The Mustang took the curves with great speed and agility. Each turn in the road could lead to an instant accident, but neither Jacob nor Molly even flinched.

"If I'm driving too fast, just let me know." Jacob commented.

Molly barely glanced away from the passenger window. "No, no it's fine," she laughed. "I do want to know though, where are you taking me?"

"My, my, aren't we persistent? If you must know though, I'm just taking you to see someone, someone who can explain things better than I can." Jacob nodded to the road in front of him, "It's just around this turn though, so I think you can wait."

The yellow car turned into a driveway, which drudged up a small hill. A quaint brick house set just at the top of the hill. Jacob jumped out of the car and quietly tapped on the door. "It's Jake," he called.

A few moments later, a smiling face greeted the pair. The girl who had opened the door introduced herself as Emily, Sam's fiancée. Molly put her hand out for a friendly handshake. "Hi, I'm Molly Cullen."

As Emily turned to shut the door, Molly saw it, the disfigured face of Sam's fiancé. She nearly gasped aloud.

"Sam should be home any minute," she smiled. "I think I know why you're here." she giggled .Jacob just nodded as he watched the stationary clock on the wall.

Just as Emily had promised, Sam walked in the door just a few moments afterward. His face appeared puzzled, but deep down he knew why they were really here. He gave Jacob a piercing glance that unmistakably displayed its meaning. Jacob quickly rose from his seat and disappeared with Sam outside.

Jacob sauntered along beside Sam, swaying his gangly body with each step.

"So…" Sam urged Jacob. "What is it?"

"I know she's the one," Jacob commented, "I just thought since you knew more about it and because you're the leader of the pack, you might be able to explain it to her."

"So she really is the real thing?"

"I think so," Jacob quietly remarked.

"Jake, you know the chances of that are like what, one in a billion? Don't you know its pure luck that any of us have found our match?"

"I know, but do you ever think about the 999,999,999 failed chances. I mean that one statistic, that one number, it has to happen sometime. Who's to say that this isn't that once chance?" Jacob declared, staring Sam in the eyes. "Think about it."

Sam looked up and turned a different shade. "It's not the freaking lottery Jacob! Can't you see that? Maybe you're just delusional. Think about what this girl could do to us. She could tear our bonds apart, and that's just the beginning! Enemies weren't made to be lovers. Do you want a war?"

"I just want to love her." Jacob admitted pathetically. Sam breathed out heavily and then turned back to face his friend.

"Okay."

With a huff, Sam slumped into the house, as Jacob followed behind with a triumphal grin.

The two sat down at the clean table, joining the two girls.

"Hey!" Molly greeted, trying to fill the awkward silence. The boys nodded nearly simultaneously.

"So, let's talk." Sam sighed, as if even reluctant to bring up the subject. "I've never had to really do this before, so just bear with me okay. I'm going to try to explain things as simply as I can."

"This is going to sound a bit crazy," Jacob added on. "What isn't crazy these days though?"

"What are you talking about?" uttered Molly.

"There's something called imprinting. It's a werewolf thing." Sam informed. "I guess it's a bit like an arranged marriage. That's as close as I can explain it to an outsider, while still making sense."

Molly sported a confused expression as she blankly stared at Sam.

"Once a werewolf meets his destiny chosen match, if you will, that's it. All that matters from that point on is their mate, and they will never be able to love someone else. And well, it looks like for Jake, he's found his mate."

Molly sat there taken aback for a moment. "Me?" she mouthed. Sam just nodded, while Jacob sat next to him, grinning wildly.

"So…" Molly inclined "Um what about—"

Sam instantly picked up on the inquiry. "Jake can still love Bella, but it won't be the same. He won't feel anything for her, although in his mind he may love her. He is stuck with you now Molly."

Molly sat there for a moment, letting all of it sink in. It's practically crazy, she thought to herself. Imprinting, what kind of joke is that? Are they really being serious? I just need to get out of here for a while.

Molly nodded towards the boys and brusquely walked out of the door and speeded off in her car.

Jake sat in silence, confused. "Don't worry Jake," Sam sighed. "She'll be back, that's for sure. As much as you're stuck on her, she's just as stuck on you."

I'm so thrilled that I have so many people who enjoy my writing, and I apologize for the lateness of this last update. It's all a work in progress, thanks for being so patient!! Thank you so much for reading!! I really appreciate your input )