A/N: Sorry I had to leave that cliffhanger there! It screamed out to me, and I just felt like being mean :)

I'd like to know if you knew who it was or not before you read this chapter. So tell me when you review!

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6. This isn't possible

There's no way this was real. There's no way anyone in the entire would could ever feel like this, because they would die from the sheer force of it.

A boy around my age had walked in to the room, and had become the center of my universe. My head would not wrap around the idea.

I mentally slapped myself and forced my eyes to focus on the person. I can't feel this way about someone if I didn't know what they looked like.

He was tall and muscular like Jacob, and I assumed all other wolves. He had beautiful brown eyes that were so dark they were almost black, and held my gaze almost as if he had the same problem with staring as I did. I made my eyes leave his to look at his short hair, just past a buzz. It was dark, like most like us.

"No, no no no not again, not another imprinting!" I head someone in the room say.

"Rosalie, shhh," said another. And before I knew it, the room had emptied around us. I barely registered that fact.

"W-who are you?" I said quietly. I blushed deeply, wondering what he would be thinking.

"Seth," he whispered, looking down. That was weird, why would he be nervous? I expected disgust or him to just laugh at me and walk away, but not this.

"Alex," I mumbled, looking down as well. He must think I'm the biggest freak I thought sadly. The thought sent a wave of pain through my heart. And that confused me further. I wondered how in the world I could feel like this about a person I just met.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, he came and sat next to me on the couch, and looked at me. He looked at me with the same look I felt I was giving him; it was a look of complete and utter obsession.

"What's imprinting?" I asked, finally breaking the silence. It was the only other thought I could coherently put into words at the moment, and I thought maybe it had something to do with how I felt. He looked as if this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask.

"Well, it's kinda like love at first sight, except much, much stronger," he said the last part with a strange intensity, and turned his eyes to mine again. "It's a wolf thing." He waited for it to sink in, as if he expected me to run away any second.

"Does it happen to girl wolves?" I asked, trying to make sure it's what had happened to me.

He looked surprised at my question. "It happened to my sister recently, and she's all we have to go off of."

"Well, now you have me," I said. "I'm a wolf, too." I didn't realize until I said it that the first part of my sentence gave away a bit too much. I had meant it in a different way then in the context I had given it. I hoped he hadn't noticed.

"So is that's what's happened?" I asked. I suddenly and inexplicably became braver, and added, "I've never felt anything like this before."

His jaw dropped, and if the moment had been less intense I would have giggled.

"You think you imprinted on me?" he asked, still aghast.

'Umm...yeah..." I said, all confidence gone. I should have known he would think I was a freak. "I can leave, if you want. You don't have to deal with me, if you don't want--"

"Woah, hold on, stop right there. I didn't think this was possible, but I think we've imprinted on each other. I know I've imprinted on you, no doubt about that, but if you feel the same way..." My heart leapt at the words, though my mind still was reluctant to accept it. "A double imprinting has never been heard of before, but I guess there's a first for everything," he finished, smiling. He gently and all the while asking permission with his eyes took my hand in his. A thrill ran through my entire body.

"But we don't even know each other," I said, not really giving force behind the words. I was already given over, and logic was far back on my list of importance at the moment.

"We have forever to learn," he said softly, and I felt reassured for the moment. But something in what he said tugged at my curiosity again.

"What do you mean, forever?"

"You have a lot to learn about us, Alex. Werewolves can live for a long time, as long as they continue to phase."

Wow. That's something. "Well then, I guess we have quite a while, then, if not forever." I said, astonished and slightly shaken at what he told me.

I slid closer to him, my body acting of it's own accord and without my permission. I would have never had the courage to do so of my own free will. But it felt like a magnetic pull were forcing me closer to this stranger. Because that's who Seth was to me, as much as it hurt to admit it; he was a stranger to me. And yet, I could not deny that I felt more strongly towards him than I had ever felt towards anyone, even my own mother (although she wasn't much to go by; she hadn't felt strongly towards me either).

I tentatively rested my head on Seth's shoulder and sighed. I gave in to the pull, despite my common sense yelling at me the entire time that I was in love with someone I didn't even know. But my heart yelled back: I had long enough to know him, like Seth said. We had forever, and that was enough.

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I know this is terrible! This is practically the worst chapter I've written! But leave review and tell me what I can do to make it better! Imprinting is SO hard to write about!