soft and inviting. I buried my fingers in his hair, as the heat of his kiss heightened my need to feel him. His hands still held my face steady, guiding me into the enthralling passion of his love for me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, eliciting soft moans from me. I wanted to taste more of him. I shyly touched his tongue with mine. It sent shivers down to my legs as his hand fell to the small of my back and danced in soothing, sensual circles. He bit my lower lip and continued to kiss me. His smoldering heat was beginning to consume me. I felt restricted to pull away, when his hand fell to my behind. I pulled away, breaking our kiss. I took a deep breath and he continued to trail a path of fiery kisses down my jaw line and down to my neck, his tongue moving softly, leaving a wet trail of desire down my skin.

"Brady," I moaned, my hands reluctantly pushing him away from me. He continued to kiss me, his lips brushing lightly against my left ear. I felt his rapid breathing as he nibbled on my earlobe, biting it softly and sucking on it.

"Please, sweetie, stop!" I begged regrettably. I was feeling weak and I needed, wanted desperately to continue exploring the delicious path that he was leading me into.

Brady moved his head to face me. "I promise that I won't hurt you. I only wanted to kiss you so badly. You're like a Pandora's Box, filled with secrets that would decimate me in an instant." he muttered, leaning his head to the side to kiss my right earlobe.

His left hand rested on my bottom, kneading it softly. I cursed my weakness, but reluctantly gave in to the feeling. "Your booty is so soft and firm, Les." he whispered, smiling impishly. "I love that you're Latina. You're so curvy and sexy." he said lowly, biting my lower lip.

My phone began to vibrate in my pocket, bringing me back to reality. "My phone is ringing." I mumbled against his lips.

"Let it ring." he whined, pulling away from me. "You can call the person back later." he said disappointed, crossing his arms over his chest.

I shook my head as I dug into my coat's pocket and grabbed my crimson red Blackberry. "It's Haliee." I sighed, looking at the caller ID.

Brady took a few steps back and leaned against the truck. "Hale, what's up?" I said nonchalantly, trying to calm myself and my shaking hands.

"Les, Billy and Old Quil are here. We're going to start in five minutes." she said from the other line.

I nodded as if she could see me. "We're on our way. Thanks Hale. See you later." I said quickly, turning off my phone and placing it back in my coat pocket.

Brady smiled at me and helped me down. "Let me get the blanket just in case it gets colder." he said, taking a large black and gray blanket and placed it under his arm. "Let's go, precious."

The sound of rumbling thunder could be heard over the distance. I snuggled against Brady's firm chest, seeking his warmth. He wrapped the blanket around me to protect me from the cold night air and brought me closer to him. He smiled down at me as he placed a kiss on my forehead. I felt safe in his warm embrace as the night cold breeze blew, making the sea waves crash hard against the boulders near the shore.

Sam and Jacob were throwing wood into the fire causing the flames to rise higher. The heat was magnificent for little cold me! They began to introduce themselves and when it was my turn, I felt my cheeks grow crimson red with embarrassment.

"She needs to stand up!" Haliee said loudly, making everyone agree. I wanted to bite her when I spotted her laughing at me. Seth was holding her close and also laughing. I stood up and looked back and found Brady grinning widely. He gave me an encouraging nod.

I cleared my throat. "My name is Leslie Ruiz." I said softly, playing with my hands. "I'm from Puerto Rico and I'm in the tenth grade. I'm happy to be here?" I said, biting my lip nervously.

Brady chuckled and held my hand as I sat in between his legs. Haliee and Seth began to clap loudly, Lena, Michelle, Jake and Nessie joined them. "Good work, mate." Haliee screamed, whistling loudly.

Everyone began to laugh and clap. "I want to say something," Haliee shouted above the noise. She stood up and gave me a tender smile. "I love this girl. She makes the best English Cucumber sandwiches and killer Fajitas. I've eaten her food and Emily-she's clashing heads with you…sorry!"

Emily laughed, leaning her head against Sam's chest. "We need to have a cooking match to prove who the best is!" she joked.

There were more claps and whistling. "That would be great!" Kim shouted, leaning against some tall guy that looked similar to Brady.

Heck, they all looked like brothers. The acted the same and moved with the same fluid movements and grace. They were a bunch of hot-honestly; they were steamy hot mother fuckers that stepped out of the catalogs of the most popular magazine.

"Well, I'm hungry." Jake said as he stood, placing a long metal fork with four hot dogs at the end on the fire.

"Wahoo!" Brady yelled, behind me. He walked to a small table and retrieved a cooler and some potato chip bags.

To be honest the males ate like wolves, literally. They chugged their drinks and swallowed their food without chewing. It was a fun scene to watch. The girls were more dainty and delicate, nibbling on some potato chips and marshmallows. I watched as Nessie placed her soda beside her and Jake drank it completely. She argued with him, but he won the argument when he kissed her fully on the lips and she quickly forgot about it.

Lena and Michelle stopped by to speak to me and we exchanged a few words, when Embry and Collin came to get their girls. I began to scan around, looking at the faces of my new friends. Sean, Brady's younger brother raised his Coca Cola can and smiled at me. He looked just like Brady sans the dimples. He was next to Kim and Lena. Haliee was laughing loudly and eating roasted marshmallow. I wasn't hungry so I just relaxed against Brady, enjoying the merry company.

An older man in a wheelchair cleared his throat and everyone quiet down, settling around the fire. He smiled at my direction and bowed his head politely. "We're grateful to the spirits of our ancestors for giving us another opportunity to gather here in the company of our friends and family… We welcome a new member to our family, Leslie Ruiz."

All eyes fell on me making me feel uncomfortable. "Leslie, welcome to our family!" he said smiling kindly at me.

Brady gently squeezed my hand affectionately. "That's Billy Black, Jake's and Rachel's father. He is the tribe's chief." Brady whispered against my ear, rearranging the blanket over my shoulders and pulling me closer to him. I leaned my head against his broad chest and listened as Billy Black's deep voice carried me in an imaginary journey through the Quileute Tribe's legends.

Billy started the tale of the spirit warrior and the story of Kaheleha, the first Spirit Chief. He told the intricate details of how these warriors separated from their body and entered the Spirit world to destroy their enemies. I was enthralled at the way Billy told the legend of Taha Aki, the last Great Spirit Chief and Utlapa, one of his strongest warriors and his betrayal. He explained how Utlapa got too greedy and took over Taha Aki's body when the leader left to visit the spirit world to watch over his people.

Taha Aki took possession over the body of a wolf and tried to alert his people of what Utlapa had done. Yut, a much older warrior disobeyed Utlapa's order to never go on another spirit journey. Yut was able to communicate with the animal. Utlapa killed Yut when he saw that the older man had disobeyed him. Taha Aki in all his fury and rage transformed from a wolf to a man. He became the chief of the tribe once again and rectified the laws that Utlapa had destroyed. Yet, he didn't change Utlapa's law to never go into the spirit world. He knew it was a dangerous act.

Brady's arms were tightly wrapped around me, providing me with his heat and protection. Billy told the tale of how Taha Aki never aged and lived the life of three men. He had many sons with the ability to transform into wolves. He proceeded to the tale of how the Cold Ones had kidnapped girls from their neighboring Makah tribe. Taha Aki's sons had destroyed one and brought it to the council for examination. One son, Yaha Uta told his father how they had killed the creature.

"Yuha Uta laid the remains on the floor in front of his father, Taha Aki and the tribe elders to inspect. One of the eldesr pocked it and the arm reached for the other appendages. Disgusted they set the remains on fire. They discovered how to kill the Cold Ones."

Billy reached into his shirt and pulled out a worn out little bag. "Here is the remaining of that exact one." he said solemnly.

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. "Don't worry, princess. I'll protect you. No harm will come to you, I promise." Brady swore. I nodded still looking at Billy's hands.

"Is that a Cold One, sir?" I asked, interrupting Billy. He nodded softly.

"This is the first Blood drinker that our tribe ever killed." he reassured me. "This one wasn't alone, he had a mate. The Cold Woman came to the Quileute tribe to seek vengeance for her fallen mate. Young Yaha Uta was the only wolf-man left to protect the tribe. The Cold Woman was depicted as the most beautiful person any human had ever seen. She resembled a goddess, long blond hair, dark eyes and skin as pale as the moon that sparkled under the sun's rays. Some of the tribe's members fell to their knees to worship her. She spoke in a language they didn't know. A young descendent of Taha Aki's yelled that his nose burned with her smell, a passing elder realized who the woman was and yelled for the people to run. Many died as she got closer to our village. A couple of survivors ran to where Taha Aki was and informed him of the chaos that had unfolded. Yaha Uta, the last remaining wolf fought the creature, but she killed him."

Billy looked at the group, as he took a sip of his water. The only sound around us was that of the flickering fire.

"Taha Aki turned into a wolf once again and began to fight the Cold Woman. He was too old, giving her the upper hand in the fight. Taha Aki's third wife saw that there was not a chance that he might win. She looked around and saw her children crying in fear. She took a dagger from one of her sons. She ran to where the Cold Woman and Taha Aki were fighting and stabbed herself in the heart. The Third wife gave her life to save him and her sons. It was the ultimate sacrifice! Her warm, fresh blood called out at the Blood drinker, distracting her from her fight. Taha Aki's other sons saw as their mother died and in their rage turned into wolves too. Together they beat the Cold Woman. Taha Aki never transformed back to a human, or rejoined the pack. He spent the entire day laying next to his dead wife's body, growling at anyone who tried to get close to him or her body. He then went into the forest and had never returned or been seen."

When Billy took another sip of his water, I wiped the tears that were falling from my eyes. I could picture the Third wife sacrificing her life to save the lives of her sons and her beloved husband. It made my heart ache so much. I turned to look at Brady and he smiled sweetly at me. Would I be able to make that sacrifice too?

"Don't cry, sweetie." Brady said, kissing my cheek softly. "It's alright! Don't cry, baby girl." he said, bringing me closer to him. I inhaled his sweet scent and leaned my head on his chest, wiping more tears that were falling freely.

I looked at Haliee's direction and she was crying too. She gave me a sad smile and buried her face on Seth's chest.

"After Taha Aki's disappearance, not many Cold Ones came into La Push territory. There were always Taha Aki's sons protecting the tribe. There were never more than three wolves at a time but it was enough to protect the tribe. Occasionally, a Cold One would stumble upon our land, but the wolves took them by surprise and destroyed them as they were taught by their fathers. As time progressed, the descendents of Taha Aki stopped transforming into wolves. If a Cold One would stumble across our land then the wolves would return to protect the tribe. The pack always stayed small, but during the time of my great-grandfather Ephraim Black, the Alpha wolf, a large coven came. The wolves were outnumbered, but the Cold Ones refused to fight them. They were different; their eyes weren't crimson red color, but yellow. They fed on the blood of animals instead of humans. They made a treaty, a pact to never drink blood from humans or turn a human into one of them. To this day they have kept their word. Ephraim accepted the treaty and the coven have kept their part bargain. Since this coven was larger than the previous ones, the pack also grew in numbers. So the responsibility to protect our tribe has been passed down to the descendants of Taha Aki."

When Billy was finished, everyone began to gather in small groups to talk. Brady excused himself to help Billy Black get to his car. I was left with more questions than before. I began to feel paranoia sink in; I looked around to make sure that I wasn't being followed by a bloodsucker.

I sat in front of the fire, facing Emily. She was smiling lovingly at Sam. Her scars were deep and reddish against her skin. They were three large claw marks that went down to her face and probably her covered arm. In my mind I began to put every piece of the puzzle together. Emily was attacked by a werewolf, there was no doubt about.

Sam noticed me staring at Emily and gave me a pointed look. I forced a smile and turned to look at the dying fire. Embry sat beside me on the sand. He was so tall and I felt the heat radiating from his body.

"You know, Brady would never hurt you. He lives to protect you. What happened to Emily was an accident. Sam was new at being a werewolf. He didn't have anyone to guide him or teach him how to control his rage. We're more capable at controlling ourselves, Leslie. We've been taught by those that turned in to werewolves before us. Brady's purpose in life is to protect his tribe and see that you're happy and safe. He's completely devoted to you. He's all yours to do whatever you want." Embry laughed, patting my arm softly.

"Thanks Embry." I whispered. He stood up and walked to where Lana was waiting for him.

A/N: Thank you for waiting so patiently for this story. I wanted to apologize for the delay. It took me seven hours to write this story, literally. For those that wanted to know why Leslie was fourteen and in the tenth grade, well, it's really part of my story. I was homeschooled and it was easier to graduate earlier than eighteen. Anyways, I hope that you like it and enjoy it. Review and let me know how I am doing!