Over the last two weeks I learned a few things about La Shove- I mean Push:

1. Its ALWAYS wet. No matter if the sun is out, the ground is squishy. And nasty.

2. Its quiet. And I'm not the one who enjoys silence.

3. Everyone knows who you are, and your story. I've received six dream catchers since I've been here. Rude much?

4. Jacob Black is a horrible, denying, mean, evil, wont-look-you-in-the-eye, antisocial butt hole. Yeah, I said it.

5...nah the last one just about summed it up.

Something about Jacob Black, even his name, sends me on the edge. I could be happy, and you say his name and it just goes straight down hill form there. I can tell he doesn't like me either. I can feel his glares when he is behind me, and I can see them in reflective objects, but every time I turn around, he looks away. It kills me, and I have no idea why.

"Mackenzie, Embry's here!" called my mother. I unlocked my bedroom door and walked back to my bed. No, I don't usually lock my door, but he is here.

"What's up Mack?" Embry said as he walked in, going straight for "his chair".

"nothing Emmy." I sighed, and changed the channel on the TV.

"What's wrong?" he said, lounging back in the chair.

"He is here." I said through gritted teeth.

"Who J-"

"SAY HIS NAME AND I SWEAR IT WILL BE YOUR LAST!"

"okay, okay, chill Mackers."

I exhaled through my nose and continued flipping through the channels.

"So some of us are going to the beach, want to come?"

"define some." I said, reading the headline of ESPN.

"Me, Seth, Quil, your bro, and J-" I glared at him, "I mean, guy-who-must-not-be-named."

"I don't know…" I sighed, trying to find a game on.

"Come on Mackenzie, you haven't been to the beach in-"

"under 12 hours?" I raised an eyebrow at him, and settled for an SEC game.

"Well, yeah…but still, we're playing football." he said in a taunting voice.

"Oh yeah, contact sport with him." I said, sarcastically, flipping on my bed to lay on my back.

"Give Jake a chance." Embry said, standing beside my bed and hovering over me.

I sat up and pushed him away, "I would never give that low life, sorry excuse of a guy a chance. I'd rather be in my death bed, then have a simple conversation with that son of a-"

"Good." Jacob said, standing in my door. Glaring at the wall behind me and not at me.

"I know. What's the problem? Scared to look a girl in the eyes?" I said, taking a couple of steps towards him.

"It wouldn't change anything." he said, pulling his hood over his eyes.

"I'm glad, the more I don't have to look at you the more happier I am." that's a lie. I don't like him yes, but I feel a magnetic pull towards him. He fires me up, and I get uncontrollably mad around him.

"I feel the same way."

I froze, thinking he was agreeing to what I just thought.

"Jacob, I-" I said quietly.

"Save it." he said, and walked away.

I sighed, and sat down on the fluffy carpet.

"Mackenzie…I think you need to come to the beach tonight."

"I don't think.."

"Mackenzie, your going." Embry said, his voice tight. I looked up at him, and his eyes said that he wasn't playing. Whatever it is must be serious.

"Mackie, we're leaving in 20!" my mom yelled from down stairs.

"Yes ma'am." I yelled back, but remained in the floor, my laptop in front of me.

"…the cold ones…" I mumbled, reading off the screen. I remember a little from the stories, but I don't know what they are.

"Mackenzie let's go." my brother said from my bedroom door, I shut my laptop quickly, and stood up.

I grabbed my jacket, slid my laptop under my bed, and ran down stairs.

"What is this?" I whispered to Embry as we walked up.

"Council meeting." he said, and sat down on a log. I sat down beside him. After a while, Everyone who I recognized from school was there. Also Jacob's dad, Seth and Leah's mom, and Quil's grandfather.

"A what?"

"Just listen." he snapped, and talked to Paul sitting beside him. I sat there silent, a bit out of place.

Although my brother fit in perfectly. He's changed since we've moved here, he's gotten stronger I've notice, and more tan. He's continuing to grow taller, and looks older.

It's the toxic air…I knew it.

After a while, Jacob walked up. I was about to say something when I seen him smile, and for a second I smiled too. But then this pale, brown haired girl stepped out. I felt a pang of jealousy and I glared. Why? I don't know. They sat down together and the elders started telling the stories about the legends. Normally I zoned out but for some reason I was pulled into the stories. So much I never realized when they finished, my mind reeling. What if the legends are true? What if the "cold ones" actually exist? And does that mean so does Werewolves?

"Mackie? Football?" Seth said, holding the ball in front of my face. I took the ball and looked up at his smiling features. Could Seth be a werewolf? "Are you just going to set there?" Nah, He's to young, to innocent.

I smiled at him, "Nope, I think you need a little butt whopping."

"Like that's going to happen." Jared called.

"Shut it Jared." I called back.

I got up and stood inline for teams.

"Shirts vs. Skins." Paul announced, winking at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Jake you in?" Quil called, looking behind me. I spun around to see Jake leading the brown haired girl to his car.

"Be back in a minute." he called back, his voice sounded nice and intriguing. Wait what? I must be going crazy.

"Alright, Jacobs on my team." Quil said.

"Fine, Mack." Paul said, smiling at me. I sighed, but at least I wasn't on the same team as Jacob.

The teams ended up being Me, Paul, Jared, and Leah on one team. While Matthew, Quil, Jacob, and Embry was on the other. Seth was the referee.

"Alright, let's go." Embry said.

I laughed, "Don't you mean Break?"

"We got an expert on our team." Leah smirked, patting my shoulder. I smiled back at her.

"Since you have Mackenzie and Leah on your team you are shirts." Sam said on the sidelines next to Emily.

"But-" Paul argued.

"No buts." he said in warning voice, like he was the boss of Paul. Paul sighed and nodded. "Quil your team is skins."

Quil nodded and smirked at me, "please don't get distracted by our god like bodies."

"Who's god like bodies, because I don't see anyone here capable of having that." I smirked back.

Jacob came running back walked over Quil, the smile still on his face. I felt my stomach go fuzzy, but ignored it.

"Let's do this!" Matt yelled, losing his patience. I laughed and handed the ball to Jared.

We were lining up when I realized we forgot something. "Hey Quil, your forgot something." he looked at me with a questioning look, I pulled up my shirt a bit and waved it. His mouth formed an 'O' and he pulled off his shirt. I laughed when started posing.

"Hike!" I yelled and caught the ball taking a few steps backwards, trying to find someone open. No one was open so I decided to run it. But just as I was about to looked over and Jacob was heading straight for me. I started running the opposite direction but it was to late. He tackled me to the ground. I closed my eyes ready for pain, but it didn't happen.

I looked up and saw his chest, I scanned down to his torso, and my Lord, the boy was built like a Greek god. But before I could tell him to get off, he rolled off of me and stood up.

"Mack you okay?" Paul said grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

"Mhmm," I mumbled, "Let's kick their ass."

"Hell yea!" he said, high-fiving me.

When the game ended the score was 21 to 0, yeah we kicked their ass.

"We beat you, we beat you." I chanted as me and Matt walked home.

"Shut up." Matt seethed.

"Whoa now, what's got your panties in a twist?" I laughed.

"Shut Up." He said again.

"Chill out, bro!" I said, and put my hand on his shoulder but yanked it away. He was trembling and his skin was boiling hot. "What's wrong with you?"

"I- I don't know." he said, his voice cracking, "M-make it stop, Mack-Mackie." His eyes we're scared and my heart tore into.

"Hold on, hold on." I said running back towards the beach, looking to see if anyone was left. I saw Jacob walking down the beach towards his house, "Jacob! JACOB!" I yelled at the top of my lungs running towards him. He spun around and I grabbed his hand and started dragging him to Matthew.

"What are you doing?" he said, his voice a bit mad.

"Something's wrong with Matthew, I-I don't know what's wrong." I said, tears streaming down my face. "He's shaking and his skin is really ho-" But that's all it took, he started running towards where I came from. I ran after him.

But when I turned the corner and froze. There standing in front of me was two giant wolves, one with black fur the other with dark grey fur. Both cornering my brother. And that is when realization hit me.

"Matthew!" I yelled, soon on Jacob's heels.

"Get out of here!" Jacob yelled, looking back at me, but not at my eyes. I just sped up and past him, "Mackenzie!" he said his voice outraged.

I was a few feet away from the wolves and Matt when one turned around growled at me, I froze, not knowing what to do.

"Mackie!" Matthew yelled. I snapped my eyes to him, and sunk to my knees with tears. Matthew was on the ground clawing at the pavement, his face was in pure pain and he was coated in sweat, "H-help m- AHHHHH!" he screamed, beating his fist to the ground. I scrambled to me feet and started running towards him again, I was about to reach him when I was thrown back. I hit the ground hard, and my vision blurred for a second but I could clearly see what was going on.

My brother was turning into a werewolf.

I knew it the second I saw the wolves.

"I-I'm sorry," I sobbed. He looked at me with scared eyes. I felt something pulling me up when I started hearing ripping sounds, I closed my eyes as the cries of pain turned into howls. "No," I whispered. "Why him?"

"It was going to happen anyway." someone said above me, I looked up and opened my eyes to see Jacob holding me up and staring ahead, "I'm taking you home."

"But what about-" I started.

"Let him cool down, and then I'll take you to see him." he said standing me up straighter. I sighed and tried to walk but wobbled. "Here," he said and swooped me off my feet.

"P-Put me down." I stuttered, as he began walking while holding me bridal-style.

"When I get you home." he replied looking at the road in front of him intensely.

My breath hitched when I looked up at him. He was beautiful. He tan skin flawless, the way his strong clenched and unclenched in thought. His gorgeous brown eyes that could make any girl weak at the knees, and those full lips that I would just love to- What the hell am I thinking? I'm going crazy, my brother just turned into a werewolf and I'm going insane.

"Quit staring." Jake said, smirking a bit.

"I'm not staring." I rolled my eyes.

"Please, I know you want me."

I stared at him with disbelief, did he really just say that?

"Ha, told you." he laughed.

"NO I- no I don't." I said, blushing and looking behind him.

He turned his head slightly, "yeah, you do." he whispered, his breathe tickling my neck and making me shiver.

"Jacob Black I swear I'll-" I began looking at him face.

"You'll what-" he said making eye contact with me for the first time ever. We just stood there, frozen, and looking at each other. I felt my life changed, and everything I wanted to happen with my life suddenly revolved around Jacob. And I felt this magnetic pull to him, like I needed to be closer to him in anyway and everyway possible.

"What's happening?" I whispered, still not looking away from his gorgeous eyes.

"I just imprinted on you." He whispered also. My eyes widened, my dad had told me about that. Just last week actually.

"Hey Mackenzie," My dad said leaning against the '69 as I worked on it.

"Yeah?" I said a little nervous, he never called me Mackenzie unless I was in trouble or it was important.

"Can I tell you just one little story about out legends."

I sighed, and looked up at him, his eyes were hopeful. "Sure, why not." I said, wiping the grease off my hands with a rag and leaning next to him.

"Well according to our legends when a werewolf find their mate, they imprint." he started.

"What that?" I asked, kind of intrigued. I'm a girl, I like goopy romantic junk.

"It's when a werewolf finds it perfect match, and their mate becomes the center of their world."

"What about the mate's world?"

He smiled, probably happy I was actually listening, "Same for the mate, anyway, the werewolf becomes anything and anyone their mate needs. A friend, a guardian, or a lover."

I blushed slightly, was he insinuating I was going to be imprinted on? "But how do they imprint?"

"They look at their potential mate in the eyes, and that at that moment when both of their eyes meet, their world's rotation changes and starts revolving around the person they are staring at."

"Well that's…sappy." I laughed, but I knew there was a reason he was telling me this. And to be honest, I was scared to death.

"I'm your soul mate." I whispered, still looking in his eyes. He nodded and looked away, finally breaking our stare. "This why you never looked in my eyes," I said with realization, but then something else hit me, "You knew you were going to imprint on me…and you never looked me in the eye. You didn't want to imprint on me." I said, my voice shaking. He looked at me with sad eyes.

I was right.

He never wanted to imprint on me.

I wasn't what he wanted.

"Put me down." I said, tears threatening to spill.

"Mackie, let me explain." he said, putting me down, but not letting me go.

"You've explained enough." I said trying to fight out of his arms.

"Mackenzie, I didn't want to ruin your life. I knew if I imprinted on you it would only hurt the both of us."

"And why would it Jacob?" I yelled facing him, his arms around my back holding me against him.

"I want someone else, and I-" but I didn't let him finished I was out his arms and down the road.

"Mackenzie!" he yelled, his voice in pain. And it pained me to hear it. I had to force my legs to keep running, all they wanted to do was to turn around and run back to him. "Mackenzie, please." he said right behind me. Damn him and his wolf skills.

I stopped, but didn't turn around. "My dad said that the imprinter would become anything the imprintee needed." he didn't say anything, so I continued. "I want you to stay way from me."

"What you need, not want." he said, his voice low.

I turned around and looked him in the eyes, "I need you to stay away from me."

"Mackenzie, please take it back." he said, his eyes pleading.

"No, I need you to stay away from me." I said, but my voice was threatening to crack.

"If-If that's what you want." he said looking down.

"Its what I need."

"But you want me stay." he said, his voice a little hopeful.

"If it helps you sleep at night." I whispered, and turned around.

"It will." he said, and left. I just stood there and counted how many steps he took, until I couldn't hear them any more.

"Where's Matthew?" My dad said, looking up from his car magazine. I looked him in the eyes and broke down crying. I heard him get out of his seat quickly, he wrapped his arms around me and lead me to the couch. "He changed?"

"yeah, and Jacob- Jacob, he uh-"

"imprinted on you." he finished for me.

I snapped my head up, "you knew I was going to be imprinted on." He gave me a soft look. "That's why you wanted to come back! You knew it!"

"Your brother could've been imprinted on too, by Leah. But I started seeing the change in him, and I knew we needed to go back." He said, rubbing my back.

"But how come I'm not a werewolf?"

"Your genetics weren't strong enough."

"So does this mean you're a werewolf too?"

He laughed, "No, its skips a generation. Your grandfather was,"

"So it was automatic that Matt would be too."

"Not necessarily." He said, his face worried now.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"I think our family needs to have a talk with Sam."