A/N: FLASHBACK!! It's actually shorter than I wanted it to be, but I kinda like it short... or not... IDK!! Enjoy anyway. The next chapter should be up soon.
She was in Seattle, sightseeing with a few pack mates. She looked out over the skyline, awed by the tall buildings.
"hey, what's that?" Tiffany called, pointing at a strangely shaped tower.
"Umm… I think that's the Seattle Space Needle," Eleanor answered.
"Yeah, it is. You can go up into it and see the skyline from a bird's eye view," Nathan, another wolf, informed everyone. He had lived in Seattle for part of his life and was like their personal tour guide on the trip.
"Personally, I think that sounds cool," Tiffany answered. "Anyone wanna come see it with me?"
"Sure, I'll go," Taylor agreed, and the two set off to see the Seattle space needle.
"Wow, that is cool!" Taylor said, staring up at the tower looming in front of them.
"Yeah, yeah, come on! Don't you want to see what the inside looks like?" Tiffany asked, and headed across the street to the entrance.
"Yeah, I'm coming…" Taylor started walking slowly after Tiffany, still gazing at the tower.
**SCREE!** came the sound of brakes being slammed on too fast.
"Taylor!!" Tiffany sceamed. Taylor looked up, into the eyes of the panicked driver who's car was making all the noise. The car was too close for her to react, even with werewolf reflexes. A split second later, she was on the ground, staring into the sky. One picture ran through her brain: that man's face. His eyes… strong forehead… thick dark hair… he was… amazing! And somehow she knew that all the men in the world couldn't compare with this one stranger.
Taylor became aware of people shouting, such a loud commotion. What was all the racket about? Oh right, she remembered. I got hit by a car… His car… She struggled to sit up, to take account of her injuries. Didn't seem like anything was broken. She'd have some bruises, but thanks to her werewolf healing powers, those would be gone within an hour. She started to curse herself for being so stupid, for not paying attention, when suddenly his face was in front of her, blocking her vision.
"Are you all right?" His voice was laced with concern. Ooohhh, listen to his voice… she moaned internally with delight.
"yeah, I'm…fine…" What do you say to your unsuspecting imprint that just hit you by a car, but doesn't know that you'll be perfectly fine, thanks to your freaky healing capacities? "Thanks for braking though. I hardly got hit at all, thanks to you."
"So you're sure you're all right? Man, I'm so sorry. I feel awful. If there's anything I can do-- here, you probably need a ride to the hospital. What's your name? I should probably get you insurance information or something."
"I'm Taylor. And really, I feel just fine. I won't need a doctor. You barely hit me. It wasn't your fault, either. I was spacing out…" She stared at him, taking in and savoring everything about him. The way he talked, the flecks of amber in his brown eyes, his perfect flawless tan skin…
"Taylor?" Tiffany's face had replaced the man's. Taylor tried to tell him to wait, ask him his name, phone number, maybe even flirt a little, but Tiffany pulled her off the road. The man drove away in his car, Taylor barely getting a last glimpse of him. She'd imprinted, and she didn't even know the man's name. She vaguely wondered if she would ever see him again…
A/N: yeah, review! a nice werewolf will imprint on you!!
