Look at him

Look at me

That boy is bad

And honestly

He's a wolf in disguise

But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes

That boy is a monster

Monster - Lady Gaga

Chapter 3: Doghouse

Brady

I kicked at a stone, watching with satisfaction as it flew in front of me nearly a hundred feet. Sometimes being supernatural brought simplistic joys along with it, and being good at almost anythingwas one of them.

"I hope Emily brought hot dogs...and chili...oh, and that mouth-watering melty cheese...I've been craving a chili-dog like crazy," Astin muttered beside me. I gave his arm a shove and watched him chuckle.

"You're always craving something. You're worse than me, Jesus," I grumbled, walking the short path to the beach.

"Yeah, but Emily knows the difference between good food and poor food," he argued, shaking his head at me.

"Poor food?"

"Yeah. You know, like the stuff you can afford to buy eighteen packages of even if you only have a dollar. Instant Ramen, Easy Mac, and all that rubbery tasting junk. Poor food."

I shook my head at my younger pack mate and felt a small pang of pity for him and his twin brother as we walked. Astin and his twin brother Aden were not known for being down on their luck and whining about their situation. It couldn't be easy to eat like a horse when you were as piss poor as they were, and that was one of the few things he had said that even came close to a complaint. The twins were good-natured for the most part and had decent heads on their shoulders for a couple of knuckleheads.

"Stop bitching," his brother muttered, mimicking my rock kicking behind me.

"I wasn't bitching. I was just sayin'," Astin laughed.

I hung my head as I walked with them to the beach. The two boys didn't have much of a home life; their mom died giving birth to them, and their father worked third shift at the local factory to make ends meet. He had rarely been around while they were growing up, so he had yet to notice that his two sixteen-year-old twin sons were gone most nights, doubling as werewolves for the last two years.

Feeling sorry for them, I had the twins hired as construction workers at my dad's company. It wasn't long before they started hanging around my house a lot, mooching food and companionship. You can't say I didn't feel bad for their lack of familial love though - I did. However, there wasn't anything more I could do for them other than what I already had. I knew they weren't ones to accept pity orcharity.

Honestly, they never had much to compare anything with. Their life had been food stamps and clothes from the goodwill since they were born. The good news was - neither of them were stupid; in fact, they were actually pretty witty guys that made me laugh sometimes, even when I didn't want to. They were annoying at times, however, as they tend to follow me around like lost puppies. Wolves my ass.

We walked the rest of the sandy path in amicable silence, all of us picturing Emily's famous campfire chili-dogs at that point. I hated to stereotype our pack mom of sorts into a simple pack cook, but...she was awesomeat it.

It was bonfire night; we had a major pack bonfire every spring, summer, and fall, and tonight was the first one we had thrown in a while. It had been a cold winter, and while we didn't mind the temperatures in the forties and fifties, some of the imprints certainly did. Luckily for us, this day in late March was almost perfect. The temperature had climbed up to almost seventy that day, which was uncharacteristic for La Push in the spring. The local high schools were also out for spring break this week, and I was hoping to take advantage of some of the local schoolgirls who might be attending the bonfire. My last tryst had been an entire month ago, and I was itching to find myself something warm and female to pursue tonight.

I'm such a dog, I thought with a laugh.

A couple of weeks had also passed since I last saw my parents. When I did go over to visit my mom, I made sure my dad was out of the house first. However, that was getting harder and harder to do, so I had just avoided the house altogether. I had laundry piled up to my ceiling, and I hadn't eaten a hot meal since the night I fought with my dad. I had seen him from afar a few times at work, but I wasn't about to cave and talk to him nicely first.

He had to come to me.

We made our way to the beach where the bonfire was just starting to take shape. I helped the twins unload a truckload of wooden pallets from the back of a truck before dousing it with lighter fluid. We laughed and jumped back as the flames erupted, lighting the beach up with its bright light.

"No matter what age you guys are, you all seem to be pyromaniacs," Emily quipped, carrying a cooler over to the picnic table. I smirked at her and went to grab the other one out of Sam's truck. "Oh, being nicetoday, Brady?" she asked with a bright smile.

"I'm never nice. I'm just less...mean. I may be an ass, but I do have a mother who taught me manners," I laughed, setting it down on the bench. "Besides...it's not the ladies I'm ever mean to. In fact...I'm known for being pretty nice to them," I added with a charming smirk and a wink.

"Such a charmer," she laughed, brushing the sand from her hands. "Don't let my husband see you flirting with me like that. You'll be grinning at me with a few less of those straight white teeth."

"Hey now," I joked, "I love you Emily, but I know you're spoken for."

"Good," she chuckled. I helped her set up the rest of the food, grinning at her when she rewarded me with a brownie. I stuffed it into my mouth and thanked her, wandering off to find myself a cold beer. I found one soon enough, cracking it open and taking a long sip. I wanted tonight to just be fun and relaxing. We usually had a good time at pack bonfires that weren't tribe meetings. None of the elders would show up until later, and on nights like tonight they wouldn't tell the long, serious stories. Instead, they would tell some of the lighter, funnier ones about our tribe and its history.

Nice and light. That was the theme of tonight. Forget about my arrogant father and just have fun.I sighed, crunching the already empty beer can against my palm. I would have to keep myself somewhat in check tonight; I was due to start the new side job my dad had lined up for me the next morning. As much as I wanted to flounce it just to piss him off, I knew that the money would be nice, and besides, Ian wasn't too bad. He was an architect that had just moved back here from California and was actually a pretty laid-back guy. He was the architect for the project we were working on full time, and he seemed to be alright - I figured doing some side work for him wouldn't be too bad of a deal. I had spent the last few months going over the cost of materials and sketches with him before we finally struck up an agreement on the construction of his new garage. He lived on the edge of Forks in what I'm sure was a nice house; I was just happy he had agreed to pay me the amount I had asked for on the first bid.

As darkness fell over First Beach, I watched as more and more of my pack brothers showed up, most of them with imprints in tow.

Suckers.

None of those imprinted fools belonged to themselves anymore. I bet they didn't even know why they were so happy. Something in their genes told them they were content to be in the company of some girl and bam! and so it was.

Walking over to get a fresh beer, I narrowly avoided Seth and his imprint, Regan. I had slept with her one night at a party, only to have Seth imprint on her hours later. That was my first mistake. Looking back, it had been an asinine thing to do. Honestly, she was a nice girl. Petite, curvy, long dark hair and amazing eyes...I'd be lying if I said she wasn't my type. Physically she was exactly the type of girl I normally went for so when she wandered into my party last year...I did. She had been a little wild when she first moved to Forks, and I admit I had taken advantage of her. When she showed up at my party last year, she was sweet and quiet and more than a little lost. I liked her immediately. However, I had inevitably allowed my asshole side to take over after more than my share of alcohol, and we ended up sleeping together an hour later. Then about five second after that, she left my room after I said something awful to her and Seth had imprinted on her.

Talk about an 'oh shit' moment.

Needless to say, Seth was not my biggest fan when he found out. Not that I blamed him - I deserved every ounce of wrath he threw my way. I was angry with myself for being such an ass to her, but of course, I took it out on her instead of myself. I had tried avoiding Regan like the plague for the last six months, but I knew I was bound to run into her sooner or later. Well, I did. And true to form...I behaved like an asshole to her. One snide comment directed her way that day had prompted Seth to attempt to rearrange my face with his fist. I wanted to keep all my teeth tonight, so I knew they would be the couple to avoid.

"Quit sulking," I chided Embry, who was slumped over the picnic table. He growled low in his chest, his dark eyes burning into mine with a menacing look.

"Touchy touchy," I grumbled, giving him a slap on the shoulder. I sat down next to him and grabbed a hot dog, jamming it onto a stick and holding it over the fire. "Want one?"

He shrugged in response, grunting something quietly. I shook my head and roasted my hot dog, pitying him. I hoped I would never look that miserable because of a girl.

"Starving yourself won't make her come back dude," I said to him.

He grumbled something incoherent and looked the other way.

Wrinkling my nose, I turned toward a strange new scent on the beach. I could pick up the scent of a variety of cologne and perfume worn by the attendees and even the heady scent of lighter fluid as it burned with the driftwood and pallets. However...this was quiet different. Like brown sugar mixed with...green apples?

Yes, definitely apples,I decided.

What on earth was that?

I stood up from the picnic bench, jamming the handle of the stick I was using to roast a hot dog into Embry's confused hand. I barely noticed anything else as I walked toward the scent, my eyes wide and my brain drawing a complete blank. It was a sweet smell, not like a vampire or anything - yet I had never smelled anything like it.

My ears listened carefully as I wove in and out of the crowd that was huddled around the bonfire, listening for anything that could be off. My pack brothers gave me some strange looks as I moved around them with wide eyes. A couple of the younger guys were staring at someone across the fire, but the large flames kept me from seeing what they were all gawking at.

I spied Quil's imprint, Claire, and we met eyes. "Incoming," she coughed under her breath. My heart sped up as I realized she was not just standing with Regan but also someone else. Someone small, blonde...and...laughing...and...

I felt like someone had pulled a rug out from underneath my feet. My heart stopped in my chest only to resume beating with a new purpose. The breaths that left and entered my chest were now not just for me...but also for her. I felt myself drawn toward her like I was a starving man, and she was a feast. A feast I had waited twenty-four years for.

My body moved toward her on its own accord. Turn around...turn around...turn around, I silently begged. Ignoring Claire and Regan's incredulous stares, I moved around to the front of her so that I could get a good look.

Bright blue eyes greeted my own. Walking closer and closer, I blew off the surprise that registered in them as I unwittingly moved too close to her, encroaching into her personal space. I was probably freaking her out, but...I just had to be near her. The draw was inexplicable, and nothing from my shared pack memories with the other wolves could have prepared me for how I finally felt after letting my eyes rest on her, just seconds before.

My imprint.

My...wait, what was her name?

The melodic tone coming from her mouth stopped mid-sentence as her eyes widened and her tan cheeks reddened slightly. Her small, pear-shaped face turned to shock and then confusion as I stood in front of her with my hand out.

Take my hand. Touch me. Just please...take my hand, and tell me your name.

"Um, hi?" she asked, her gaze curious.

I felt a dopey smile cover my face as she spoke, her first words directed at me. She was talking to me. I took a deep breath of her fresh, sugar-laced green apple scent.

"I'm Brady," I offered, sticking my hand closer to her. She looked down at it in surprise, her blue eyes a little shocked.

She was breathtaking. Her small, pixie-like features stayed a bit confused as she took my hand in hers and shook it. A warm jolt of pleasant shock ran up my arm, encasing my heart with it's steely cables. I felt everything melt away as her skin molded to mine; my hatred for who I was, my loyalty to my pack, and my frustration toward my father. Nothing else mattered.

Nothing but her.

Claire's harsh whisper broke through my trance, waking me up. "Is he on drugs or what?" she hissed to Regan. Regan shrugged, her eyes wide as she stared at me. But I didn't care.

Like I said...nothing else mattered now. I had imprinted. With an invisible hand, this girl...this blonde angel...reached out and put a stranglehold on my heart. Her sparkling blue eyes reached into my soul and put it into a vice grip that wouldn't budge. Ever. It was so strange...I had just met this girl, yet I knew I would do anything...be anything - for her. This feeling easily trumped any of the previous feelings I had chased in the past with just one simple blink of her long eyelashes - being high, being drunk, getting off - nothing compared to seeing her smile.

"I'm Lexi," the Goddess finally spoke. I felt my knees get a little wobbly as she released my hand and gave me a little nose wrinkle. "And you are...Brady?"

Perfection.

I felt myself nod as her eyes turned downward, flicking to Regan who was still standing there, dumbfounded.

"Um...nice to meet you. You're pretty nice...for a jerk," she replied, sitting back on her hip. Her arms crossed in a defiant motion. I felt my stomach plummet out of my ass as I stood there in shock.

Fuck.

My jaw dropped open as I took in her change of stance and demeanor. Her sweet, charming little voice had taken on a harsh tone and her eyes narrowed. She was pissed.

"I...I..."

Fuck!

I could barely form words as I stood in front of her, rooted to the ground. What the hell was I supposed to do now?Her eyebrow moved in another menacing mannerism before she opened her mouth to spew more poison at me.

"No, you listen here, jerk. I know who you are, and you're a pathetic excuse for a man. You mess with my friends, you mess with me. Like I wouldn't figure out which 'Brady' you are. Psh! Nice try. Now go back to the sewer you crawled out of, you atrocious rat!"

People stopped and stared, conversations halting and all eyes on us. I felt my face go slack as my imprint doled out what was surely a deserving, man-hating proverbial slap in the face. She had verbally handed my ass back to me and called me by what I was - a rat. I felt my heart shattering into pieces as I realized my imprint hated me to the core.

"Um...um..." I still couldn't speak. What do you say after someone says something like that to you, your imprint no less?

"That's right," she snapped quickly, giving me a stern looking once-over. "Get lost. No dogs allowed."
That was all I could handle as my stomach started churning badly. I turned away, my face flushed with heat and embarrassment. My heart was pounding in my ears, but all I could hear were her final words as I stumbled away.

"No, Regan. You told me how he is. I wouldn't want anything to do with him. Ever!"

So that was it. She never wanted anything to do with me. My own stupid actions had alienated me from her before we had ever even met. This was irony at its worst. I felt sick to my stomach as I pushed past my pack brothers, who were now staring at me with concern etched on their faces. I felt my breathing increase as the conscious part of my brain tried to keep me from phasing right there on the beach. I stumbled up the dark path, my throbbing heart so utterly shattered that I was barely able to put one foot in front of the other.

Angry, vicious heat seared up my veins making my spine tremor and quake. I clenched my fists as I jogged up the path from the beach, my vision so red I could barely see straight. I was powerless now; rage was going to make the wolf burst forth without my consent, something that hadn't happened to me since I was past the stage of a young newly phased wolf. I burst into wolf form, feeling the change sinking into my bones. The feeling that usually soothed me did nothing this time. I was completely inconsolable and at the mercy of my tumultuous emotions.

My imprint hated me. I had done this to myself; the price of being an uncaring asshole was now staring in my face. And what's worse, I deserved it.

Of course she hates me, I thought bitterly.

My own selfish actions that had driven me to use Regan were now coming around to bite me in the ass - again. As if getting my face rearranged by Seth wasn't bad enough, I now had to live with the idea that my imprint hated me because of what I had done.

I couldn't blame her - she had every right to. I was a dog in every sense of the word. The irony didn't escape me as I ripped through the forest, seeing red at every turn. This anger was so different! I usually had someone to blame it on, someone else to point the finger at. But no...I could only be upset with myself. I had done this. I was the reason that beautiful girl despised me.

I slid to a halt at the cliffs spying the bonfire below, several miles down the beach. Taking a few deep breaths of the salty air, I tried my best to calm down and breathe. I would never be able to phase back at this point - I couldn't remember being so fucking pissed off.

Nothing sucks more than knowing you're the person who caused your own misery.

I take that back - wanting someone you just met so badly was horrible too. I didn't even know why I liked her so much. My genes told me that she was the one for me. They reminded me of that by making my chest ache badly with a gut-twisting pull back toward the beach.

No! I thought. I wouldn't give into it. I wouldn't do it.

But I wanted her.

Mine.

Growling, I slid to the ground with a thump. Jared was the wolf with the best eyesight, and I wished I had his gift right now. Squinting my wolf eyes, I tried my best to locate her on the sandy shore a few miles away. Fuck.I couldn't see a thing. Why couldn't I have just kept my cool and stayed put? At least then I could have watched her some more. Maybe learned some more about her. But no. I had to run away in a huff like the little pussy I was.

Fuck me.

I woke up the next morning on the forest floor. I had been so pissed off the night before that I couldn't calm down enough to phase back. Just that fact alone still had me reeling. This girl hated me like poison, yet she had complete control over me! I had lost all power over myself and I hated it.

Standing up, I slowly trudged the distance back to my house. The pre-dawn light illuminated the forest as I slid from the bushes into the unkempt yard. I phased back with a grunt, sliding onto two legs with ease. After a quick shower and a bowl of cereal that made me queasy, I was on my way to work.

Because no matter how fucking pissed I was, this architect still needed his fucking carriage house.

I drove over to the address that was scratched on yesterday's gas station coffee cup, navigating down the winding lane. I came across a charming colonial style home that sat on a large plot of land. The house looked like someone had picked it up and plopped it together with the yard into the dense Olympic forest. It was recently renovated judging by the stark white siding and black shutters that practically shined even in the foggy morning light. A makeshift carport had been set up on the side of the house, and I guessed this was where my work was going to start.

I jumped out of my old truck and rang the doorbell, faking a charming smile as Ian opened the door.

"Oh, Brady, good to see you," he greeted me. "I didn't expect you so early son. Well, why don't I show you where to start."

I followed him to the back of the yard where he wanted the building. With his help, I mapped out where the main building would lie, along with a sidewalk and an area on the side for additional parking. I made plans for concreting and retreated to my truck for more materials to start with the framing. I was on the side of the house surveying the lumber when I heard Ian talk again.

"Lexi, come back here and meet Brady. He'll be working on the carriage house," he said as the door opened.

Then it happened.

The breeze shifted, and suddenly, I was hit with the new yet hauntingly familiar scent of green apples and sweetness as it wafted out the door. My chest contracted as the invisible hold she already had on my heart tightened. My head jerked up and seconds later, my eyes met with the same blue eyes from the night before. My heart stopped beating for a second as I got over the shock of seeing her again.

My imprint.

"Dad, it's called a garage. What's the 'carriage house' thing about? We don't have a freaking carriage!"

I felt my face go slightly slack as she pranced out of the house in her pajama pants and tattered zip up sweatshirt, her golden hair tied up in a ponytail. She slid to a halt at the bottom of the steps only to slam into Ian's back as her eyes met mine again. I burst out laughing as she scrambled back, her blue eyes wide and expressive.

"Whoa, you alright?" he asked, wheeling around. She blushed and nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, um, fine. Sorry Dad," she offered. "Crap," she swore under her breath.

Fuck.This guy was her dad? Had she already told him everything - about how I was a dog, how I had wronged her friend, and how I had made an ass of myself at the party? I began to panic as I stopped laughing, realizing I could be in serious trouble.

I straightened up and gave him my best convincing grin as she got herself together. He gave her a cautious look before turning back to me. "This is my daughter, Alexandra," he said politely, gesturing to her.

"Lexi," she corrected, her eyes darting up to his. He nodded, shrugging at me helplessly.

"Lexi," he relented, rolling his eyes. "Anyhow, this is my daughter. If you see her poking around the house, she belongs here. Not a burglar or an axe murderer," he added, putting his arm around her and pulling her close.

"Dad," she growled under her breath.

"Oh relax pumpkin. People are nicer here - small town, remember?"

Lexi just rolled her eyes.

I smirked to myself with satisfaction. Such a feisty kitten she was.I swallowed and nodded, giving him another polite smile. I had to charm the socks off of this guy if he was going to let me anywhere near his daughter. Lexi seemed to read my thoughts. Her eyes darted up to mine as she glared at me from behind her father's shoulder. Okay, I take that back. I was going to have to charm the socks off of her if I wanted...well, anything.

"Brady will be building our carriage house for the next ten weeks," he explained over his shoulder, gesturing to the area I had already mapped out.

"It will take him that long?" she quipped, crossing her arms.

"Maybe longer," I chimed in, giving her a dazzling smile. She didn't look pleased.

"Lexi," he chided, "er, you can whip up a few sandwiches for Brady's lunch, right? Least we can do is feed the poor guy if he'll be hanging around here. Patrick and I will be in the city for the day looking at siding samples," he said. "Finding something that matches the house and can withstand all this rain and moisture at a reasonable cost will be such a chore."

The side door from what I assumed was the kitchen opened, and out came another man, this one taller with darker, wavy hair. He stopped by Lexi's father, giving him a warm smile. "Leave that to me. I have a way with dealers. We'll get that siding, and we'll get it at a fraction of the cost, you'll see."

Lexi's father rolled his eyes and turned back to me. "This is Patrick my erm...he also...lives here," he finished awkwardly. Patrick gave him a pat on the shoulder and a reassuring grin before making his way over to the small sport utility parked in the driveway.

"We'll be back before dinner, sweetie. Be good," Ian said, dropping a kiss on her temple. He patted her back before following the other man to the car. They got in, driving away with a happy wave.

"Fun place," I observed, unsure of what else to say. "Nice house, how long have you three lived here?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped, crossing her arms again. I chuckled at her fiery demeanor, already completely entertained by her sass. This girl could dish it out. I was, of course, impressed.

"Um, what's what supposed to mean? I just asked how the three of you have lived here. Not trying to get your panties in a twist."

She cocked her head and glared again, her gaze fierce. "The three of us have lived here since January, thank you. Do you have some sort of problem with our living arrangement? Because so far everyone here has been nice. Although it wouldn't surprise me if you turned out to be the first homophobic bigot."

"What? I..." Suddenly, it became clear what she meant. She lived there with those two men - one was her dad and the other was..."

"That's right," she said icily, watching as I pieced it together.

"Oh, I...I wasn't making a big deal of that. So you have two dads? That's...cool. No, I was just being...nosy, I guess. Trust me...I'm an equal opportunity asshole."

Her frown eased up, and I saw a glimmer of a smile grace her pink lips. "So you admit you're an asshole then?"

I felt my cheeks turn hot as my imprint once again put me in my place. "Uh, yeah. Shit...I...I guess. Yes, are you happy? I'm an asshole. I'm not a bigot. Especially not when it comes to...that," I said casually, picking up my shovel. Her eyes followed me as I walked over to the area we had sectioned off. I needed something to do before I talked more and really got myself into trouble.

"You can say it. Gay. My dad is gay. It's not a bad word."

"I never said it was," I laughed nervously, gripping the handle in my hands. "Like I said, I'm cool with whatever. I mean...love is love."

She rolled her eyes at my antics and shook her head, her ponytail bobbing slightly. "You don't have to be an overkill. Whatever. I'm going inside. Ring when you want lunch," she muttered, pointing to the doorbell on the side of the house. I nodded cockily, trying my best to appear cool and mysterious as she turned and went back into the house. The door slammed shut and I was left alone.

"Hmph," I grunted to myself, returning to work. My side job that had begun as a hassle had become a blessing in disguise. Now I was able to see where my imprint lived, meet and get to know her dad...dads...and most importantly, have an excuse to hang around and protect her.

I frowned at the foreign thought. I had never been possessive of a female before in my life. Wanting them was one thing - that was for sport. But needing one? The idea was completely new to me. I never needed girls. If they were around, great. But I had never been what you would call particularly 'loyal' to one - ever. Being loyal meant being open, and around, and...dependable. That was never something I was good at. Because once you opened yourself up to something like that, bad things always happened. I had seen it before - once you expose yourself to another human being...you're just that. Exposed. Open. Waiting to be hurt. Rejected.

I wanted no part of that.

I grunted as I speared the earth with my shovel, digging the hole for the footings. I didn't want an imprint, but now that I had one, I understood how the pull to her would be hard to resist. Did I even want to? If I gave into the imprint, I thereby gave that girl inside that house the right to practically own my body and soul. I couldn't deny her. I could, but I had witnessed firsthand the pain and utter discomfort that could cause a wolf.

Fuck me.I was dammed if I did and damned if I didn't.

If I rejected the imprint - and we all knew what a fucking joke that idea was - then I would suffer. A lot. On the other hand, if I threw myself at this girl and tried my best to woo her - which I would suck at because I'm a self-admitted asshole - she would ultimately reject me and break my heart. Then I would be hurt and exposed for all to see. Everything would be laid out. And I would be totally humiliated.

I didn't want either.

Turmoil raged inside my chest as I furiously dug at the ground before me. I didn't know what I wanted from this girl, but my genes told me I wanted her. Or was it my mind too? And my heart?

Before long, I had worked myself into a sweat. Without thinking, I tore my t-shirt off and threw it onto the ground. A few hours of work rolled past as I mulled the pros and cons around in my mind. I hadn't gone very far when I felt a pulling sensation in my chest. I paused, glancing up at the side of the house only to see a curtain fluttering on the second floor.

Aha! She was watching me. I fought back a smug grin as I stretched out my back, making sure that I was showing off my ripped ab muscles. Yeah, that's right, I thought, come to daddy.

Daddy.

Daddies.

Lexi had two dads.

I frowned at my own thoughts and shook my head, trying not to think too much into that. Her having two fathers didn't bother me; I had told her the truth when I said I was no homophobic bigot. I wasn't. The only thing that upset me was that I was usually better at charming women because well...I won't lie, I'm a good looking male. Moms usually took pretty well to me. I was intimidated by two dads. That was one more dad than usual to charm, sweet talk, and win over.

With a quiet growl to myself I turned my head up to the sky, momentarily cursing whatever magic had bound me to this girl. At least imprinting was living up to its name so far - it was final, it was binding, and of course - it was never easy.

I hope you all enjoyed the big 'I'! Lexi is quite the pistol, eh? Many of you have surprised me - you actually like Brady! When I wrote him at the start of LTP, so many people were shaking their fists at him and wanting him to get hit by Seth's Bronco. Interesting to see the other side!

Thank you to my lovely beta, NinkyBaby once again!

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