(Jacob's POV)
I was sitting in my living room watching the pictures moving on the small TV as I tried to block out the sound of my sister's voice. Rachel had come home from college at the end of the summer semester when she ran into Paul at the beach. Just like that, Paul became my future brother-in-law. Imprinting was suppose to be rare, but four members of the pack had already found their "soul mates".
I sighed. Relationships were not tops on my list of things to deal with right now. "Jake, are you even listening to me?" Rachel's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Sorry Rach, what were you saying?" She glared at me for half a second before repeating her question. "When do you think Paul will be home?" The worry in her eyes was unmistakable. I flashed a quick smile as my sensitive hearing caught the sound of Paul's car just down the road. "Soon." She started to say something else but the slam of a car door in the driveway signaled Paul's return.
I stayed in the living room, continuing to watch the images on the small TV as Rachel greeted Paul and his younger sister at the door. I paid little attention to the few people around me as I thought about the living arrangements. My father let Paul stay with Rachel in her room and I, obviously, stayed in mine. When Paul had asked if his younger sister could come and stay with us for a while, my dad had agreed and made me clean out the tiny spare room across the hall from mine.
"Jacob," Paul snapped impatiently from beside the couch. Paul's impatience had landed him in many fights with the other pack members. His usually short fuse was no longer as easy to light since my sister came into the picture, but his true self still shined through in these rare moments. I looked up at him, waiting for him to continue speaking. "This," He motioned to the slight girl standing beside him, " Is my sister, Lovella." He continued to speak but I heard none of it. I was still staring at Lovella, waiting for my heart to start beating again and my brain to process the new information. The world no longer had a meaning to me. All I saw was her. With one simple look at this beautiful girl, gravity had shifted, and it was she that held me in place. I knew that I was staring, and I knew that was rude, but I couldn't manage to look away. I was like a blind man seeing for the first time, that is, until Paul growled at me. "NO!" He said furiously. I stared at him blankly for a moment before letting a smirk plague my features. "Payback's a bitch, ain;t it Paul?"
Paul was furious. His whole body bgan to quiver and my gaze immediately went to Lovella. "Ella, go in the kitchen with Rachel." Paul ordered her through clenched teeth. "NO." She spoke for the first time. Her voice sent chills down my spine in a pleasurable wave. "I know whats going on here Paul, I remember the legends." She stated simply. How was she being so calm? Was it everyday that she came face to face with an angry monster? She took a careful step closer to her brother and I took one to match. "Lovella Diosa," Paul snarled, hoping that by using her middle name she would take the hint. But she was quick to counter his words with her own. "Paul Reece," She was now using a tone to match his vicious one. In that passing second, I briefly wondered if she had the same temper as her short fused older brother.
Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control the tremors that wracked his frame. "I suppose you need to talk to her then." It was more of a statement than a question but I nodded anyways. I watched him carefully, making sure he was in control of himself, as he hugged Lovella. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." He stated as he walked swiftly from the room.
Right. Okay. I can do this. All I have to do now is turn around and talk to her. Lovella. My imprint.