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We sat down on Emily's couch. Paul was about to explain to me about werewolves. My emotions were running haywire. Plus I was still recovering from my spaz-attack. I managed to only focus on what he was saying and not the way his lips were moving, while wishing they were connected to mine. I snapped out of my fantasy and listened to the legends, changing into the Spirit wolf, the cold ones and everything you need to know about being a wolf.
When he told me that the Cullen's were the cold ones, I flat out laugh in his face. My laugh is like a hyena, so it was not a pretty sight. My poor Paul was standing there helplessly, not knowing what to do. That only made me laugh harder than before. When Sam suggested that they sedate me I stopped trying to get the needle images out of my head. I hate needles, shots, anything sharp. Sam can be accounted for, for being on my hit list from now on.
Paul growled at him for even suggesting a thing like that. I smiled smugly at him, while he glared menacingly back. It didn't bother me though I knew he was playing.
"So the legends are really real?" I asked trying to confirm it all.
"Yes" Sam answered in the most calming voice ever, but had a sense of power in it. I was surprised Paul didn't answer; I guess he was preparing himself for another mental break-down/ crazy laugh from me.
"Whoo, I'm glad this part is over now we just have to deal with my dad and brothers." I said.
"What do you mean?" asked Paul.
"I mean that telling my dad and brothers that we are together, is going to be more trouble than telling me you were a werewolf."
I saw him visibly gulp and shake.
"What…" I asked. "Was I really that awful?" I inquired.
I looked around at everyone's faces, they were all grimacing.
"Well" said Emily, "It was quite a scare."
Next was Sam and obviously he agreed with Emily. Kim and Jared were silently laughing; waiting for another thing that might come out of my mouth. The new guy was looking at me curiously so I decided to make the first move.
"And may I ask who you are?" I said bluntly towards him. "I'm Rachel Channing." Sending him I hope a comforting smile.
"Embry Call." He said his voice lacking any emotion other than boredom, sending me a cold glare. Paul gave him a warning growl but I quickly shushed him.
"I'm sorry" I said to Embry.
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"It's obvious that you don't like being here, and you probably hate being a wolf, let me guess you left someone or people behind that you miss. It's okay to be upset but don't take it out on the people who are all you have now." I said being brutally honest.
He opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it not knowing what to say.
"I know it's tough but hang in there and sorry again if I'm crossing any lines here."
"No it's fine I needed that." He said showing me a real smile.
"Rachel, Hon?" Paul called out to me.
I looked up at his beautiful face, wondering how I could have ever given him up.
"There's more" he said nervously, like I would say no even though he's already told me everything. "When we become werewolves, we do a thing called imprinting. It's when we find our soul mate." He put in plain words.
"Oh" was all I said. I knew it was too good to be true. A silent tear went down my cheek, that's when a gentle finger wiped it away.
"Why are you upset?" Paul asked.
He looked in the direction of Emily and it's like a light bulb went off in his head.
"Babe, you know you're my imprint."
"You sure???" Embry said on my account, in a voice that didn't resemble mine at all. Paul snarled and glared daggers at him.
"Whoa, cool it hot head." I said at Paul.
He turned his head to stare at me and then cracked a smile at my lame excuse of a joke. Then kissed the top of my head lovingly.
"Come on lover-boy, time to tell the cavemen back at my house the good news." I said sarcastically while getting my butt off the couch making Paul get up with me.
He kept looking back towards the group, while I dragged (well tried) him towards the door. I think, well know that he's afraid that they would force him not to see me. Even though he would never admit it. That will never happen unless they want me angry with them. They know not to piss me off. Teenage hormones and they don't mix well together.
We walked hand in hand towards his truck; we were definitely not walking back. Paul was angry that I choose to walk alone to Emily's, when he found out he smashed a lamp and they call me dramatic.
He grasped my hand a little bit tighter but not too tight. I felt sparks of electrical energy coming off of us. It felt like hope. Hope for us, our lives, our future, and most of all, our love.
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