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Chapter 18

Seth P.O.V.

Jacob had helped Josy and Mike home the night before and had taken care of both of them while I patrolled the woods by their house. Okay, it was right behind their house, but can you blame me for wanting to keep an eye on my imprint?

As of now, though, I was sitting at the kitchen counter of Josy's kitchen talking to her about vampire's and why she was stuck inside the house on her dad's orders. She didn't really care about Jacob ordering anything; Josy couldn't care less about what her cousin wanted her to do.

"Do you know why the vampires are so cold?" I shook my head. She chewed on her cheek and thought about it for a second, then fired into another round of questions. She was so curious about everything, it was almost amusing. When you weren't the one answering the questions; Josy always asked them in a quick succession, one after another, and they were hard to keep up with. "Okay, why do they sparkle? And what's up with the weird smell? And I don't understand why there is one chasing after all of us, also, why do I need to be guarded!?" she demanded.

"Because you're new and inexperienced, look at what the thing did to Leah, she's been a wolf for a little while now and she was hurt badly." Her face settled into a frown with her eyebrows drawn low over her eyes. I tried not to stare at her. I really did. But it was just so hard not to. Her hair fell so perfectly down her back, almost like a long chestnut-y brown waterfall and her eyes were almost almond-shaped, but more round like her dad's were. She was perfect. To me anyway, to anyone else? Probably not so much.

"Okay, then," She paused in between her thoughts. "So you all think I'm too fragile to take care of myself, then?" She caught me off guard.

"No! No no no! That's not what we think at all!" I tried to think of how to backtrack and not sound like a douche bag, but nothing came to mind. "We just don't want you to be alone if the thing comes back, it had nothing to do with your strengths, or us taking away your independence. But, being apart of a pack just means that you have to rely on everyone to help you, you can't just do things like this by yourself.

She still looked skeptical and rolled her eyes while sighing. My shoulders slumped as I realized she was upset with the situation. It wasn't ideal, but she couldn't go to school and put humans in danger as well as herself. She needed to be protected, to be surrounded by those who could help and back her up if it came down to a fight. She couldn't take on this thing as a lone wolf.

"Whatever," She huffed and crossed her arms. I looked over at her, just admiring her again. I had to stop or one day she wouldn't be so forgiving of my spacey-ness. "So what am I going to do all day...?" She said, more talking to herself than anything. She looked at the top of the fridge and seemed to spot something immediately. My eyes followed her as she walked to the fridge and got a red book off of the top of it. She set it down on the counter and opened it up to what seemed to be a table of contents and ran her finger down it until she came to something that looked like it interested her.

I watched my imprint collect things around the kitchen. She found flour and sugar first, then got out some vegetable oil, a few other things, some various bowls and spoons, and a mixer. Josy started to measure out the dry ingredients and put them in one bowl while she put the wet ingredients in another; she started to mix the dry ingredients together with her hands and dusted them off on a towel that happened to be sitting on the counter. Jo started beating the eggs and once she was done she poured them into the wet ingredients and mixed those together as well.

Watching her do all this was soothing, almost like reading. But without the aching and tired eyes. I could have watched Josy all day, nothing was better than that. As I thought about this, she got out two pans and set them on the counters next to the sink and turned on the oven. She plugged in the electric mixer she had gotten out earlier and began to pour a little bit of the liquids into the dry stuff and started to mix it with the mixer.

She concentrated so hard that it looked like she had tuned everything out and was only paying attention to what was at hand. Nothing existed to her but that bowl. And the pans she eventually put the batter in, of course.

Josy popped the pans in the oven and turned to face me. "Okay," she said."I'm ready for whatever else you have to say." I was surprised but took it to be good sign.

"Well, do you want to know about the imprint thing?" She squinted her eyes and looked elsewhere, thinking about her answer.

"Yes and no. I know the story of the third wife. I mean, who doesn't?" She thought for a little while longer. "So, I guess I don't need to know much. But..." she paused and looked down at her bare feet. "When I saw you for the first time, and I saw our future together, does that mean I'm crazy? Or that I imprinted on you?" I started. I had no idea that she had seen anything.

"I think," a voice said from outside of the back door. "That means you imprinted on the guy who imprinted on you." It was Quil, whose voice was floating through the screen door that led out to the porch.

I shrugged. "I don't really know if that was it, but I'd like to assume so since you're my imprint." She smiled a little bit, the first I had seen all day, because she had been upset for most of the time that I had seen her. "So, you saw what our lives will be like together?" I shot for nonchalance and missed completely. Josy caught on immediately.

"I'm not telling you about it. If I've learned anything from watching Doctor Who, it's that you shuoldn't mess with things that aren't set yet. Unless you need to, but that's different." She rambled.

"Uh, okay," I had no idea what she was talking about, but went along with it anyway. "So, did you see our wedding day?" She went stiff. I totally knew it.

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