I wonder who guessed right? Here's Wolfie's POV!

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, so I don't own Twilight

Seth's POV

I was doing patrols, when I felt a slight tugging pulling me towards a particular point in the forest. As I wandered towards it, I distantly heard Quil protesting.

Seth, dude, what's wrong? Why'd you stop patrols?

I just followed the pull to where I saw a girl, who looked about 14, in a white dress, and bare feet. She stopped when she saw me, and then I realised what had happened. I had imprinted. I grinned at this new revelation, and she started walking towards me. I could scarcely believe it when she rested her head on my neck, and I lay on the ground. I could get used to this! She curled into my body, and I was doing back-flips in my head.

"I'm going to call you Wolfie." She exclaimed, and I chuckled. The guys would get a kick out of this, but for now, I was content just laying here with my imprint. To my surprise, she fell asleep.

Shall I get someone else to do patrol with me? Quil grumbled, and I tried not to growl at him for ruining the moment.

Yeah. I'm not budging for all the money in the world. I retorted, and he sighed, and howled into the night for someone else. After a second of listening to my imprint's light breathing, I fell asleep as well.

Esme's POV

At around two am, I heard Sara's quick breathing, and beating heart. She was having a nightmare. I resisted the urge to rush to her side, and exchanged a worried look with Carlisle. I heard her walking down the stairs. At first, I thought she was getting a drink of water, but then I heard the front door open and close. Immediately, Carlisle and I rushed downstairs, to be met with her retreating figure, disappearing into the trees. We chased her, but to our surprise, she was faster than any other human we had encountered. Suddenly, we sensed the treaty line approaching.

"Carlisle, we have to stop her!" I exclaimed.

"It's too late." He replied, and halted as we watched the little girl propel herself over the river, marking the treaty line.

"No," I gasped, but to my amazement, she made it across.

"We can't go across, we just have to wait here until she returns." Carlisle told me, and I dry-sobbed onto his shoulder. The others arrived, and positioned themselves along the riverside. This was going to be a long night.

Sara's POV

I woke at around four in the morning, judging from the sky. It was boiling! Wolfie was beneath me, and I moved slightly. To my amazement, despite the fact that he had been snoring rather loudly, he woke up, and my eyes met with his large dark ones, full of… love? His looked to me as if he loved me. Like a friend, or family. I smiled at this new revelation, and Wolfie grinned his toothy smile. He sat up slightly, and I did as well, so I was leaning against his furry side.

"You know, I've never had a friend before. All the other kids think I'm weird." I said out loud. It actually felt nice to be speaking to someone about me. I had never felt like this before; normally I felt insecure, but Wolfie made me feel safe. He nodded for me to carry on, like he could understand me. Then again, maybe he could.

"Everyone says I have some problem of some sort. They say I don't understand the difference between reality and the imaginary. I don't really understand how I can be expected to." I said. This made him look at me worriedly.

"That's why everyone doesn't want to foster me. They say I give them a heart attack; that I should be expected to understand. My mother never told me. You see, I live in care, well, up till recently. I was fostered, by Carlisle and Esme Cullen." Suddenly, I heard a low growl coming from Wolfie. I looked at him, worried. Did he know these people? Or did he sense something else?

"Carlisle's a doctor. He doesn't understand me. I heard him and Liz, my social worker, talking about whether I needed 'special help'. Do you think I do?" I asked Wolfie, not expecting him to reply; yet he did. He shook his head vigorously multiple times, before licking my face from my chin to my hairline. I laughed, and so did he.

"I moved in with them yesterday. Their house is massive! When I walked in, I half expected there to be a butler, and a doorman, waiting to take my coat and give me a guided tour. The family seems nice, but there's something off about them. They're just a little too pale, and they all have the same colour eyes, even thought they're all from different families. They scare me slightly." I said, and Wolfie nuzzled my face comfortingly.

"Esme asked me what I wanted for dinner. I asked for soup, but they only had chicken. Most foods make me sick; everything apart from plain fruits and vegetables. Liz say's its not healthy, and tries to get me to eat lots of foods. I was sick, in the sink, after dinner. Carlisle told me I have to tell him why if I am sick again. But whenever people ask me about myself, I remember being told as a child never to answer questions about myself. That was when I was five. The care worker, Matt, told me not to." I paused, waiting for Wolfie's reaction. He was frowning.

"My name's Sara." I added, and he smiled at me.

"I best be going now; I don't want them to find out I've been gone. Will you be back here tomorrow night?" I asked, and he nodded his large head. I smiled

"Bye." I said, and petted his head.

just to justify why i chose Seth, I think he's kind, funny, and i have read a hell of a lot of stories about him recently!

Now the question is, who's POV is next?