Keep running. Keep going. Keep far away from her.

The thoughts play through my mind. I can't stop thinking about her. And not just about the fact that I can hurt her.

"Out of all of us you're the worst at controlling yourself…"

That piece of shit. Out of everyone in the pack, he's the member I like the least. And yet by some twisted reality, I wind up imprinting on one of his sisters.

Rachel.

I remember every thought I had of her before I saw her on the beach today. I can recall all of the memories. Every last one.

It's funny, how once the imprint happens it flips on the switch but you're still left with how you used to feel and how you used to be before you ever saw her in that light. I know because I've seen it play out and felt it in the other's who've imprinted head's.

For Sam, it fucks him up. For obvious reasons. Imprinting on your girlfriend's cousin, trying not to love her…to fight the instinct telling you to be with her…and being able to remember all the times you saw her and never thought much of her. But now she's your entire world.

How fucking horrible that shit is to carry for a man like Sam. He loved Leah. Still loves her. But the imprint tells him he doesn't love her enough. The imprint tells him he can't choose to deny his new mandated love for Emily. Even if he wanted to.

For Jared it was simpler. He didn't even know Kim existed really. Never thought of her. And now she's all he can think about. The only girl that matters.

As if he hadn't been blowing through some other pussy the night before he decided to not play hooky from school just to get his mom off his back a little bit. And that's when he saw Kim again by chance. But this time saw her I guess "for the first time". I didn't care how he described it to me back then. I was just pissed I'd lost him to this fucking curse that comes with being able to be a wolf.

And I'll be lying if I say that I ever thought this imprint shit would happen to me, too. I was having a good time with the other parts that came with being one of the ones in the tribe with the gene. Like, the fact that I can get any girl I want now.

Seriously.

How fun it was before Jared got picked for the imprint curse. All he and I have to do is walk into a bar, fuck getting id'd, and women would flock to us. I learned the joys of sex the moment I first shifted.

Women can't get enough. And similarily to Jared before he imprinted on Kim, I'd just got through with a blonde hiker who was visiting the area and wanted some company in her camper. It kills me to think that just because I am now part of this curse too, I'll no longer want to look at any other woman.

Because honestly, I can't get enough of it. The sex, the lust, the prize of bedding woman after woman. I love it.

But now…

All of that to finally be told that I can only have one pussy for the rest of my life.

Fuck.

Why did I ever think about going down to that beach today? I knew something was off. I just had this strong urge. Like a pull, to head down that way. I never usually go to the beach to just sit and watch the waves. I'm more of a bonfire and beer kind of guy.

That should have been my first clue that I was about to get trapped.

Now look at me…

A simp.

Just like the rest of them.

And to Rachel Black of all the females on this rez.

The nerdy, bespectacled Black sister. I remember throwing things at her because we could and she was just so weird. No one could blame you for picking on her. Besides the fact that her mom was dead. That's the only thing that got her some sympathy, other than that she was fair game to make fun of because she made herself an easy target by isolating herself and being a bitch.

Now the other one, the hot sister…well, if I had imprinted on her maybe this would be a different story. I wouldn't feel so pissed off that my freedom is taken away. I could be locked to a piece of ass like that. Even at twelve I knew Rebecca Black was one of the hottest older girls on the reservaton. How many wet dreams had I had featuring her in them?

But no.

Our ancestors decided the other one is for me. The prude. Does she even know how to give a blow job? How can I stay loyal and committed to a woman who barely opens her mouth to talk let alone open her legs?

I'm already wishing I was back with the blonde tourist in her camper, now that I'm thinking about all the cold, sexless nights I'm bound to suffer due to being betrothed to Rachel Black. Thanks, ancestors. I know I'm a dick but do I really deserve to be this punished?

It's easier to realize the reality of what's happening to me when I'm farther away from her. I feel like myself again, but I can still feel it…This new, annoying voice in me like the one that told me to go to the beach…

Pulling at me to turn back around. Go to her.

Shut the fuck up.

I'm shaking because I can't seem to turn it off. It's like a pain. Although I know if I go back to be near her again, I'll lose myself even more. I won't be able to think clearly. Because all I'll be thinking about is how much I love a girl I've never even once looked twice at. Other than to make fun of her for being so freaking weird.

I don't want to shift. If I do, I'll just hear the rest of the packs voices.

And right now the only voice I want to hear is my own.

I sit down on the ground in the woods. I try to deep breath a few times like Sam's been teaching me.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

Shit.

I see her face.

Bloodied.

My own blood boils.

I need to go back and kill Jacob. He really hurt her. I can't believe I let him live after that.

But at that moment all I could think about was getting her bleeding to stop. I see her face in my head with her soft, almond shaped eyes. The way she looked at me that entire time, inquistive and searching. And the funny thing is I could hear everything she was thinking to herself. Just like I could when I was down at the beach and I looked into her eyes for the first time.

I wanted to answer her questions. To tell her everything. But how could I? I was too scared that she would run away. And for some reason, me not talking to her made her do exactly that.

How do you explain that, "Hey. You're mine thanks to genetics, nature, and the spirit of our ancestors" without freaking a girl out anyway? Or getting a restraining order filed on you.

Sam seemed to have it pretty easy with Emily. She's deeply connected to the tribe and it's history. She believes in all of the magic that our culture teaches us we are. Even before she ever knew that our stories were real.

With Jared, well it was simple because Kim had already been secretly in love with him. So, to her it was like fate. She didn't need any convincing or proof to accept the imprint.

But with Rachel?

I know she won't accept our situation. I know she won't accept the reality of what our people are. And bottom line is I know she won't accept me.

Fuck.

I hate that the imprint keeps taking over. Making me think that I love her or want her or need her. Fuck her.

I was just fine without her before I imprinted on her. And I'll continue to be fine even if Jacob wants to keep her from me. I'll just prove it to everyone that just because you imprint, doesn't mean you have to accept it.

I'll be the first of our people to break tradition. What else do they expect from me? To just lay down and give in to this shit?

Fuck that.

No fucking way.

Now my rage and anger turns into determination. Fuck this imprint. I'll fight it. Jacob Black can keep his shitty sister. And the ancestors can keep their shitty pick of a mate for me.

I look angrily up at the sky, the rage is taking over to the point where I can't help it.

I snarl and shift.

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