A/N: Okay, I've been having trouble writing over the summer, but the summer is almost over, so your in luck. I'm home now, not in the nice sunny place I was, and writing is even MORE difficult here than it was there, and it was difficult there. Grr... Oh well, you're in luck, the summer is almost over for me. Well, not quite, but I'll see my friends soon. And that always helps me write better. So yay for you. Buddies, if you're out there, I miss you! And now I sound pathetic. You see, my friends are probably celebrating. 'Yay! No wacko for two months!' I know one of them is because she isn't in all of my classes this year. Yes, I'm crazy, and yes, I'm sure I drove her INSANE last year. IDK, though. Sometimes I get the feeling she's annoyed with me. Ahhh... I'm feeling insecure. And I have something I'm trying to tell people, but I'm VERRRY afraid. Three people know. And I have a bunch more to go. And the most important one to tell will BITE MY HEAD OFF. WRITE EVIL FANFICTIONS WHERE I DIE, TELL THE WORLD, TELL HER MOM, AND THEN HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! Ok, maybe it won't be THAT bad... but I have already received negative feedback on this news and AHHH. Im scared. And I cannot believe I'm talking about this in my Author Note. I need serious help, WHICH JILL GIVES NO OF! Totally kidding Jillian. You had a much better reaction than I was expecting and I'm surprised you got it so easily. AND that you talked about it before AND that it was mentioned in a story of yours. Don't worry, you don't have to take it down. So sorry for babbling here, I'm nervous. I just started an email to that one very important person which contained random letters and the real message in italics. I didn't send it. I thought about sending it in a different language. Ahhh. I need SERIOUS help. -smack smack smack- -deep breath- ok, enough about my personal problems, time for story. And to all... I know this isn't my best story, but I don't wanna quit it, I'll just finish it and start on something else. Did you know that this story's initials are COOW? How lame.

Jacob POV

I slowly lead Lily back inside, more nervous than I had ever been in my life. How would she take this? Would she run and scream? Would she even love me? Imprinting meant that you had to be whatever your imprint needed. What if the thing she needed from me was only friendship?

I almost smacked my head to get the doubts there to stop screaming at me. I focused on Sam's words to try and drown them out. I had to believe that everything would work out. Everything would be fine.

Lily sat down on the small sofa in my small living room. She looked out of place there. She had always looked so comfortable, at home, when she was here. Now, she looked scared stiff. She usually had this presence about her that brightened the room, now the room seemed dull. I knew the reason was because of the absence of her warm smile.

Being a werewolf, I always felt warm and comfortable and tended to project these feelings out. But Lily did that without effort. She made me feel warmer and more comfortable, safe. And I was supposed to be the protector. I would do anything for her and be anything. Whatever made her happy.

I squished down next to her, mirroring her stiff position, but I took her hand.

"I'm not sure how to explain this, or where to start. Let me start with the easiest, and hardest, first." I smiled slightly at her. "Lillian Marie, I do believe I have fallen in love with you." I closed my eyes, afraid to see her reaction, but I heard her gasp then suck in a huge breath. I opened my eyes and touched her cheek. She let the air out.

"Jake..." she had tears in her eyes. I knew it was a bad idea to tell her! "I was so afraid that you didn't share the same feelings at me. Jacob Black, I think I love you too." I couldn't help it. I pulled her into my arms and squeezed her, probably a little too hard. I gave her cheek a wet sloppy kiss and she giggled. The mood was lighter, and I frowned, knowing I was going to darken it again.

"Jacob! Do you have a fever? You're burning up. What's wrong? Do you feel sick..." she panicked.

"Shh, Lily, calm down. I'm fine. I promise." (im not okay, I promise... sorry, I'm a freak. Ohh... TGIF! Sorry, the song never seems to be on on a Friday...) I ran my hand up and down her arm, trying to sooth her.

"Lillian, this is really hard to say, but I'm... Have you ever heard some of my people's myths?"

She nodded.

"What do you know?"

"Well, I know that your tribe supposedly survived the Biblical flood, and there are some others that say that you descended from wolves... why are you changing the subject?"

I ignored her question.

"That's not exactly how it happened, that's just the story most people know. The story I know is that the men in our tribe were once able to leave their bodies as spirits. Bad stuff happens because of this, yadayada, and someone's body is stolen. So, unable to get back, the spirit finds a large wolf and asks to share. The wolf agrees, spirit leaves body again, spirit returns to wolf angry and overpowers wolf spirit, man is able to switch into a wolf or a man... and his descendants have the same ability. They transform because of something called the Cold Ones. Or what you would know as vampires. And my people's ancestors, you would know as werewolves. This gene, the ability to transform, is passed down from generation to generation. But they only have the ability to transform if there are Cold Ones in the area. Werewolves have higher temperatures than normal humans, have the ability to heal quickly, and are the only thing besides another of themselves that can destroy vampires. There's also this thing called 'imprinting' its sort of like soul mates except much stronger. You would be anything or do anything for that person. No exceptions. It doesn't always happen, its supposed to be rare, but apparently its pretty common, its love. But it can be so much more. Basically, the werewolf and his imprint are the perfect match, everything the other needs."

"Nice history. How come not everyone knows those stories?"

"Well, my grandfather was the tribe's last chief, so of course I know the stories. Lily, I'm sorry." I looked down, ashamed.

"For what? Changing the subject?" she joked. "You should be." Lily laughed.

"Lily, you're my everything, I would do anything for you. I will be whatever you need. Whenever."

"Jake..." she shook her head, probably trying to organize her thoughts. "you aren't saying...?"

I took a deep breath. "Lillian, I am a werewolf, and you are my imprint."