Hey yall :) So I decided to update ASAP because I'm writing more frequently and I think you're going to like where this is going. I don't know exactly how the story is going to end, I do know that I'm going to be bringing in vamps in soon, and I'm terrible but I'm not exactly Team Switzerland, I'm pro-wolfpack. Oh, and I'm a bella basher, if you don't like that, I'm sorry, but it's who I am...so, onto the story :)

Tonight was gonna be a bondfire for the ribe, but more specifically, for the pack and their imprints.

"Hey Emily"

"Yes hon?"

"What should I wear tonight?"

She grinned, "Why, trying to impress someone?"

"No!" I shot back with sass. "I've just never been to one of these things."

Emily chuckled, "Just dress warm and comfortable, it's gonna be cold tonight. As always."

There was a slight bite to her voice near the end.

"You don't like it here?"

She looked up, suprised, "Well, I grew up on the makah rez, and it's a LOT warmer there."

"You're not from here?"

"Nope"

"why's you move?"

She looked down, a sad expression on her face.

"To visit my cousin Leah."

I gasped, bitchy Leah, and kind, sweet, Emily, seemed worlds apart. Sure they were physically similar, but it was hard to tell with Emily's scarring. Plus, as terrible racist as it sounded, I thought a lot of the native american women looked alike.

"Leah's your cousin?"

The same look marred her already torn face, only adding to the sight of pain.

"Yeah. At the time...She and Sam were dating. But the moment he saw me,...well, you know."

I looked at her with obvious horror splashed across my face. She continued, either oblivious to my state, or choosing to ignore it.

"Whily we're on this subject, I might as well let you know what happened to my face."

I gasped, puzzle pieces falling into place.

"Sam"

My voice was a ragged whisper that barely registered in my own ears.

She nodded sadly

"How could he- I thought- the imprint"

"The imprint was the reason it happened."

I gasped again, wow how Days of Our Lives could I get. When she realized her mistake, she quickly corrected herself.

"It was an accident, of course, when he tried to explain it to me I told him he was a jack-ass, tat he couldn't posslble love me, that he was disgusting and I haed what he was doing to my cousin. It was too much, he loved me, but he's explained that his wolf was howling in agony, beggin him to claim me. Before he could stop it, it rose to the surface, he lost it."

Her voice had become quite, almost a whisper.

"After that, he wanted to die, wanted to kill himself. At this point, even despite Leah, I could see what a toll this had taken on him. He sat at my bedside at the hospital morning and night, he wouldn't sleep for watching me. I couldn't refuse him. The imprint affected me to, after all. He was my perfect other half, my soul mate. After I accepted the imprint, I began to heal rapidly. The doctors told me that they expected the scarring to be much worse, that I was lucky my injuries were healing so well. If I remember correctly he almost phased on the spot when the doctor used the word 'lucky'."

At this point her quiet voice started to crack and she chuckled listlesly.

"Me and Leah used to be like sisters, best friends, but now..."

Her voice trailed off.

"Imprinting is horribe."

My voice was flat, emotionless. My statement blunt.

She looked up, suprised, wiping a tear from her eye she started

"I know it seems-"

I cut her off

"Paul doesn't want to love me. He had to. This freaky wolf shit is making him drawn to my fucking genes so he can have good wolf babies, but ME, I'm not even his type. According to Jake, Collin, and Brady, he's into trashy blond bimbos. My genes may be great, but he got stuck with a fucked up trailer trash whore who gets off getting thrown from motorcycles. I've gotta het outta here."

Emily tried to stop me as I rushed through my room grabing up my shit and shoving it in my bag. I took a 20 and threw it on the bed.

"For te clothes I'm wearing"
I hastilly explained. She planted herself firmy in front of me.

"Ace. Leaving WON'T break the imprint, if anything, it'll make it stronger. Paul will follow you to the end of the world, it doesn't matter if you go, because he'll just go with you."

I bit my lip hard, drawing blood, trying to keep the tears down and my voice from breaking.

"And what happens when he finds me, huh? He flips his shit and mauls my because I don't wanna have his babies?"

Emily inhaled sharply and a look of pain flashed acros her face.

"Shit! I'm so sorry Emily, see what I mean, I'm just a fuck-up who hurts people and myself."

"No, it's okay", she said calmly. "I just wanted you to know that you leaving won't change how Paul feels"

I leaned against the wall and slumped down into a ball on the floor. Covering my face with my hands, I began to weep.

PAUL

I was on patrols with Embry when I heard Leah's thought

'Wow, that girl's fucked up. It woulf be Paul who imprinted on her'

I growled but it got caught in my throat when I saw a scene play through leah's mind, it was one she had just observed at Emily's.

I was in horror. After Emily explained her own story and scars, my imprint was terrified. It was taking everything I had not to think a deragatory thought towards Emily. I knew from personal experience that a bad though about am imprint had swift and cruel justice.

Once, shortly after Jared had imprinted on Kim, I had thought in passing that she was weak, and wondered why Jared had imprinted on someone that couldn't stand up for anything, let alone herself. He had attacked...well...like a wolf. And I had earned a few fucking broken bones. I could only imagine what my alpla would do to me if I got into the position again, even in my wolf form I shuddered.

It was just then I heard a partcular line of the conversation.

"He got stuck with a fucked up trailer trash whore who gets off getting thrown from motorcycles. I've gotta get outta here"

NO! HELL NO! FUCK NO! Is that what she thought of herself. Didn't she realise she was the single most important thing in my world? I started running. When I was within a few hundered yards of Emily's house I heart it, my imprints sobbing. I snarled, that sound shouldn't exist. I'm here, on this earth, to make sure she's happy. My entire purpose for living was centered around one thing, HER!

REVIEW! (maybe you'll cheer Ace up) oh and p.s let me know what you think of her pic, is it how you pictured her?