Embry's Calling
Chapter 4

Embry's POV

"Hey, handsome, can I help you?" I knew I was feeling a tugging sensation in this building, but I was sure it was not coming from this cashier. She wasn't my type, and I couldn't even see her real face past all of her make-up.

"I need to deliver this package to…" I looked down at the name on my list. "…Cindy Jones."

"That's my name!" She said, as if there was another Cindy that was hiding outside.

"I'm just going to get it from my car," I quickly replied, expecting her to catch on. By the looks of it, she didn't, because she was still trying to make lovey-dovey eyes at me. I walked out, and stayed there for about 10 unnecessary seconds, and then walked back in carrying the package. She saw me entering and quickly fumbled with her hands, twirling them around in her hair. I heard a beautiful sound, like an angel singing a baby to sleep, but it was laughter.

I turned, and saw a girl, or should I say woman, about my age, and then she stopped. Why? I asked myself, but I just stared into her eyes; a soft brown, like cinnamon, framed by thick lashes. There was confusion in those eyes, but why wouldn't this perfect girl be confused if a giant was staring at her. But she was also staring at me, in a way that made me happy, like she liked what she was seeing.

She had light red-gold hair that softly waved down her back, soft, full pink lips, and a small nose to balance everything out. My eyes trailed over her full figure, taking in every detail, and I saw this mystery girl doing the same to me. She was tall and slender, and her arms seemed toned, as if she carried a lot of things or worked out. In other words, she was perfect, and I was dazzled by how I had imprinted on someone like her.

I noticed a petite girl with black hair, Native American by her features, slowly walk up to my imprint and whisper in her ear. "Umm, Liz, why are you and that stranger sharing a blissful moment?" A normal person couldn't hear this, even in a silence such as this one, but of course I, the freaky werewolf/shape shifter, could.

"Hello? Elizabeth!" Her friend whispered again. Elizabeth, what a beautiful name! I ducked my head a little bit, shy that I had been staring at this innocent girl for such a long time, but I peeked up at her through my eyelashes. She was blushing, and looked annoyed at her friend whom she was looking at now.

"Sorry, Chantal, here, read the price, I'm too scared to look at it." If I thought only her body was gorgeous, I was wrong. Her voice was like melting honey, so sweet and soft. I could listen to her talk for hours on end, even if she was giving a lecture on biology.

"Holy Jesus Christ!" Chantal yelled back at her.

"What? Is it over or under or-" What? If the dress was too expensive, I could buy it for her…no Embry, that would just creep her out.

"You've got enough for it! Look at it!" Through the mirror, I could see that the price was $400, but with a half off sticker, making it $200. Both of the friends started cheering and jumping up and down, and I couldn't help but be affected by the happiness radiating off Elizabeth. I smiled at the both of them, and I think Elizabeth saw this, for she ran back to the change room and walked back out with a T-Shirt and skinny jeans. She looked beautiful in this everyday outfit and the wedding dress; it was hard for me not to admire just how good she could pull anything off.

She paid for the dress, and the Cindy girl was glaring daggers at her. I frowned; was it that she wanted this dress, or because of me? I paid little attention to this, trying to take everything in. I had imprinted. Wow, me. Embry Call. The wolf that never imprinted. That is, until now. Cindy gave Elizabeth a huge receipt to sign, and I admired my imprint's pride as she walked to the other side of the counter to sign. I probably didn't notice that I stared after her like some creeper, she really was something to look at, but I guess Cindy did.

"Sir, could I get the package now, while she's signing the receipt?" I noticed how the cashier sneered when she said 'she.' I walked over and stuck out the electronic pad, and hoped that she would finish fast. I was so tired of people getting confused and asking stupid questions like, "Do I press 'accept' when I'm done?" No shit, Sherlock. Elizabeth and her friend, Chantal, came skipping back, only to have Cindy harshly ask them to wait behind me. I tried to tell her that they were here first, but she shushed me. The two friends glared at her while I sighed, and Cindy seemed to like their annoyance. When she was finally done, I moved out of the way for the girls. Then, I had a great idea: instead of asking Elizabeth for a date right now, I could give her my card, which had my name and phone number. We could go slow, I could manage that. At least, I hoped I could. I turned around to see my one and only, and my bored frown turned into a full blown grin. My cheeks would probably hurt after, but I would do anything for this girl, and it would be worth it.

"Congratulations, that dress is really nice. It looks great on you," I told her shyly. Wow, could I sound more dorkier?

"Thank you," she said in her smooth voice, and it was even better when she was talking to me. I was up in cloud nine right now, and I didn't want to come back down.

"My name's Embry. Embry Call."

"I'm Lizzie Greene," she answered, so I guess she didn't really like the name Lizzie. I stuck my hand out, and she smiled and shook it back. Her hand was so small compared to mine, and she seemed to feel how warm I was, but it looked like she liked it. We hung on a little longer than normal people would, and her friend started clearing her throat. Ugh, way to ruin the moment, I thought to myself, but if I were looking from her perspective, I probably seemed like a creepy stalker with no shirt on. We let go of each other's hands, and I grinned at her as I slipped my card in her hand.

"Nice meeting you, Lizzie, I have a feeling that we'll see each other soon." Slowly, oh so slowly, I turned towards the door and walked away, waving as I opened my car door. It was then that I realized what was right in front of my nose. I had met my imprint at a bridal store. She was getting married to someone, and it wasn't going to be me. I couldn't stop the fury that bursted out of me, and I smacked the car dashboard, which in turn released the airbag into my face. I cursed loudly, and continued my drive. I didn't even try to wipe the tears forming in my eyes; my life was over.

^ A little drama forming in this story! Poor Embry, what is he gonna do now? IS Lizzie going to call his number? And what is Chantal going to do about all of this? Review on what you think of the story, and if I should add something more.