#your wolf

I pulled up to my house to see Emmett sitting on my porch steps. He looked great...better than great actually. He was wearing black slacks, a white button up with a black jacket. It fit im wonderfully. His pale skin sticking out against the dark colors. I could have drooled with house nice he looks. He looked up at me and smiled. I stepped out of the car and his smile grew impossibly larger.

“You look absolutely stunning” he said as he grabbed my hand in his. His hand was freezing, but I couldn’t focus on that when his eyes were devouring me.

“You don’t look to bad yourself” I replied with a laugh, trying to distract him from burning a hole through my with his gaze. It seemed to do the trick, since he walked me to his car and opened my door allowing me to get in before he shut it and got in himself.

We chatted in the car a little before I figured I should explain my tardiness.

‘Sorry for being late, it was totally by accident” I explained, “I went over to Seth’s and ran into Sam Uley.. do you know him? Well he was acting like I was going out to personally piss him off. I figure Leah is giving him an earful about his behavior.I sure as hell would have had I not been running late already”

He glanced at me with a strange look. He was either worried or confused, maybe both. He didn’t answer though, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. Thankfully, the awkward silence didn’t last too long as he pulled into a rather fancy looking restaurant. Like before, he got out and opened my door for me. What a damn gentleman I thought.

We walked in, and as we were being seated, people would not stop staring. I was sure the look were meant for him, but he placed his had on my hip and flexed his fingers occasionally. It was very possessive. It was hot as hell and my mouth went dry. It made my heart beat a little faster. It had been a while since anyone had their hands on me, sexual or not.

Dinner had gone great. We were both slightly awkward at first. We talked about school and homework, but then we started talking about our hobbies and interests. Emmett is a lot smarter then he lets people believe. He is well versed in literature and culture. However, his intelligence did not stop him from making such corny jokes all night.

“Why can’t ghosts have babies?” hed asked with this goofy grin on his face.

“I don't know Emmett, why can’t ghosts have babies?”

“They have hollow-weenies.” I was a little ashamed at how funny I found it. I laughed so hard that my drink came out of my nose while laughing.

Most of the time until our food came was him teasing me about it. Then our food came and I noticed he had only taken a few small bites.

“Sorry love, I just prefer to eat leftovers. It's no big deal, eat as much as you’d like.” he’d said when I asked if he wasn't hungry. It was making me a little nervous to be the only one eating. But he just kept talking like it was so common.

He’d paid the bill and asked if I would like to go on a walk. I was having a great time, so why not I thought. He asked if I was able to walk in my heels. I laughed and told him id manage. We walked about the park, still hand in hand and it was turning out to be a great date.

-

However, our date didn’t end on a great note. He drove me home and walked me to the porch no problem.

“I had a great time Em, even if soda came out of my nose” I said and he laughed this hearty laugh.

“I also had a wonderful time,.” he said as he slid a strand of hair behind my ear. He grabbed my chin, lifting it towards him with one hand and the other was placed on my hip to draw me closer. I could hear my pulse in my ears and I hoped he couldn’t hear it too. I watched as his lips got closer to mine and my eyes shut lightly.

His lips were soft but they felt wrong against my own. It's not that the kiss was bad, it was wonderful actually, sweet and thorough, but it was like I wasn’t meant to kiss him. Things were just a little off. There was no heat or physical connection. But I didn’t get the chance to explore the kiss because one second we are kissing, and the next Sam fucking Uley was pulling him off of me and punching Emmett in the face.

He goes to speak but I am already leaving the room.

“Shit hey Em, whats up?”

I hear him chuckle over the phone.”I am at your house, you didn’t forget about me did you?”

“Of course not, I am at Seth’s grabbing something. I will head that way. Or we can meet up somewhere?” I say, feeling bad about being late.

“No, I don’t mind waiting for you.” and I can hear the smirk in his voice. I was about to respond when I heard Leah and Sam arguing. Shit.

“Okay, I will head that way. Bye.” I hung up before he could respond and walked back into Leah’s room. Leah had her arms crossed and sam looked pissed.

“Okay. What the hell is going on?” I ask, annoyed.

“(y/n), please dont go on this date. Emmett is not who you think he is. It’s not safe. Please.” he begs. I look in his eyes and he seems genuinely upset. It tugs at my heart strings.

“Sam… I can’t back out now. He is at my house waiting. Please tell me what’s going on. who is he really?” I just want him to answer. I can’t stand him looking at me so sad and disappointed. 

He doesn’t answer, he only stares at me. I have the urge to move closer to him but I resist. God what is going on with me today. His jaw tightens.

 I mumble an okay whatever, and walk out. If he’s not going to explain, I don’t need to be here. But still, it hurts to walk away.

I get to my car and send Emmett a text saying I’m on the way and pull out of the driveway.

-

Sams POV (once (y/n) leaves)

I watched you leave the room, wanting to go after you. But the look on Leah’s face clearly said that was in no way happening. She looked positively furious.

“Are you going to tell me what the fuck your problem is? Because from how I am seeing it, you have gone insane.” she says through gritted teeth.

I can feel myself starting to get angry. Angry at the situation, at myself, and (y/n), at the damn leech. I need to get out of there. Leah is obviously still staring at me, waiting for a response. I take out my phone and text the pack to meet me in the woods.

“I have to go. I will explain later.” I say walking out the door, not able to look at the hurt in her eyes. I need to get out of here. My blood is boiling, my hands are starting to shake. My anger is taking over my body, and mind. I storm past Leah, as she screams my name.

I took off to the words, shifting once I am out of sight. I can hear the guys thoughts in my mind.

Sam, you okay?

Yeah man, what going on?

I know they are probably searching my thoughts.

I imprinted on (y/n). I reply. Thats when I reach the clearing, my pack staring back at me.

You did WHAT?  they say in unison. I am royally screwed.