Chapter 6
"I don't know where to start." He glanced over at me. "You are my imprint. It means…you're my soulmate, except a lot stronger. The group in the house back there…they were…werewolves. We're a pack." He paused, glancing at me again to gauge my reaction.
I surprised not only him, but myself. I believed him. It was if I had known…as if I had always known. I nodded incuragement.
"We protect the reservation against vampires. And imprint is one person who we fall in love with as soon as we see them. From the second our eyes see them, there is an over whelming…need…to protect them and never let any harm come to the. You just want to always be with them…" He glanced over again. His eyebrows furrowed. "Why aren't you mad or unbelieving or…?"
I laughed. His frown deepened. I suddenly remember why I had known. A familiar lullaby came back to me.
"They run the night, and protect as they might
The wolf men do.
All they ask, is for someone to last
And love them back.
The wolf men do.
They are strong
They protect
Better than the rest
The wolf men do.
So at night
When you turn off the light
You can sleep in safety
And think about what
The wolf men do. " I recalled out loud.
A moment of silence passed before he burst out laughing so hard that he fell to his side, gasping for air after only a few seconds. I sat up and watched as he hooted, a smile crossing my face as I watched him sit up and whip tears from his eyes.
"My mom told me that when I was little." I said defensively. He smiled a big, goofy smile. Then, without a warning, he leaned forward and met my lips with his own, only for a second. But that was all it took. It was as if someone zapped me. As we pulled back, I stared in his deep, dark eyes as he stared in my blue ones, the same look of shock reflecting in his own.
He raised his hand and traced some of the bruises on my face, sending a chill down my body. I cringed away when he got to a sensitive spot under one of my eyes, and a look of pure rage crossed his face.
Faster than my eyes could follow, he wrapped his long, muscular arms around waist and pulled me into his lap. He buried his face into my hair. I froze against his hot, bare chest, and the only sound came from our hearts, beating in harmony.
I lifted one of my arms and wrapped it around him neck, resting my cheek against his chest, closing my eyes. His hot skin was comforting against my cold, sore skin. We sat in this position for a while, not saying anything, and watching the dark water.
It was as if I knew him for years. The feeling of calmness and comfort was so strong, I wondered, after everything I've been through, how could I remotely ever feel this way?
He bent his head and kissed the top of mine before resting his chin on my hair. He rocked us gently back and forth, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.
