A/N Okay. I seriously am trying to get my chapters out faster but… my editor (runswithvamp) decided she wasn't going to edit it for a whole week! (okay, im being a bit unfair saying that she couldn't print it… but! She didn't remind me and part of the time she just didn't do it.) So everyone throw rotten tomatoes at her. Thanks for my like four reviewers. Tell me if you liked it. It was hard trying to describe imprinting, so if you know how to improve it, tell me!

Ch. 6

POV Embry

I watched the fire dancing. I could almost see two figures swirling around each other in a complicated dance step. I saw one figure throw the other in the air and she floated down like a feather and started dancing again but faster than ever. I stared at the fire for I don't know how long. I was at one of the parties held on the beach of La Push. Everyone from Forks high school came.

"Aren't you glad we made you come?" Quil said. He smiled at me and bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. He probably wanted to get back to Claire.

Quil was my best friend. My friends and I were werewolves or more like shape shifters who changed into wolves. We didn't change at the full moon or die when silver bullets shot us. Well, we did, but silver bullets affected us the same as any other type of bullet. You could kill us any way you want but it would be hard than just killing any old human because we turned into gigantic wolves. In our human state we were strong and tall. I was six foot four. We stop ageing when we become a werewolf. We don't become werewolves if were bitten it's simply our father's were and our son's will be. Girls don't become werewolves. Except for Leah. We don't know why she became one. Being a werewolf is hard because there is no privacy. Or minds are linked so everybody in the pack can see your deepest secrets. It was extra hard for Leah because she is a girl and the rest of us are guys. Also, Leah is deeply in love with Sam, the Alpha of our pack, but he's in love with Emily, Leah's cousin. But it didn't help that she was particularly nasty either. We werewolves were meant to protect the humans from vampires, our worst enemy.

"Why? These parties are always so boring. Look at all these people that are so ignorant of the world they live in," I gestured towards the crowd.

"Oh, come on Embry go talk to some people have some fun."

Quil ran off to hang out with Clair. I stood up and look around. A green Honda pulled up and two girls got out. I recognized one who had tried to flirt with me last time. She had failed miserably. I shivered at the thought. The other one was the new girl I had heard about from Quil. She had moved here two weeks ago. I did not know why. I smiled at her and walked over. The other girl slipped off.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi, I'm Amanda."

Her voice was strangely lifeless, numb, like her mind was far away.

"I'm Embry. You just moved over here, didn't you?"

Her eyebrows went down and she frowned.

"How does everybody know that?"

I shrugged, "Quil told me, and Billy told him, and Charlie told him, and you know Charlie. He doesn't seem able to keep his mouth shut."

Word did seem to get around in this small town.

"No, I don't know who Charlie is."

She didn't sound like she cared either. Her voice still plain and expressionless.

"He's the chief of police and Bella's father," understanding dawned on her face, "Do you know who Bella is?"

"Yes, wasn't she the one who went to collage and never talked to any of her friends again? Or was Mike being love sick because that's what it sounded like."

"Mike? Oh, yeah, I remember him. He never gave up, always trying to win Bella's heart… like Jacob."

Jacob. He is my other friend, but he imprinted and moved away with the vampires. That's another complicated thing about werewolves. Imprinting is rare but when it happens it creates an indestructible bond between the werewolf and a certain female human. If the girl is young the werewolf acts as a baby sitter. When they become old enough, because we do not age, they become lovers. To the werewolf, there is nothing more important than his imprint, not his life and not the lives of a million people. It becomes the werewolf's first priority to protect his imprint. Jacob had imprinted on his best friend's, Bella's, daughter. The father was a vampire. Jacob moved in with them anyway. No werewolf can stay away from his imprint. The father, Edward Cullen and the mother, Bella Swan, or now Bella Cullen, moved with a group of other vampires, the rest of the Cullens who stayed together like a family, to Alaska. Although vampires are our natural enemy we tried to get along because of the whole Jacob imprinting on Renesmee, or his Renesmee, or more like his Nessie, as he calls her, business. Jacob wasn't the only one to imprint though. Sam had imprinted on Emily, Paul imprinted on Rachel, Jacob's sister, Jared imprinted on Kim, and Quil imprinted on Clair. This whole business is highly complicated.

"Jacob? Didn't he go to boarding school?"

"What? Oh, yeah, right, he did."

I was always bad at lying.

"Why did he leave?"

"It… it's complicated."

She changed the subject.

"I didn't know it was possible for everyone to know who you are." She shook her head disbelievingly.

"Well it is. Do you like it here in Forks?"

"Are you kidding me? It's damp and miserable over here. I mean, I don't mind the cold much but it's so grey and depressing. Is it ever sunny?"

We started talking. When I first looked at Amanda I didn't notice anything was wrong, but as we started talking I noticed a difference. She became energetic and happy. Her voice became less expressionless and filled with emotion. She relaxed transforming her face from a plain average face to something extraordinarily beautiful. I looked down on her and watched with my own eyes an amazing transformation. It looked like she hadn't had a real conversation for weeks and all the things she hadn't said just over flowed and she couldn't stop talking. I hadn't talked like this in forever. I felt like I had known Amanda for a really long time and we had grown up together best friends.

"How old are you?" She asked.

"Eighteen."

She looked like she had been hit by a truck.

"Eighteen!"

"Yes, Eighteen"

"But you look… a lot older."

"I know." I grinned at her. That was one of the things that happened to us before we became wolves. It was like puberty doubled for us until we looked thirty and then poof we turn into wolves and stop aging at all.

She shook her head in disbelief for the second time that night.

"How old are you?" I asked her.

"Seventeen."

I smirked at her. "You look a lot younger."

She stuck her tongue out at me.

While we talked we walked down the beach. Suddenly she started running. I jogged behind her and right as I was about to ask her what was wrong I saw the expression of pure joy on her face. I shrugged and slowed down. I watched her race down the beach, and she was fast… for a human. I could probably ten times faster than her if I wanted too. I watched her long slender legs whip back and forth back and forth. While she was running she kicked off her sandals, why she was wearing sandals I did not know maybe she was crazy. She started splashing through the waves. The water felt fine to me, being a werewolf, but to any human it would be freezing. I ran after her. She would get pneumonia, further proof that she was insane. I ran over to her.

"Here," I handed her my jacket, "Why did you do that?"

She shrugged.

"Come on let's go back."

I walked of and I heard her follow me. I kept my eye on her afraid that she might suddenly decide diving into the ocean was a good idea.

Crazy or not, I knew I liked Amanda, as a friend, or maybe not. I couldn't tell. I had only known her for an hour.

"I haven't seen you at school why is that?" she asked me.

"Oh, I go to school here at La Push. Have you ever dated?"

Just curious.

"No, I was never popular at school. Why?"

I shrugged.

"I've never dated either."

"What do you like to do? You know, as a hobby."

I shrugged, "I like to play football, cliff diving…"

"Cliff diving?" She screamed.

"Uh, yeah,"

"Jumping of cliffs is your hobby?" Her voice was high and squeaky.

"Well, it's into the water…"

"In Forks? The water would be freezing. You'd get pneumonia!"

And I was afraid of her getting pneumonia. Did I like her? I think she likes me. I think.

"Amanda, I'm fine. We do it all the time and none of us has ever gotten pneumonia," I tried to reassure her.

"Okay then. What are your other hobbies, to distract me from your stupidity."

And she had just run through the icy water bare foot.

"Well, I like drawing…" I wasn't that good but I liked to get out my drawing pad and sketch trees.

"You do? I love drawing…"

"Will you stop interrupting me?"

"Sorry."

We talked about drawing. The name Melissa kept popping up. Melissa can paint really well… Melissa likes drawing tree's too but she mostly paints them… Melissa's the better painter and I'm the better drawer but we're okay switched… She looked at her watch and jumped.

"I should be going now. Where's Melanie?"

Melanie had left without her so I offered her a ride and she accepted. By now I was sure I had feelings towards her. I wanted to ask her out on a date but I didn't know how. I had never done it before. I kept rephrasing the question over and over again. How would I ask her? Before I knew it we had pulled up to her house. I realized that we had spent the whole car ride in silence and I felt guilty. I took a deep breath trying to calm down.

"Doyouwanytogotodinnersomewhere?" That came out really fast.

"What?"

I took a deep breath. "Do you want to go to dinner somewhere?"

She started to panic and that made me panic. What if she said no?

"You don't have to if you don't…"

"No, no, it's okay. I just…"

"Haven't dated before?"

"Exactly."

"So, that's a yes?"

"Yeah."

I let out a big sigh.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at six on Sunday." Relieved I drove away a little too quickly hoping she wouldn't change her mind. That part was over but the hard part was yet to come, actually going on the date. I started to walk home, and I tripped over a tree branch. I picked myself up and brushed myself of. Who would like a guy like me? Suddenly I wished Amanda was my imprint. If only, if only…