I was released from the hospital three days later. I was bruised, cut, and broken but Paul was by my side helping me along towards the truck. I settled into the smell that was Paul and listened to him talk about how I was going to stay in his room so I could have the nicer bed until I healed. I was about to say something about how he was hurt to but I reliazed that he was no longer wearing bandages. When we reached the apartment Paul carried me up the flight of steps and sat me on the kitchen counter as he cooked dinner. He sat a bowl of soup in front of both of us and gave me a sheepish smile. We started eating but I had plently of questions to ask so I did what I always did, fired one after the other.
"How do you morph? What did you guys do to the vampire? What did the venom taste like? What did Dr. Carlisle say about it? What is Dr. Carlisle anyways? Is everyone who hangs with you a wolf? Is that why you were gone almost every night?" He held up his hand trying to think of an answer for every question. I sat there swallowing my soup waiting for him to answer me.
"I just morph, I'm not sure how but when I was new at this wolf thing anything that made me angry would change me. We chased the vampire out of town, he was to fast. The venom tastes like rotten milk but it was worth it to safe you. Dr. Carlisle said that you should be fine after a few weeks. He's a vampire, but a good one so he says. All the boys are wolves and Leah but Emily and the rest of the girls are not. I was gone almost everynight because we have this patrol thing that Sam puts us on to protect everyone," he finally finished and it was his turn to ask his questions.
"Why weren't you scared of me? How did you get up after he bite you? Why did you come back here, why not the cops? What did you feel when you left me? What made you figure all this out?" I held my hand up and started thinking of answers.
"I wasn't scared because I knew you before I knew the wolf part. I got up because I knew I had to find you. I came here because I knew you could help me, cops are over-rated and stupid. I felt...guilty and in pain. I figured all this out by peicing everything together. Like how the wolves eyes were like yours and how the man could do things normal guys couldn't," I shrugged as I put my dish in the sink and turned around to see Paul smiling at his empty bowl.
"I knew I would always get a smart one," he whispered and put his bowl next to mine. I looked up with knitted eyebrows and aske dhim what he meant. His eyes widen and he sighed.
"I knew it was time to tell you," he led me to his room and pushed open the curtains to reveal the normal rain. We sat on his bed and looked outside as he tried to put his words together about what he was going to say.
"Have you seen Sam look at Emily like she was everything he needs?" He asked suddenly with a sparkle in his eye. I nodded telling him to continue and thankfully he did.
"Well thats called...imprinting," he said it slowly like I was going to run out of the room just because he said it. I shook my head not knowing what he meant and asked if he could explain.
"Well imprinting is like a soulmate kind of deal. Its where you find that one true person. Quil has Claire, Jared has Kim, Sam has Emily, Leah has a guy named Mark whos at college right now, Jacob has this kid named Nessie, and the rest has yet to find theres," he said it all in one big breath but I only had one question for him.
"Claire is five! What do you mean Quil is imprinted on her?" He chuckled figuring I would focus on that instead of anything else.
"Its not love yet, right now its just sibling love," he shrugged like it was normal and opened his window to hear the rain hit the sill.
"What about you?" I asked as I held my hand outside and felt the rain cover my hand.
"Well thats the thing, I imprinted on you," he whispered and looked at a weeping willow swaying in the wind. I looked up at him with wide eyes trying to process everything that had happened. First I find out werewolves and vampires were real. Then I found out that some venom is still in me and is still running its course. Now I found out that Paul imprinted on me. Was that why he did all this for me? Is that why he let me stay here? Is that why he fixed my car? Is that why he let me stay here? Is that why he's so overprotective? I didn't say anything I just let the words sink into my brain.
I imprinted on you.
I imprinted on you.
Those words just kept echoing over and over and over again until I finally laid down by Paul excepting almost all of this and falling asleep wondering what would I find out next.