In a moment my body had deemed appropriate, I obviously had no say in the matter, darkness crept into my vision blacking out the calls of my name. I awoke to voices yelling, which my already pounding head did not enjoy one bit.
"Will whoever is yelling, please shut the hell up" I moaned angrily.
The room quieted but I could feel the tension without even opening my eyes to know it was there. Regrettably I had to eventually open my eyes and face the two spastic wolf men. What the hell was Paul's deal anyways? Another reason I had to face the music, I had to get all my questions answered and for some reason Paul had the answers.
With eyes still locked shut, "Will everyone except Paul leave please."
I heard a not so pleased growl; I'm guessing I was from Embry.
"You heard the pretty lady, out" Paul taunted.
A final huff and the room went silent, "They're gone now." He assured.
I cracked a peek to be on the safe side; sure enough the room had been cleared. The only person left was a tall well-muscled Paul with a cocky grin on his chiseled face. Wow I needed to quit thinking like that.
I sat up slowly, not wanting another fainting spell. Though my eagerness to get answers had no reins to control it.
"Alright, spill, now!" I demanded, not wanting to spend any longer than I had to with any of these people.
"Whatever do you mean?" he replied less than innocently.
I grabbed his arm, my fingers not even close to reaching around his forearm. "You know what I'm talking about, back in the kitchen when we stared at each other."
The cocky, guarded hardness of his eyes dissipated leaving softness to them. "Sam told you of wolves right?" I nodded.
"Well there's something that comes with the whole wolfy package but not all of us are lucky enough to get the bonus prize. It's called imprinting, Sam and Jared are the only ones so far that have imprinted. And before you ask what imprinting is I have to ask you to hear me out and not take off screaming. Ok?" he asked seriously.
"I promise" I sort of felt like I was signing my like away with that promise.
"Alright imprinting is when a wolf finds its soul mate, the one who completes him. It's when nothing else matters more than her, when you would do anything, be anything for her whether it's a friend, a brother, a lover, it doesn't matter. She grounds you and without her you would float away into an abyss. Imprinting for a wolf is final, no matter what the imprint decides, there will be no other girl. And I have to tell you…" he paused seeming nervous for the first time since meeting him.
"What do you have to tell me?" I coaxed.
He looked me with such gentleness, it made me melt inside. That feeling alone had me questioning my sanity.
"I imprinted on you" his words void of confidence that he moments before exuded.
My world stopped, I was his soul mate? He was the one who was supposed to complete me? What did I want from him? All the questions wouldn't stop swirling around in my mind. What was I supposed to say?
I had been told in one day that a group of guys shift into wolves, that one of the wolves was my best friend that's why he left me and that I had been imprinted on by the jerk of the bunch. What the hell was the traditional thing to say in a moment like this? Well this wasn't normal every day drama like typical teenagers went through. God who the hell was I going to talk to about this? My breathing became labored; I was having a panic attack. Getting light headed I knew where it would land me and my last thought before the darkness consumed my vision was, 'What a way to answer the poor guy.'
