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Last chapter was a mild introduction to the focus of this story: Seth and Amaya.
The story will flow in a similar fashion to last chapter with one part Seth and one part Amaya usually reflecting similar time periods. Occasionally I will go back and forth or repeat a scene from the other's point of view. If you have trouble keeping up let me know and I will try to do a better job separating.
Seth was in a bad mood. His whole day had started off wrong when his truck refused to start. He'd had to call Jake to look at the hulking contraption. It was a lost cause. The beast was dead. He got a ride into Forks with Jake. He had been brooding over his paperwork ever since.
Charlie came back from a town meeting and grabbed a cup of coffee. He didn't speak and Seth was too preoccupied to fill the silence.
He'd been working with his step-father, Charlie Swan, for almost a year now. He'd gone to college, commuting to Seattle every day so he wouldn't miss anything with the pack. He had a hard time figuring out what to do with himself. He thought long and hard before he realized that protecting people was who he was. Charlie hadn't hesitated in hiring him.
Some people wouldn't be able to stand the quiet town of Forks. They didn't even have a real speed trap, never mind any real police action. But Seth liked the quiet days balanced with pack nights.
Charlie knew what he was and so he rarely had to work nights at the station. So long as he didn't go into detail about his exploits Charlie was cool about it. But he still hadn't quite recovered from Jake's furry revelation after Renesmee was born.
Seth smiled as he remembered Charlie's expression, first at Jake removing his clothes and then the giant brown wolf that stood where his friend was. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. Charlie raised an eyebrow at him.
"What's funny?" "Something Jake did. How did the meeting go?" "Nothing new to report." The subject change was not subtle but Charlie knew not to press. Seth would tell him if he did and Charlie would regret it for weeks.
"I heard you had trouble getting in this morning." "Stupid truck died on me. Just rolled over and died. Jake brought me in." "Well you just drive the cruiser for now." "Thanks Charlie." "Sue's cooking tonight. Just us and our kids. She said she expects you there at six."
You didn't argue with Sue Clearwater. It didn't matter who or what you were. You just don't argue with Sue. "I'll be there." "Like you had a choice." They lapsed into silence for a minute before Charlie spoke again, "Oh, that new girl is coming in on Monday to test the waters. Don't be surprised when you see her." "Is she hideous?" "You'll see."
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Finally, everything was where it belonged. For taking so long it sure didn't look like she had much. There were no pictures to hang and no television. Her clothes didn't fill the closet even though it was small. What she did have was so carefully organized you'd think you were on a military base.
Over the years she had learned to live on a bare minimum basis and how to get out in a hurry. Still, she would have to get some furniture. She didn't know how long she would be in this sleepy little town and she wasn't going to sleep on the floor.
She grabbed her sweater and keys and headed out. She needed to buy groceries anyway.
Forks was definitely a small town. Everything was locally owned. No big, standard corporations full of generic pre-made furniture. But there was a second-hand store and a unique hand-carved furniture place. Amaya went for the first and came out with a stool so she could sit at her kitchen counter and a queen bed frame and mattress. She looked at all of it and wondered how she was going to get it home.
"We deliver." "Great!" She rattled off the address and decided the ancient brown couch would work too. "It will be there about six." "Just enough time to go shopping. Thanks."
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Seth looked at the clock. Time for dinner.
He felt guilty. He'd meant to stop in and see his Mom earlier this week and had made excuses not to.
She would forgive him. She always did. But she would also know why he hadn't stopped by.
His mother loved him and wanted to see him happy. And he wasn't miserable. But he still hadn't found his one. After Sam and his sister Leah, no one would suggest that he date someone that wasn't his imprint. Seth would never hurt someone on purpose and he knew that if she wasn't his destined mate eventually he would hurt her.
Sue wished he could be happy. Seth wanted that too. It was hard to be around that much hope and longing.
Still, he pulled into the driveway at six on the dot and started making his way to the front door when someone's rather loud cursing had him heading around the side of the house to the backyard.
He expected to see his sister jumping up and down and throwing things. He had definitely not been expecting what he saw.
She was beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking. With her long silver-blonde hair and curves that made you want to take her into your arms.
When she looked up and their eyes met, something shifted inside him all at once. Suddenly it wasn't gravity tying him to this place. It was her.
MINE
Her continued frustrated string of vulgarity brought him back to earth.
I know I usually end with Amaya's POV but I like a little change every now and again.