Right on time before the new year! What a pleasant surprise right?

I hope your new year's resolutions become true. I wish all of you love, laughter and happiness. Wear yellow shirts and red underwear and let's kick in those crazy myths of prosperity and love with those colors.

I hope you like this chapter. Some of it was already planned, but I didn't know how to connect some things until a few hours ago. This chapter practically wrote itself.

I hope you enjoy it!

Kisses, hugs and Happy New Year!

THE GHOSTS OF MY LIFE

Chapter 17: 'I got this feeling'

Between arranging my things to move in with Sam as soon as possible, staying tune and on day with my work, and trying to figure out what this feeling in my stomach was, I was exhausted. I couldn't even make it to Sunday's dinner at my dad's. Sam was working his ass off trying to find the owner of the scents they picked up while running a mundane business. These past two weeks have been chaos for both of us, so much so, that we barely saw each other.

I shook my head and focused back on the task at hand. The munchkins were learning to use their children-safe scissors to make some artwork Angela had come up with. They were really excited. Though, one couldn't be too careful, so we monitored them closely. They were really smart little kids and they always followed our instructions. However, there were still some troubles as could be expected from kids their age.

Angela caught my eyes from the other side of the room and winked at me before focusing back on the little munchkin that was singing her name trying to get her undivided attention. I grinned and focused back on my own table.

After some time we decided to retreat to a corner of the room, never losing our attention over them, just making them believe they were alone. Some kids got a little nervous when observed attentively.

At some point, Chelsea came over to me playing nervously with her little hands. I crouched down next to her and asked if everything was all right, she nodded, but looked at Angela and then back at me. Angela chuckled softly and left us alone.

"I scared" Those two words combined with my own bad feeling got me wanting to run and hide until whatever harm was haunting us, left.

"Why?" I whispered trying to sound nonchalant and relax and like her words didn't freak me out.

She shrugged. "I dunno" I smiled despite myself. She was so damn cute.

"It's fine sweety. I'm sure everything will be fine. Let's go back to your work." She nodded making her ponytails jump and walking back to her spot.

Since my little talk with Chelsea, my bad feeling just got more pronounced, making me jumpy and distracted. I was glad this day was almost over. I couldn't be distracted in a room full of children learning how to use scissors. At home, I had no danger of losing myself in my thoughts.

By the end of the day, it was Paul who came to pick up Chelsea from kindergarten imprinting on the way on Angela Weber. He had the same reaction as Sam had: evade the girl until you couldn't handle it anymore and were forced to man up. I found it pretty funny now that I was experiencing it from the outside.

Sam told me how to identify how a wolf's imprinting gaze, or however it's called. I didn't understand anything he said but pretended to. So, I was now confronted with a panic looking Paul making signs at me to intervene in his conversation with Angela, which led to my previous conclusion of him having imprinted on my coworker and friend.

"Sorry Paul, I know you don't mean any harm to Chelsea, but I have to follow the rules. I have to call either her parents or Sam, as they are the only ones authorized to take her." He nodded in agreement, still looking as if he was about to start running at any moment. It was rather funny. Over the phone, Emily confirmed that she had asked Paul to pick up Chelsea as he was the only wolf available. That made me suspicious, she could have asked me to take Chelsea, but I didn't question her.

Paul managed to say goodbye to both of us, however, shooting a longing look at Angela, who stared back with some desperation.

"His name is Paul Lahote. He is from the Quileute Reservation. The rest, you'll have to ask him yourself." She blushed and kind of ran away from me. I smiled and kept my task of greeting parents and nannies while cleaning the classroom.

By the end of the school day, I said goodbye to Angela and hurried to my house. I was really nervous and the bad feeling didn't go away. I sat on my couch and stare at the space.

"Baby?" I snapped out of my daydreaming by Sam's voice and by his hands moving in front of my face. I focused on him and smiled. "Is everything ok? You didn't answer your phone"

"Yes, just thinking." I shook my head, not wanting to worry him. I stood up and walked with him to the kitchen. He began rummaging through the cabinets and the fridge looking for something to eat." I smiled amusedly. "Do you know Paul imprinted on Angela?" I gossiped as soon as we sat on the table.

He chuckled. "He was thinking about it when he took over the shift"

"Your niece is some sort of imprint magnet."

"How so?"

"You went to pick her up when you imprinted on me. So far you have been the only wolf who has picked her up until today. Paul came to pick her up and imprinted on the way." He looked at me as if I had grown a second head. "Maybe we could test the theory with another wolf."

"Baby, all of us have already imprinted on someone."

I actually pouted because it was a good thought to distract myself. Apparently, he saw something in my face because he stopped looking for food and sat next to me.

"What is really going on in that mind of yours?"

I shook my head again. "I was joking about the theory, you know." He raised an eyebrow not buying my line.

"Am I pressuring you? Forcing you to move in with me?" His question took me by surprise.

"No. Of course not. I admit it feels really fast sometimes, but I agreed to do it because I want to. Because I hate it when we spent we spent days without seeing each other. And even though, the speed of this freaks me out, I'm one hundred percent in." He kissed my forehead relieved.

"Then, what have you so serious?"

I knew I couldn't lie to him. " I have this really bad feeling in my stomach, and it's not going away. Chelsea feels it too." I proceeded to explain our exchange at the classroom and he looked at me worriedly.

"Maybe we should talk with the elders or something. It is too much of a coincidence that both you and Chelsea have this bad feeling the same time the pack picks up on a strange scent."

I doubted the elders would be of any help, but I didn't say anything out loud.

We left the subject and focused on finishing packing my belongings. It was the only thing that actually managed to distract me from the impending...whatever.

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Three more weeks and the freaking bad vibe still hadn't left. I was officially moved in into Sam's house, happier than I have ever been. Chelsea still felt the 'scary feeling' as she called it.

Every day I worried that Sam's trouble with the unwanted guest was causing the bad feeling and that he would end up injured, or any of the wolves. Every day he came home safe and sound I sent a small thank you to whatever superior power protected him for one more day.

I lived like that for about a month more. Making it nearly 8 months of being together with Sam. And a few weeks of Paul and Angela being together. He took less time than Sam had taken to speak up. He came by the kindergarten the next day and asked Angela out on a date. She showed up the next day asking me a lot of questions that I answered as best as I could.

Leah had been my nanny since Jake told her about my bad feeling. I really hated pack shared mind sometimes. And even though I found funny that Jacob was like an old gossipy lady most of the time, I really hated that he had shared this particular thing. Although, I couldn't be mad at him, because I knew it was an unconscious thing.

My bad feeling was at its peaked and it was almost deafening when Leah got the call.

"That was mom." She had tears forming in her eyes when she hung up. "Sam and Paul got in an accident."

I stood up from the couch immediately, fearing the worst.

"What kind of accident?" She didn't answer and I got hysterical. "Leah! What kind of accident? Are they badly hurt?"

The tears began spilling. I got my keys and my bag and ran to my car. Leah followed closely behind. She directed me towards the Rez hospital.

I ran towards Sue. She hugged me whispering in my ear that they were ok, they were unconscious but out of harm. Their bodies were healing at a human pace. Their wolves were equally as hurt and needed time to heal properly.

I went into Sam's room hurrying to his bed. I cried the fear, the worry and the relief I had been feeling for the last weeks. This was the bad feeling. I felt it disappear and evaporate with my tears and sobs.

"You can't do something like that ever again. I need you...we need you so much. Please wake up darling." I caressed his unharmed arm. The only unharmed part of his body.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Remember to receive 2019 with a yellow shirt (or dress) and red underwear (hehe). Grab your favorite suitcase and walk down the street as you receive the new year to ensure you have a year full of trips (I've never done it myself, but I lot of people from my country-Venezuela- do it) I have done the yellow shirt and red underwear though.

Whatever, Happy new year!

Paty4Hale

30.12.2018.