CHAPTER 8: TELLING THE PACK.

EMBRY'S POV

Things were quiet in the car. Britt was almost bouncing up and down; she was so impatient to see Damon. I was thinking of her. Brianna Walker. My imprint. The guys are going to kill me when they found out I imprinted the very day after complaining about imprints. But that was before her. She's so beautiful. And funny. And interesting. I mean how many imprints hang out in cemeteries?

Her eyes. Their the perfect color blue. The color of a pool. Soft and clear. You could get lost in eyes so beautiful.

We finally reached the house. Britt almost tore the door off the car in her eagerness to see Damon. Alice opened the door to the house as soon as she could knock. She entered without a word, almost knocking Alice down in the process.

'Hi. Sorry about that. She's in a hurry. She almost tore the door off my car. Where is Jacob?'

'In the living room with Nessie.'

I nodded and walked past her into the living room. I never thought I would be able to turn my back on a vampire but the Cullen's are ok, their "vegetarians". And besides, even if they weren't its mot like we have a choice. Jacob is our alpha and he imprinted on Nessie, a half vampire half human.

Jacob was lying on the floor with her now; they were having a staring contest. Nessie always wins those, therefore their her favorite game.

'Hey Nessie. Jake, I need to talk to you.' Time to get this over with.

'Hello Embry.' Nessie said. Her voice is so weird. Not that it's bad or anything. It's just that she has a grown up voice and the body of a big 5 year old or small 6 year old.

'What about?' He said, never breaking eye contact with Nessie.

'I would rather tell everyone at once. Where are they?'

'Vampires or werewolves?'

'Both.'

'Well, Quil, Damon and Leah are outside. Leah dared Quil to a duel and Damon is officiating while-' Jacob started.

'Mom and Aunt Rosalie are with Uncle Emmett in the garage. Their trying to figure out a way to make mom's car faster. Aunt Alice is with Uncle Jasper in their room. Grandpa Carlisle is in his study and Grandma Esme is in her room looking at blueprints. Dad is behind you.' Nessie finished.

I turned. He was behind me but was looking at something else.

'How did you know that? You're not even looking in my direction.'

'He's been in that position for an hour. He said he's thinking.' Nessie said. 'Ha! You blinked. I win!'

'Rematch?' Jacob said immediately.

'Before you start I have something to tell you.' I said. 'All of you.' I said slightly louder. I knew all of them would hear me. They all trickled in one after the other. Damon and Britt were the last to enter hand in hand. Soon I would be like that, hopefully.

'What is it, Em? You look… different.' Quil said.

'I think I have an idea.' Britt said, smiling at me

'And you didn't tell me?' Damon complained

'Wasn't my news to tell.' She shrugged.

'Can I please tell my news? Thank you. It's no big deal. I just wanted to tell you I imprinted.' I sat down on the couch and waited for the flood of questions. I wasn't disappointed.

What? Who? When? How? What happened? How did you meet her? All these questions came from all directions and at the same time. Only Britt remained silent, still smiling at me. Leah just laughed.

'Her name is Brianna Walker. I met her picking up Britt today.'

'You imprinted on Brianna. The girl I met at the store?' Damon asked incredulously.

'Yeah. What about it?' I asked, frowning. Britt also frowned at him.

'Nothing. I'm not saying it's wrong, I'm just thinking she's not Quileute. So every theory about Imprinting goes out the window. Not that it didn't when Jake imprinted on Reneesme.'

Damon is the only person who calls Nessie by her first name, besides Bella. He agrees with her on the whole Loch Ness Monster thing.

'Oh. Any other questions?'

'Yeah, just one. When are you going to tell her?' Britt asked.

'I don't know. Hopefully not in the fore-seeable future.'

'You know you have to tell her eventually.' Jacob said slowly.

'I know. But she just moved here. I don't want to tell her now. She doesn't know me. She'll either think I'm nuts or this town in like… I don't know, the devil's breeding place!'

'Yeah, I see what you mean. Damon had to change in front of me before I accepted he wasn't coo coo for coco pops, and I knew the legends.' Britt said, nodding.

'Just as long as you know it's an eventuality, not a possibility that she finds out. You can't keep it a secret forever.' Jacob told me. (AN/ we reached 10,000 words here. Our official 10,000th word is… me) He went back to his staring contest with Nessie.

'I know. I'll tell her… eventually.' I said

'Don't wait for her to find out from someone else. She'll get really mad. Trust me I know. I'm a girl.' Britt told me sternly

'Bella didn't get mad.'

'That's because they both told me. I had figured it out before, but they confirmed it. Plus, I knew I loved them. It didn't really matter at that point. I loved them and they weren't hurting anyone. Britt is right though. Tell her before someone else does.' Bella said as she walked past me, going back to the garage.

Everyone had gone back to what they were doing. I continued to sit on the couch and think. Bree looked like the kind of girl that could handle the news, but I didn't really know her. Actually, I don't know her at all. I've only seen her twice. All I know is she loves stargazing. And she's friends with Britt, so she must be a good, grounded person. Britt has no patience for a person whose head is in the clouds. At the same time, she must have a good amount of imagination because most people get bored staring at the same thing for more that 5 seconds. Most of this is just speculation. I can't wait to find out the real thing. She seems perfect. Better than perfect, she seems interesting. Perfect can be boring, interesting is so much better. Her eyes seemed to be brimmed with secrets and mystery. And sadness. She hid it well, but I could tell something was bothering her. Something over go made her sad and she never got over it.

I'll make her happy, I swear it. If it's the last thing I do, I'll make her happy. Or if I can't make her happy, at least I'll help her forget. It's the least I can do, I can help her forget.

Isn't Embry sweet? He's not even thinking of dating her; he just wants her to be happy, truly happy! Whether or not that includes him! I heart Embry!