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CHAPTER 5: A WEDDING DAY

AVA'S POV

We'd been gone less than a week and I had almost forgotten how beautiful the La Push cliffs were. I always felt like I could see forever when I looked out onto the ocean from high up the cliff perch. It was soothing to listen to the soft crash of the waves below, to see the small islands off in the distance and wonder how long it might take to swim to one of them. It was relaxing and right now, I needed all the relaxation I could get.

Tomorrow, my big sister was getting married. Abby wouldn't be an O'Brien anymore. After tomorrow afternoon, she would be Abigail Clearwater. I was happy for her and I knew no one out there could care for my sister better than Seth, I was still anxious and scared and this was all coming so fast.

"Hey," a deep voice said, coming to take a spot next to me.

"Hey," I replied.

"Are you cold?" I shook my head no as I turned to look at Scar. He looked tired, anxious, filled out with a bit of excitement and eagerness. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about. He was beautiful and my heart skipped looking at him. "Your heart…it just…"

"Yeah, I got a little nervous about something," I lied.

"What?" he asked.

"What if something happens? I can't lose my best friend, Scar. I've already lost too many people," I started to feel myself choke up and he slid his arm around me.

"Nothing's gonna happen. We're born to do this," Scar said before kissing my forehead. I really wanted him to kiss my lips but that was out of the question, really. It was quiet for a moment, both of us looking off into the distance. I would've paid a million dollars to know what he was thinking at that moment. Instead, I settled for just leaning into him and letting him keep me warm. "Listen, I need to go home and spend a few days with my Dad, just in case."

"Can I come?" I spoke before I even realized what I was asking. Luckily Scar thought it was funny and chuckled.

"Not this time, Ave. I have a feeling I gotta prepare Dad for a visit with you," he held me tighter and I felt two things happen at the same time, my heart swelled and I felt something below my waist that I hadn't felt in a very long time. Just being in his presence was enough to make me think of really inappropriate, erotic things, but being in his arms like this made me really, really want to break my no-sex rule.

"I love you, Scar." Again, I spoke before I realized what I was saying.

"I love you too, Ava," he answered back. I knew it wasn't the same love though. He loved me because I was his friend. I loved him because I wanted to be with him. I wanted to build a life with him. But I guess I could settle for the friendship love for the time being.

I couldn't help but be a little pissed. Why had the universe chosen Abby for Seth but not me for Scar? Was it punishment for all the shitty things I'd done before coming here? I was happy for my sister. There was no doubt that she deserved the happiness and love she found with Seth but I was jealous. Why couldn't I have my own wolf? Why couldn't Scar and I make strong little wolf babies? Why wasn't I enough?

"Can you explain something to me?" I asked. This was going to be embarrassing but what the hell, there may never be a time that we'll be alone like this again for who knows how long.

"I'll try," Scar kept me in his grasp.

"Imprinting. Why…Do you want to imprint?" Honestly, when the conversation had started, that was not my original question, this question kinda popped into my head and seemed more important than anything else at the moment.

"I don't know. I mean, I've seen it do a lot of good things but also some bad. I mean, I know Leah and Sam were the 'it' couple, then he turns wolf, meets Emily, and boom, it's all gone. But then I see Jake and Nessie and I want that for myself. I want one thing though," he stopped, pulling my hand into his. "I want to believe that fate will trust me enough to let me find my own soul mate." I looked into his eyes and I was a goner. He was so sincere and loving and I wanted him to pick me, to realize that he'd already found me. I was right here! And I would gladly be his wolf woman and have his wolf babies.

"We should probably go," I said instead, sighing loud enough for people in Vancouver to hear me.

"You're probably right," Scar hopped up in one fluid motion, then extended his hand to help me up.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"No prob," he wrapped my hand in his and I felt like skipping back to Seth's. I didn't though, I let Scar set the pace and we walked briskly, hand in hand back to Casa de Clearwater.

"Sit, Sadie, sit," Ashley was in the front yard with Sadie who seemed less than pleased to be in her new home. "Why won't you listen?!" She threw her hands in the air.

"Sit, Sadie," Scar said beside me and amazingly, the dog did just as she was told. "Good girl." He put his hand out and Sadie stalked towards him, nuzzling his palm.

"No fair! She won't listen to me," Ash crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.

"I think she's just confused. There's a lot of new scents around here. You know, she's trying to figure out where she can go to be the best protector," Scar reasoned with her.

Ash pursed her lips and thought hard before nodding. "If you say so," she turned around. "Come on, Sadie. We have a baby to check on. Don't want to fall asleep on the job."

I kept a giggled inside as she skipped off. "It doesn't help that almost every wolf in the pack has pissed on the trees around the house," Scar said, breaking me out of my concentration.

"What?" I looked at him with pure amusement.

"We kinda did it when the threat got more real. We marked all the wolves' houses. Your house in Forks, just after Seth imprinted on Abby he came around peed on the trees. It's our way of marking our territory. That way any stray riff-raff knows to stay away," Scar could see that I was barely holding in my laughter.

"Seriously?" I asked and he nodded. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" I couldn't control it anymore and I almost fell to the ground, I was laughing so hard.

"Oh, yeah," Scar got a mischievous look on his face. "I peed on your tires this morning. And outside your bedroom last night." He dropped my hand and started to run to the house.

"That's disgusting, Scar!" I chased after him. He ran through the front door and I was hot on his tail, just as he spun in the entryway, flipping over the couch in the living room before he grabbed me and made me fall with him. Here I was, lying on top of Oscar Monroe, the very position I would've paid money to be in and the only part of him that I could look at were his eyes. "You have beautiful eyes," I blurted out. "They always look so sad but still charming," and against my better judgment, I ran my finger over his brow.

"Thanks," he said softly. I had a feeling he was embarrassed and it was about to get worse as I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

"Uh-hum, hum," Seth fake coughed just as I rolled off Scar and fell on my ass with a thud. "You okay there, Ave?"

"Yeah, Seth. Thanks a lot, Seth. No problem at all, Seth," I glared at him as he chuckled and Scar helped me up. We both started to walk off but Seth grabbed Scar's arm.

"Hold on a sec, Scar," Seth said seriously.

"I'll just be holding your only son, Seth. Maybe braiding his hair, dressing him in some sort of something pink, that kinda thing," I stuck out my tongue and scampered off. It was all in good fun. I actually really loved Seth. He was so perfect for Abby it made imprinting seem flawless. I walked down the hall to Seth and Abby's bedroom where she sat rocking in a chair, feeding Liam for the umpteenth time today. That kid ate all the time!

"Did you get to think out by the cliffs?" Abby didn't look up from Liam but I knew she was talking to me.

"Yep," I sighed, flopping on their king-size bed.

"Are you adjusting okay? Is your room alright? Seth and I can—" I stopped her before she mentioned anything else about decorating my room.

"It's perfect, Abbs," I said. It was perfect, blue and white. Elements of nature all in a room. And I had my own bathroom. For the first time in my life, it was just mine.

"I just want you to be comfortable, I don't want you to feel like," she paused and put Liam on her shoulder, patting his little back gently. "Like you had to give up on your life so I could have mine."

I shook my head at my big sister, hearing my nephew let out a little belch. "Nice one," I chuckled. "And I'm okay, Abby. I like it here. And you know I trust you. You wouldn't do anything that you weren't certain on." It was the God's-honest truth. Abby would always make sure we were okay.

"Okay," she said, moving around some clothing before Liam latched on to her other breast.

"Ava, are you—oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Scar's eyes were wide as he tried really hard not to look at an overexposed Abby. Unfortunately, for some reason unbeknownst to me, he couldn't take his eyes off her boobs.

"Dude, gross!" I swatted at him.

"That's enough, nothing to see here, just my wife-to-be supplying our son with all the appropriate nutrients and such," Seth came to the rescue, handing Abby a blanket and helping her cover up. "Stopping looking, pervert." Scar shook his head.

"Uh, sorry…wow, I, um…boobs, baby…I…" I grabbed Scar's hand before he could make an even bigger fool of himself and dragged him to my bedroom.

"You realize you just totally checked out my sister's rack. In front of her soon to be husband and, oh, ME! Your best friend," I plopped down on my bed and threw a pillow at him.

"I'm sorry, geez. I've never—"Scar stopped himself.

"You've never what?" I asked, more intrigued by the pink flush that came across his cheeks and his ears. Then I got it. "Was that the first time you've ever seen a girl's boobs?" Scar didn't say anything, just nodded and I had to control my urge to rip off my shirt and let him ogle me, and, if it were possible, this part of him, his innocence made me love him even more. He'd experienced so much loss and suffering in his life but there were still things that were foreign to him. I hadn't ever thought about Scar's sexual history. I didn't seem like something that was important but I was guessing now that Scar, the bad boy he was, was still holding his V-card. "Hmm…" I thought quietly.

"Please change the subject, talk about something, anything else," Scar was begging.

"Fine. Let's talk about after graduation. What's your plan?" I lay on the bed on my stomach, crossing my ankles and putting my fist under my chin. At this point, I would've batted my eyelashes to get his attention, even just a little.

"I don't know," he sat on my bed next to me. "I've talked to Jake about working for him, but he wants me to go to college. Seattle U specializes in Engineering and I can learn about designing engines for bikes and cars. I thought about maybe enrolling. I think it would be good. I was always interested in engineering and stuff."

This was news to me but it made me giddy. "Really?" I asked as he nodded. I was about to spring something on him, something major and I hoped it didn't scare him off. "I'm going to culinary school after graduation in Seattle at Pacific West Culinary Academy. I'm…I have to get an apartment. You wouldn't maybe wanna live together, would you?"

I internally cringed, worried he might say no. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if he didn't. "You'd want to live with me?" He asked, almost perplexed that I'd even asked him.

"Of course. I think Claire might have to live with us for a few months while she goes to the canine cosmetology school in Seattle," I said watching Scar immediately crack up.

"Canine Cosmetology?" he looked at me with laughter in his eyes. "Is that a fancy way of saying a dog grooming school?"

I giggled. "Yep. It's only like two months so she wouldn't be there the whole time."

Scar took a deep breath. "If everything works out okay, if we keep them from coming here—"

"Don't say if. Please don't say if. I need you to say when, I need you to believe that you're going to be okay. I can't…" I put my head down, hoping that I was hiding all the tears from him.

Scar's large warm hand pushed my chin up to look me in the eyes. "Why are you so worried? Do you need me to tell you about the legends again?" I shook my head no. "Cuz we were born for this. This is what we do, what we were made for. Have a little faith in me, Ave."

"I do, I have so much faith in you," and without thinking, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. I wanted to kiss his neck, I wanted to consummate our friendship in another way right then, right there.

"Then don't worry," he said softly. "Me and the younger wolves will be staying here anyway. And if you worry, then I worry. And I don't want you to worry, okay?" His warm breath on my neck tickled as I closed my eyes and fell into his heat. He hugged me a little harder before sighing. "I have to go to talk Seth for a minute but you should get some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah. Abby and Seth's wedding," I grinned at Scar. "What's Seth wanna talk about anyway?"

Scar shrugged. "Just stuff I'm sure. But now you tuck yourself in and sleep good. And maybe, I just might dance with you at the reception tomorrow." He smirked, something he didn't do often but melted my insides every time he did.

"Okay, okay. Are you going home now?" I asked. I didn't know much about Scar's dad but I knew he wasn't a good guy. He wasn't bad, but he was a drunk and I knew Scar loved him, he was his father, and he knew there was time when things were okay. But now I knew his dad was unpredictable and I really just wanted Scar to be safe. "Will you be okay?"

"Of course," he sighed, kissing my forehead, his warm kiss making me crave more.

"Call me in the morning. I might need you to help me get everything all ready," I plopped back on my pillow.

"I will. Nighty, night, Ava-bug," he said before walking out and shutting the door. My room seemed lonely without him, cold and empty, like I was before I met Scar. I got up and strolled into my bathroom, doing the mundane routine that I'd done many times, only this time in my own little safe haven of a bathroom. I climbed into bed after, rolling over and thinking about tomorrow, all the activities planned and my mind wandered to Scar. What I would give to have him as mine, to be waiting for our wedding. But that wasn't what the universe had chosen for us and only time would tell how long I would be the most important girl in his life, only until he finally locked eyes with his imprint and I lost him forever.

SCAR'S POV

It had been getting harder and harder to leave her. Every night I would say my good byes to Ava and want nothing more than to crawl into bed with her. Fate may not have chosen her for me, but if it were up to me, she would be it. She would be my wife, the mother of my children and the spunky little grey haired woman that kept me from ever needing Viagra. It wasn't meant to be though as I was almost 100% sure any feelings she had for me were platonic. A wolf could dream though…

"Seth?" I said softly as I knocked on his office door. He was sitting in his chair with Liam in his arms so content and happy. Seeing him with Liam and Jake with Griffin and Paul with Keegan made me wonder if my father ever looked at me like that, ever held me with so much love. I was sure he did and what I wouldn't give for a moment of a memory of it.

I also knew when Seth had asked me earlier to find him before I left Ava that something serious was probably about to transpire. "Hey, Scar," Seth looked up at me with his signature Seth-grin.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked while I walked into the room more and he pointed at a chair that I was more than happy to occupy.

"Yeah, I have a few favors to ask, and I didn't want Abby or Ava to hear," he said with an even softer voice while he snuggled Liam closer to him.

"Sure, what'd you need?" I leaned back in the chair contemplating putting my feet up on his desk but deciding against it.

"I wanted you to know, first off, that knowing you will be here to protect my family makes a little easier for me to leave," Seth looked me in the eyes taking his gaze from his son. "But I also know that I need to be prepared for the worst." He picked up a large brown envelope and handed it to me.

"What's in here?" I asked, examining it closely.

"My will, deeds to the house, bank account numbers, and about five thousand dollars," Seth said seriously. "I'm entrusting it to you because I need you to promise me something."

I couldn't imagine what he would be asking, why I would be trusted with something so important. "Anything," I said to him though, hoping to find out what it was that was so dire.

"If things start to go bad…if you see that I'm not coming back, I want you…I need you to take the girls and run. Leah knows too, she'll go with you but I need you to keep my family safe," Seth's eyes returned to his sleeping child. "I'm not entrusting you with just papers, Scar," his voice broke. "These women and my son are the most important things in the world to me, my most valuable treasures. Can you promise to keep them safe?"

I blinked a few times. No one had ever placed so much trust in me. Sure I was a wolf, and whether they knew it or not, the tribe put a lot on our shoulders but no one trusted me like this, no one. "Where would we go?"

"You can go to Oklahoma or go someplace remote, leave the country if you have to. Go to Iceland or Malaysia or anywhere where they can't find you," he rocked Liam gently. "And I need you to promise that you'll make sure Liam doesn't grow up with animosity towards the Cullens."

"How can I do that? Abby's scared to death of them," I interjected.

"You can do it because of just that. She's scared, she needs to know she can trust them and that may only come from you reassuring her that they are nothing but good. Nessie will need Abby too, they'll need each other," Seth shifted Liam in his arms. "And will you…can you tell him how much I loved him," his voice was a whisper now and I could feel the tension and the fear in the room. "Everyday."

I just nodded. I didn't know what else to say. What could I say? A man that I looked up to as a brother was entrusting his family to me and as much as I tried to encourage Ava, I knew this wasn't going to an easy battle and we would most likely lose someone.

"You know, I know that things haven't been easy for you, Scar. But I want you to know that any parent should be proud to have you as their son. You will always have place with my family," Seth said. "You'll always, always have a place with us. And if…if this all works out, I'd been thinking of investments in real estate, maybe a condominium in Seattle. I heard you and Ava talking and my thought was maybe you two could keep it up while you're in school," Seth smirked.

"You don't have to do that," I said, hanging my head a little. I didn't want charity, sure there were times that it sucked about my life but I was determined to make something of myself.

"I would need you to look after Ava for me. I know Abby will worry and Seattle is a big city, Scar," Seth stood up and carried Liam over to stand in front of me. "I guess we have to get through this shit before we can think about that, right?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"Do you have plans for tonight?" he rocked the little baby back and forth.

"I'm, um, I'm gonna go see my Dad," I looked down, not able to see what a look of pity on his face.

But Seth put his hand on my shoulder. "That's probably a good idea. Even though things haven't been perfect with him, take it from me, you only have one Dad." I could see Seth's pain in his eyes and knew he was thinking about his Dad and the loss he experienced. "That's why I need you to tell Liam about me. In case something happens."

"I will, Seth. I'm hoping that nothing bad happens. But…I'm proud to have you as my brother," I managed to eke out while he reached forward and hugged me, not something most of the older wolves had qualms about. They were all past the whole fear of manly hugging thing.

"And I'm proud to call you my brother too," Seth gave me one last pat on the back before showing me where he hid the key to the drawer of the desk where he'd stowed away the brown envelope. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Of course," I answered while Seth followed me out of the office and then out of the house.

I wasn't necessarily nervous about seeing Dad, I was just…worried. I stripped down in the front yard, tying my shorts to my ankle and soon catching myself in mid-sprint. I loved this part of being a wolf, being able to let everything go and just run. I had gotten good about hiding my thoughts from my brothers, especially my thoughts about Ava. I was in love with her but I would never admit it. I couldn't, she wasn't mine.

She's not mine either but I'd do her if I had the chance, Sebastian chuckled through the mindlink while I growled and shot him an image of me tearing out his throat if he ever talked about Ava like that again or told anyone what he'd seen in my head. Yeah, yeah.

As I got closer to the house, my nostrils were full of the sickening smell of liquor. It was a familiar scent. While some children might associate home with the scent of fresh-baked cookies or a Mother's perfume, I associated home with the scent of Crown Royal and Jack Daniels. I phased back after crossing our property line and slipped on my shorts. The TV was loud, some obnoxious game show. I felt bad as I looked at my tiny shack of a house. Recently I'd spent so much time with the Clearwaters and the Blacks, whose houses could swallow ours whole, that I was almost disgusted to think this was where I lived and then I felt guilty for thinking such things.

I tried not to slam the screen door as I wandered in the house but somehow, with all the noise and the drunken stupor, Dad heard me come in. "Is that you, Oscar?" his gruff voice called out with a slur.

"Yeah, Dad, it's me," I answered and slowly walked into the living room.

"You've been gone a long time," he slurred.

"Yeah, I had to go help a friend with some stuff," I lied, trying not to allude to the fact that I'd traveled across country and been training to fight a shitload of really bad vampires.

Dad coughed and I walked around his recliner and squatted down to look at him. "That's what's so special about you, you always help others," he smiled and patted my cheek. "Can you get me a beer out of the fridge?"

I scoffed. "I don't think that's a good idea, Dad. You seem like you've had enough for today," I picked up two empty bottles.

"One more won't hurt," Dad whined. "Please, Oscar." I started to stand but looked at my Dad again. Dammit, why couldn't I say no?

"How about I make you a deal? You let me get you showered and changed out of these clothes and we'll talk about that beer," I said, hoping he'd forget about the damn thing after he was clean.

"You'll use that shampoo? Like your mother always used to buy?" he begged. I didn't know why Dad still kept the same shampoo that low-life bitch used to buy, but he did. He kept things of hers too that I wished he would've burned. Jewelry, clothes, he probably would've kept the same sheets if I wouldn't have stripped the bed at least every week for him.

Dad leaned on me and we walked to the bathroom after he stumbled a bit. I helped him in the shower, then brushed his hair. "You need a haircut," I chuckled. Throughout my whole life, my Dad's dark raven hair had always been cut short, an easy haircut I learned to master just after Mom left. I pulled out the scissors and razor and went to work. "I'm not gonna be here tomorrow. I'm going to a wedding so I won't be home until late."

"You're not getting married, are you?" Dad laughed but I could see a look on his face that he was thinking about something.

"It's not me. It's my best friend's sister and Dr. Clearwater. You remember him?" I asked. Seth had come to see Dad a few months ago when Dad cut his hand on a broken bottle.

"Yeah," Dad sighed. "Hey, who's this best friend and why haven't I met him?"

I cutoff a few stray curls around his ears. "Well, that's because him is a her. And she, she's, she, her family lives on the other side of the reservation."

"Oh," he started to fidget.

"You gotta hold still, Dad," I said cutting the last few hairs and then I turned him to look at the mirror. "What do you think?"

Dad grinned at me. "Nice. Now, why haven't you brought this girlfriend over?"

I shook my head and patted his shoulders. "She's just a friend that happens to be a girl. She's not a girlfriend."

"Whatever you say, son," Dad chuckled, looking at himself. "I think I look good, don't you? I bet the ladies will like it."

It was pretty funny, really. Dad hadn't been on a date or even out of the house much in the last year or so. He stayed hulled up in the house with only Jim Bean, Johnny Walker, and Captain Morgan as his friends. The only people from the pack that had met him were Seth and Jake. It wasn't that I didn't love him, I just wanted more for him, wanted more from him, I guess. How could I have been strong enough to survive Megan's death and Mom leaving but my Dad couldn't even make it through the day without getting wasted? Dammit, I lost my sister and my Mom and as much as I felt like a huge hole was in my chest, I faced life. I may not have been the most open and friendly guy but I got by. I got out, I lived, I breathed. I was mad and angry, but he was my Dad. I couldn't not love him because in the back of my mind were the memories of what he had been, the great father he had been once upon a time.

And now, I was dealing with the possibility that I might be the one that was leaving. This might be the last time I'd ever see my Dad and I was completely overcome with more emotion than I thought I'd been able to feel in years. "I love you, Dad," I choked out and leaned down to hug him. And just like he always had, he gave me the biggest bear hug known to man.

"I love you too, son," he said and I tried not to cry. We hugged for at least a minute before I heard his snores. I chuckled to myself then lifted him and carried him to his room.

The next morning, I was up at dawn and ran to the Clearwater's only to be met at the door by Ava. She looked completely flustered, her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head. "Where have you been?! I'm supposed to finish icing this cake and need your help to put the top layer on."

"I'm here now, geez. You know, some of us humans do have to sleep," I chuckled as she pulled me in the door.

"Yeah, well, you are not human so that doesn't excuse you from your absence. Now, help, please," Ava brought us to the kitchen where the cake sat waiting to be stacked. "What I need you to do is, while I steady this layer and make sure it doesn't shift, I need you to get behind me and lift up the top layer. Kay?" Ava was in baker-mode and I have to say, it was hot. It didn't help that I was pressed against her backside, hovering a cake over her and thinking of all the inappropriate things I could do in this position. And her scent, her scent was so intoxicating. She smelled like rain and…vanilla. "Scar, you can put the cake down," Ava's voice brought me out of my dirty thoughts. She had turned in my arms and I was praying to God she couldn't feel what was going on below my waist because at this point, I was hard as a rock and knowing I was this close to her va—"Are you listening to me?"

"Oh, sorry, um, I just sit it down?" I asked, pretty sure my face was bright red.

"Yeah," she smiled at me. "Just sit it on top and I'll finish it off." I smirked back. She was practically in my arms and I just wanted to dip my head down and kiss her until next week. "Um, you might want to go with Seth to Sue's to get ready. Alice will be here in a bit and she'll get us girls ready, um."

I couldn't stop staring into her eyes, the bright green orbs that looked like emeralds. Everytime I stared into them I had to remind myself that I hadn't imprinted on her, they were able to bring me to my knees. "Yeah, I should, I guess," I looked down to break our connection.

The rest of the day I helped out where I could, in any random situation or place. I sat with Nessie and Griffin and Quil had to push my jaw closed when Ava walked down the aisle. One day I would have to watch her walk down the aisle into the arms of someone else.

"You know you don't have to imprint to fall in love with someone, Scar. If she makes you happy…" Jake said from behind me. I wasn't sure at which point I had walked from the wedding in the front yard to the reception in the back yard. Or how I ended up eyeing Ava as she and Tess cut the cake for the guests.

"It's not like that," I said, shaking my head as Ava walked towards us. Jake just chuckled and slapped me on the back.

"Hey," Ava smiled at me. "Are you having fun?"

"I am," I said. The wedding was actually a great distraction for all of us and as the music played on.

"Ooh, I love this song!" she bounced on her feet and grabbed my hand, pulling me into a dancing position. "Don't you just love it?" she pulled me closer and laid her head on my chest.

"What's this song?" I asked.

"Do You Realize? It's by the Flaming Lips," Ava pulled me even tighter. I drew circles on her back with my thumbs aimlessly. This was it, this was all I wanted. I could live a thousand years and this was what made it worth it. Ava in my arms, humming and sending a slight vibration through my chest. "You have the most beautiful face. Do you realize?" At that moment, I did realize. If we survived, if we were safe, I would find out what I needed to do, what I had to do to make her my life.

I hope that answers some questions. Scar didn't imprint on Ava, but he is in love with her.

The song they dance to, "Do You Realize?" is by the Flaming Lips, a band from Oklahoma City and is the official rock song of the State of Oklahoma. (Like seriously, they did a whole vote and proclamation in the State Legislature). It's a little ironic that I decided to use it because one of the main lyrics in the song says, "Do you realize/That everyone you know someday will die?" It's a beautiful song though and if you have a chance, you should definitely check it out.

Thanks again!