Chapter 10
APOV
I groan as I hear a banging on my door. Pulling the covers over my head, I snuggle up to the warm body beside me. Except that side of the bed is cold. I sit up, scowling and lookin around the room for my imprint. My gaze goes by my clock briefly, then snaps back to it. The blinking red numbers read 4:30 am. Why is my father waking me up at 4:30 in the morning?!
The banging resumes, so I get up and open my door. I glare at my father, except it's not my father. It's my fricken' imprint and my fricken' brother. Stephan's hand is raised, so I am guessing that he is the one who created the annoying, incessant banging on my door.
"What do you guys want?" I ask, stretching and yawning.
"We're doing patrol with Paul," Stephan says.
I groan, knowing that I can't ditch patrol. I had promised my father the other night that I would do morning patrol with one of the first shifters as my punishment for running away. Stephan had insisted on going with me, and my father agreed. It was fine the first couple of mornings, but now I just want to shoot myself for agreeing. But it was either that, or go train the younger wolves. I would most definitely skip out on answering all of the annoying questions that are asked over and over again. Been there, done that.
"Fine, I'll get ready," I mumble, grabbing Stephan's hand and pulling him inside my bedroom. I shut the door in Alex's protesting face. Then, I turn and head to my closet. Grabbing a pair of lulus and tank and a lulu jacket, I change quickly. I then slip on a pair of converse and walk out.
Stephan is on my bed with my sketchbook in his hand; he's flipping through the pages. I blush and rush at him, reaching for the notebook. Raising his arm well above his head, he smirks down at me. I glare at him, jumping up and down, trying to reach the book. Unfortunately, Stephan is a lot taller than me. He's 6'7", while I am only 5'9". I'm not the smallest of the pack, but what bothers me is that Alex is only two inches shorter than me and he's growing fast.
"This. Is. Not. Fair…Five. Me. Them. Now!" I say, jumping with each word.
"Nope, I like seeing them. He shouldn't hide them," Stephan says, now looking up at the picture. I blush from anger and embarressment, my face a deep red color. I realize that it's a picture of me kissing Stephan's cheek; he's smiling like an idiot at the camera.
"Give it back," I say, putting my hands on my hips.
"Amy and Stephan, get you asses down her. You are late for patrol," Paul yells form downstairs. Both of our eyes widen and we run out of my room. I jump on the baister and slide my way down, stacking my tongue out at a running Stephan. He beats me down the stars, again.
"You always beat me down the stars," I grumble, crossing my arms and pouting. Stephan laughs and I can't help but smile at hat. I realized how miserable he really was when I had run away by reading his thoughts.
"That's because I will always be there to catch you when you fall," he says, setting me on the ground and kissing my temple. I blush.
Now that I think about it, what Stephan said is true. I remember he was always there whenever I fell off the banister, catching me in his arms. Or the time when I fell off of the trampoline or almost fell in the pool. The only time that he never caught me was when I fell out of the tree in my backyard and broke my arm; my dad was training him. I got a sky-blue cast and all of my friends signed it. My favorite person who singed it, though, was Stephan. He drew a heart with our initials in it; people tried to guess who it was. This all happened about a month after he had imprinted on me. The look on his face when I got released from the hospital was one of fear, sadness and relief. I started laughing, I just couldn't help myself; Stephan then smiled at me.
"Come on, love birds, lets move it. Patrol finishes at 7:30 am today because you guys have school," Paul says, ushering us out of the door.
Stephan and I groan at the word 'school.' My father wants me to finish high school and then go to the college in Port Angeles. I applied to several colleges in Washington, and I even got academic scholarships to Dartmouth, Brown, Princeteon, Yale, and Harvard. My father and I argued about my choices of colleges for weeks. He was really nervous about me going across the country, and being so far away from the Pack. I really want to go to Brown. Their academics are amazing and their sister college, the Rhode Island School of Design, has great art programs. I really want to become a artist, and hopefully become an illustrator for children books as well as teach the kids in La Push and Forks about art. My mom saw how badly I wanted to go to Brown, so she talked to my father. She can make him do anything, well, except when she wants to do something daring or go somewhere without him for a long period of time. I was ecstatic when he told me that I was allowed to go to Brown. The only conditions are that I have to come home during breaks and call home everyday. Sadly, if I don't make these conditions, my father will send two of the pack members to go to Providence, Rhode Island and check up on me.
"Amy Uley, stop thinking about college. I know it's important and you're excited, but you need to concentrate on patrol. We smelled a vampire in the area last week, and we think it's the same one that attacked Alex," Paul says, shoulders crossed and feet shoulder width apart. I pale at the mention of the vampire, and my knees go weak. Stephan catches me and sets me on the ground, pushing my head in between my knees.
"You just had to mention that, Paul?" Stephan says angrily.
"She deserves to know."
"Fine."
When I recovered from my little episode of shock, I went behind the house to change and phase. I grimace against the pain as I feel my bones and muscles shifting into my wolf. I haven't in so long, and now I have to get used to phasing all over again. But once I am in wolf form, I shake myself out and trot around the corner or the house. I already see Paul as his grey wolf and Stephan as his black and white one. I give them a wolfy grin before taking off into the woods.
SPOV
I watch as my imprint comes around the corner of the house. My heart picks up speed as I see her black wolf approach us. I have missed her so much over the past few months, I don't know what I would without her. She's so graceful, even in wolf form. I remember the first time I saw her in wolf form. I was running patrol with her dad when all of sudden when I hear her cussing at Paul in my head. I was shocked and raced towards her house along with her father. We both stopped and gave her wolfy grins before phasing and trying to get her to calm down and phase back.
I cock my head to the side when I see her give me a wolfy grin. I give chase when she runs off into the woods. The last thing I see before she disappears into the brush is the tip of her tail. It's white with yellow spots, and I love it. It makes her different.