A/N: Another chapter! Hope you guys like it. Once again, thanks to shaybay55, NOelly, and crazyapril for reviewing; it means a lot. Enjoy.

"So, you're telling me that all of you guys, and me, can turn into giant, furry wolves whenever we want to?"

"Yes."

"And, we exist to kill vampires that cross into our territory?"

"Yes."

Cassie sat on the couch in Emily's house, trying to get a grasp on what her father was telling her. She couldn't say that he was crazy, because she had the firsthand experience of turning into a wolf. If he were crazy, what would that make her?

"Okay, anything else I should know? Oh, wait, how do you kill them? Well, they're already dead, so how do you destroy them?"

"Normally, we rip them to shreds and burn the pieces afterwards." Embry responded to Cassie's question in an excited fashion – it was obvious he enjoyed his job.

"Uh huh. So, that's it?" A few nervous glances were passed around the room. Cassie narrowed her eyes. "What else is there? I don't like how all of you are glancing at each other like that."

"Uhm, Jake do you want to explain it, or should I?" Aidan looked to Jake who was sporting a sheepish expression.

He released a nervous laugh. "I think you would explain it better." Aidan nodded his head in understanding.

"The other thing about being a werewolf, besides enhanced senses and all of that, is imprinting."

"Imprinting? Isn't that something to do with animals following their mothers or something?"

"Not quite – at least not in our case. Imprinting is when we find our soulmates. The moment we see our better half, if you will, it's like our connections with the world are severed and we are only connected to that one person – nobody else matters beside our imprint."

Cassie nodded and her eyes brightened. "So, that means no searching and no trial and error? It's just like "Bam! You're my soulmate?"

Aidan laughed. "Uhm, that's one way of putting it."

"That's cool I guess. Did you imprint, mister?" Cassie narrowed her eyes playfully at her father.

He let out a sigh. "No, but I'm pretty sure you did."

"Uh, what?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you imprinted, and I know for a fact that someone imprinted on you."

Cassie's eyes widened again and she stuck her head forward a bit. "Really? Who?"

"I'm sure you can guess, Cass."

Cassie sat on the sofa and the answer hit her like a brick. "Jake."

"Ding, ding, ding! You're the winner." Cassie threw a pillow at a laughing Embry.

"Shut it, Call."

Cassie's eyes slid over to where Jake was sitting, looking quite nervous. "Why so nervous, Jake? I won't reject you, if that's what you're thinking."

Jake blinked a few times in confusion and then a smile lit up his face. Cassie smiled in return.

"Well, you sure are taking all of this well." Sam's tone was filled with amusement and curiosity.

"Of course. I mean, I always kind of wished stuff like this happened. And, the whole soulmate thing makes life so much easier. The fact that Jake's totally hot makes it even better." She grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Cassie's dad shook his head in disbelief.

"So, on to more important matters. Dad, I think a vampire is responsible for mom's death. No, I know a vampire is. At first, I thought it was stupid to even consider it, but with all that's happened, I know it isn't as unbelievable as it first was."

"What do you mean?"

"Dad, you never did find out the details of mom's murder, did you?"

"Now that I think of it, no." Aidan's face took on a serious expression. "Tell me."

"Well, before it happened, there had been a string of murders occurring in the area. Most of the cases were the same: bodies drained of blood, two puncture wounds on the neck, and burnt beyond recognition. Mom was the same way, except she wasn't burnt."

Aidan's eyes widened in surprise and he cursed under his breath.

"What? Don't forget I can hear you now." Cassie looked at her dad in confusion.

"Ah, it's nothing princess. But, I guess you're right. It probably was a vampire."

Cassie gripped the arm of the couch she was sitting on in anger. A vampire took her mother from her. What was worse, though, was the fact that she had no idea how to avenge her – she didn't know who the vampire was, and there was a slim chance of her finding it. A tremor ripped it's way down her spine.

"Cass, calm down. Emily will kill you if you tear her new couch to shreds. Just ask Paul what happened to him the last time he lost control: Emily beat him over the head with a frying pan."

Cassie froze and pictured the scene in her head. Soon, she burst into a fit of giggles at the mental image of little old Emily beating the behemoth that was known as Paul with a frying pan.

"Dude, that is not funny. My head was sore for two days. Emily might be small, but she packs a lot of strength in that little body, especially when armed with a frying pan." Paul grumbled from over by the dining room table. His grumbling just made Cassie's fit of laughter even worse, which resulted in everyone else laughing.

She finally calmed down and wiped the tears from her eyes. Maybe being a werewolf wouldn't be too bad.