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"I want to know which wolf was which person. You know, what does everyone look like when they morph. And… I also want to know…what imprint means."

He smiled at me. "Of course you want to know." He leaned back on his elbows. "Okay…"

"I was patrolling, on neutral grounds, when I saw the big vampire guy on our territory."

"Emmett?"

"Yeah, whatever. I chased him for a bit, and we came right past our house. So I told the others where he was heading towards."

"The place where Emmett wrecked my car, right?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I caught up with him, and met him in that clearing near your house. At first we just talked about things. He was nice enough. But then he said something about Bella. And whenever that starts, there's bound to be problems."

The way I looked at him must have showed that I was really confused, because he started to explain.

"See, Bella was going out with a leech, and he left her for some reason, so Bella came to Jacob. He comforted her, and they fell in love. But her and the leech boy got back together. When they married, it was too much for Jacob. He left. We still hear from him sometimes, but he tries to keep away from here as much as he can. Anyways, he said something about Bella and Jacob, and then he said 'dogs can't keep their girls. Not without disfiguring them anyway.' That's when I flipped."

I thought about what I had heard about Emily. I hadn't met her, but apparently Sam had morphed and accidentally slashed her across the face, scarring her.

He continued, "We fought… some other vampires came, and some of the pack showed up as well. Then you distracted us, and the big bloodsucker dude…Emmett or something" he added with a wary look in my direction. "He just slashed out at you. He realized what he was doing at the last minute, and tried to pull away… he almost slashed your throat, but instead he got your arm."

I nodded, that made sense. "Where is he now?"

"No one knows. He ran off after he got you, and no one's seen him since." Seeing my worried look, he reassured me. "But he'll be fine. He's a bloodsucker. They're like cockroaches. No matter what you do, you can't get rid of them."

Noticing that that didn't really help, he tried again. "He'll be fine, there's not much out there that could hurt a vampire. Especially not one as big as him."

I smiled at him. The sun was shining onto his shirtless body, illuminating him, and making his hair shine. His blue eyes were focused on mine, and I felt I was being pulled into them.

I pulled my eyes away, and looked at the sky. The clouds were parted slightly, and I could see some of the blue sky. It was the same color as his eyes…

"Your second question, what do the pack look like when they morph."

His velvety voice broke me out of my silence. "Yeah."

"Well, you saw Sam, the huge black one… the smaller one, with the silver color, that's Leah. And the plain brown one was me, of course."

"You're not plain!" I exclaimed, not really thinking. "Your coat is the prettiest color, like the sand on a beach, on a sunny day." My eyes were becoming unfocused as I imagined the scene. "It's like…" I noticed him looking at me. My mouth curled into a wicked grin. "Your fur is like…"

He leaned forward slightly.

"….Peanut butter."

He fell flat on his face. I laughed, and he looked at me darkly. I stopped laughing, and my face changed to one of wide eyed innocence.

"…peanut butter? That's the best thing you could think of?"

I grinned at him. "I thought it fitted into the moment."

He rolled his eyes at me, and I laid on my back, with my head resting on my hands.

"What's imprinting?" I asked. I had heard of it a couple of times, and I had no idea what it was.

He was propped up on one elbow, looking at me. "Where did you hear people say imprint?"

"Well…" I tried to remember. "The first time I talked to you. When you showed up naked in my house, remember?"

"Kind of hard to forget."

"The first thing you said to me was 'imprint'. And then after, when I met Sam, he said I was your imprint."

He nodded for me to continue

"But of course, he only said it after he scared the crap outta me. And then at the Cullen's house, when Bella asked if I was your imprint and you said yes. So I wanna know what an imprint is."

He looked at me, something I couldn't recognize in his eyes. "Imprinting is something powerful. Something almost unexplainable. It's… It's like gravity, but stronger. It's difficult to explain." He took a deep breath and started again. "Werewolves are blessed with a gift. We know when we've found our…our soul mates."

His eyes were fixed on mine as he explained.

"See, when we see our soul mate, we know it. I've heard it described before, but it's so different really. There's no way to describe it. When I first saw you, something clicked inside of me."

My eyes widened. I couldn't believe he was telling me this. I stayed where I was, I don't think I would have been able to move, even if I wanted to. He moved closer to me.

"I…" his voice was husky, and it flowed around me like dark chocolate. "I don't think…"

He came even closer, and in a sudden movement, he was laying on top of me, his face inches from mine.

"I don't think I could live without you Katie."

His face inched down. I could feel his breath on my face. His eyes looked into mine, and the heat of his body was seeping into mine.

His lips touched mine, and my heart stopped beating. They were soft, and warm like the rest of him.

I instinctively pressed myself to him, trying to get closer than we already were.

He suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing, and jumped off me. When I sat up, I was sorely missing the heat from his body, and he was sitting in front of me, facing away from me.

"Seth…"

He turned to face me, his blue eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry Katie… I shouldn't have done that. I just couldn't help it. You were laying there, and you just looked so beautiful, and I just couldn't..." he trailed off, looking at the ground.

I got up and sat next to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, reveling in the heat. I smiled at him, and trailed my hand down his face. My sun bronzed skin contrasted with his naturally dark skin. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my face up.

"You don't mind?"

As he asked this, I realized. I really didn't mind. I didn't mind at all.

I shook my head lightly, and he bent his face to mine once more…

--Again..thanks 2 tashie, my story buddy--