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Remember, The moment you face

Is it all straight ahead or behind you?

Well maybe, if you look around

You'll see everything's perfectly clear

Picture it all in your mind

Remember where we are now

Open your eyes

And take it all in

Remember where we are now

This is where your life begins

- Remember, Gabriel Mann

Chapter 8

Cecily's POV

I was so nervous about meeting Jacob at the beach. What if he wanted to break up with me after yesterday? I was a wreck. I threw something on and took my bike to the beach.

When I got there, I sat on the same log I waited for Jake on before our first date. And like our first date, he showed up a couple minutes after I got there. "Hey cutie." He tried to kiss me on the mouth, but I moved my face so his lips met my cheek instead.

His eyebrows knit together, confused, "What's wrong?"

"Are you . . . are you gonna break up with me?"

"Of course not! What would make you think that?"

I didn't know what to say. "I - I . . . I don't know. After yesterday . . . I just didn't know. Jacob, why did you ask me to come here?"

He closed his eyes, "Cecily, I have to tell you something."

"What? What is it?"

He grabbed my arms, "Cecily, look at me. Look in my eyes." I stared into those warm brown eyes. Those eyes had brought me comfort, and hope. They had made me feel things that I'd never felt before. "Remember them, remember what they look like, remember the person behind them."

"Jacob, what are you talking about?" He turned his back to me and ran off into the woods, faster than anyone I'd ever seen.

"Jacob!" I yelled, but he never looked back. Why did he tell me to remember his eyes? As I was wondering, something moved in the tree line. I looked up and almost peed my pants. Actually, I do think I peed my pants a little.

A wolf.

The same wolf I'd seen a couple weeks ago, staring at me through my window. I was scared out of my mind. There was no one to save me here. There was nowhere for me to run. I wondered why this wolf seemed to be alone. Didn't wolves usually travel in packs? It moved in my direction, walking slowly. If it was going to hurt me, I would rather get it over with. It kept moving until it was just a few feet away.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I whispered, "Jacob . . ." although of course he couldn't hear me.

Suddenly, his words rang in my head.

"Look in my eyes. Remember them, remember what they look like, remember the person behind them."

I looked into the wolves eyes. They looked so familiar.

And then I knew why. It hit me like I'd run smack dab into a cement wall.

They were Jacob's eyes.

"Jacob?" The wolf whimpered and hung its head, maneuvering into a sitting position. Cautiously, I reached out and touched its fur. It pressed its head to my hand.

"Those eyes . . ." I trailed off, staring into its eyes. It was without a doubt, Jacob. I just didn't know how this was even possible. "It really is you, isn't it?"

He barked in response. It licked my hand and sprinted off into the woods. Soon I saw Jacob emerge, without a shirt this time. He approached and sat next to me. I was the first to speak. "So . . . you're – you're a werewolf?"

He smiled sheepishly, "Um yeah, I guess you could call it that."

"I just can't believe it. You're a werewolf? How is this . . .? How is this even possible?"

"It just is. Our ancestors are descended from wolves. Only those of us of pure Quileute descent become . . . this. And even then, only some of us have the gene."

"Wait . . . Hold on. 'Us?'"

"Um . . . yeah. The group I introduced you to at the party . . . we're all wolves."

"All of you?" He nodded.

"Fuck." He gave me an incredulous look.

"Sorry . . . So all of you are pure Quileute? Is that why y'all look alike?"

"Yeah, that's why."

"It's just . . . so much to take in. So this explains . . . the insane body temperature. What else is there?"

"We have really good hearing and vision. We are enormously strong, and fast. We have huge appetites. But you already figured that out."

"You're . . . Are you the wolf that I saw the day we first met?"

"Yeah, I was running patrol that day and I wanted to see you."

"Patrol?"

"Our job, the reason we even become this, is to protect the reservation."

"From what? What is there to protect us from?"

He sighed, his jaw clenched in anger. "Cecily, there's a whole world, that no one would believe exists. The truth is? We protect the rez from vampires."

"Vampires? Are you serious? I never thought they were anything more than a myth."

"Just like werewolves right? Believe me, they're real, and they can't be killed by the sun."

It was stupid, but I had to ask, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He smiled, "Well it's not usually the first thing I tell a girl."

"Then what do you say?"

"I try to steer clear of girls. It's dangerous to date anyone. They can get hurt."

"Except for me right?" I said, finding his eyes.

He put his arm around me, "Except for you. You're an exception."

"How?"

"You know, you're like Bella in that way too. She knows about this. She's my best friend, so I thought she deserved to know."

"And me?" I started counting the grains of sand below me.
He eyes met mine. "You're different. Way different."

"How?" I asked again, starting to get frustrated.

He let in a deep breath, "Cecily, have you ever heard of imprinting?" I shot him a confused look. "I'm guessing that would be a no." He paused. "Imprinting binds two souls together."

"Ah, like love at first sight?"

"Everyone thinks that, but it's more powerful."

I raised my eyebrows, "Even more powerful than true love?"

"Once you find your imprint, your other half, there's nothing that can hold you back. When one of us imprints, the imprintee feels the effect too. Everything you feel, everything you do, is intertwined and connected." He grabbed a hold of my hand and placed in on his, palms together, like we were giving each other a high five. He laced our fingers together.

"How does it happen then?"

"Just by chance. When you look your imprint in the eyes for the first time, there's an instant connection. It doesn't matter if you know each other. It just happens."

"So who's imprinted in your group?"

"Well Sam and Emily. They're getting married soon. Jared and Kim. Paul and my sister Rachel, and . . . Quil and Claire. You haven't met her yet. She's . . . two."

"Two?! He imprinted on a two-year old!?"

"Yeah, he's a little different from the rest of us. It's more like friendship than love. It can really be either one. He'll be the best big brother she could ever have."

"So . . . what about me then? If you haven't imprinted on me, then why are we together?"

"Cecily, that's why I wanted to talk to you; the truth is that I imprinted. And not just on anyone. I imprinted on you."

I swear the world stopped rotating for a minute there.

Jacob Black imprinted? On me?

"You imprinted on me?"

He smiled, "Yeah I did."

"Me?" I asked incredulously.

He flashed his pearly whites, "Yes, you."

I smiled, "So which type is it then?"

He grinned, "I think you know," and he pressed his lips to mine. I put my hand on his cheek. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and drew me closer.

I was out of breath, "This version exceeds friendship. So that means . . . love." He smiled at me. "You- you see me as a lover."

I smiled, "I can't believe how lucky I am."

He grinned, "Damn right you're lucky to have me." I swung my arm out to smack him, but he stopped me before I made physical contact. "You might not wanna do that. It'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me."

I snapped my finger. "Darn. Now how am I supposed to reprimand you when you get too cocky?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, "Don't go there." I pointed to him.

He laughed, "You know me way too well."

I laughed along with him. Then I got an idea. "Let's test that speed of yours." I broke into a full sprint. "Catch me if you can!"

He easily caught up with me, of course. He lifted me into the air and put me over his shoulder. "Not fair! Jacob put me down!" I pounded his back with my fists, forgetting the whole 'it'll hurt you more than me' speech from earlier. He was cracking up the whole time, oblivious to me screams. "Your feet are not touching the ground until you give me a kiss." He said teasingly.

"Jacob?"

"Yes, my dear?" He could barely contain his laughter.

"It's kind of hard to kiss you when my head is parallel to your ass."

"You mean you're not enjoying the view?" He was toying with me now.

"Jacob, either put me upright so I can kiss you or put me down RIGHT NOW."

He, somewhat reluctantly, flipped me over. As soon as he did, I attacked his mouth with mine. We stayed for a couple seconds, and then he broke away. "Mercy, babygirl. You must really like the taste of my lips, or you really wanna get down."

I rolled my eyes, "Not that I don't enjoy being in your arms, but I'd really like to feel the sand between my toes."

Finally, he set me down on the sand. "You are too adorable when you get angry."

I rolled my eyes for the second time in a span of two minutes. "You, Jacob Black, are THE corniest guy I have ever met."

"It's the side of me that only you get to see. If any of the guys knew, my macho man image would be ruined."

I laughed, "We wouldn't want that."

We sat cross-legged on the sand. He pulled me onto his lap and I leaned into his chest, resting my head into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and we sat on the sand, staring out into the never-ending ocean. I felt so protected. Nothing could ever hurt me. Not even a vampire.

I hope y'all liked it! I've read many, MANY werewolfxOC stories on here, and there are a TON of ways to write this infamous scene. I spent forever making this chapter absolutely perfect. Well, as close as humans can get to perfection. Any suggestions and comments, good and bad, are really appreciated. I pictured the last part, when Jake and Cecily are sitting on the beach, like Channing Tatum and Amanda Seigfried in Dear John. Anyways . . . click that little button and review review review! 8 reviews!