I was sitting on the edge of the cliff in La Push; contemplating on my life. There were several things wrong with me.
- I was the only female werewolf ever known to have existed. The girly wolf. The menopausal twenty-year old.
- I was in love with a man who would never love me back.
- My adolescent and nieive brother was best friends with what should be his worst enemy.
I should have gone to University this year. I should have a job and my own house. I should be in love...with someone I would, or could, have a hope of loving me back. Instead the core of my existence is madly and passionatly in love with my cousin, my best friend. At first I didn't know what to think of the new relationship. Dumping me after pledginghis love to me, showing his love for me. It boggled my mind. I loved him so much and for him to go and leave me for someone he just met....I didn't understand it. And when I finally did understand I wanted to turn back time. Ignorance was bliss. Blisswas managablecompared to the nagging truth. The truth that I know I can't blame him for. He's not to blame, though I know exactly who is. The Cullens. As much as I would like to attack and tear them all to shreds, I'm not permitted to harm the family at all. For the Alpha of my pack imprinted on a member of the family. Imprint. How I wish I could, but how I also wished it didn't exist. If I did imprint, the love I feel for Sam would leave, dissapear.
I'm just not that lucky.