3Authors Note: Hey! So this is kinda a random story based on an OC I made with my "wifey" while we were simply enjoying ourselves while rp'ing in PM's anything that came to our minds. I started this story looong ago (well maybe I started on October actually… it was supposed to be for her bday), and I still haven't finished it. I would say I'm not even halfway done. But as our anniversary is coming up I thought it'd be nice to at least continue this story –not finish it unless my authors block lets me live-, and I'll be posting it here so she would enjoy it easier, and anyone else who wants can enjoy it.
Don't take this story too seriously, it might probably be full of grammar, spelling and even writing mistakes. I tend to write when inspiration strikes and as English is not my birth language it's prone to being full of mistakes. And as usually this stories are only read by the person for whom I wrote them for I don't exactly have a Beta for them, and Word can only show me some of the mistakes.
Bear with me regarding the mistakes, and please help me by pointing them out in the reviews. Just please avoid the flames, I tend to take them a bit too seriously as my self-esteem as author is not high and I've erased some drafts of stories due to it more than once.
That being said: Just read and enjoy! Let me know what you think.
I walked nervously down the beach, keeping my head down as much as possible and staying alert for any noise that could lead me to think that someone was following me. Maybe it was me being paranoid, but taking in consideration I didn't know if they were still looking for me or if this beach had become popular while I was gone I guess I had enough reasons to worry.
Though I'm not sure if they'd recognize me even if I passed them by while walking around mindlessly; my hair was not the soft brown/bronze color it had been before I left nor my eyes were the same dark green color plus I had stopped using my glasses. The moment I managed to afford changing them I did right away, my hair was now a very dark brown that could be seen as black from a distance, and my eyes were now a violet tone thanks to contacts that replaced my old glasses. In few words, I looked completely different to how I did when I ran away.
Sighing I kicked a rock in small frustration as thinking about this brought up memories I had been trying to hide deep within my mind for almost 3 years. Now I was beginning to regret having come back to La Push and exposing myself to someone recognizing me and telling off on me with my parents as technically I was still a minor. Though there weren't much people that could recognize me easily, as dad had kept us away from the Pack when we were younger and only Quil, Embry, and Seth came over to visit. The rest of the Pack didn't know me much so they wouldn't be able to know it was me under this new appearance.
-Maybe I should go back to my flat and talk to Magnus about possibly moving away again, coming back might have not been my best idea ever- I thought to myself and turned around to make a move to leave the beach and walk back to the treaty line where I had left my car when coming here. When I turned around I almost bumped into someone, and obviously I cursed to myself for not having heard someone coming over.
-Sorry, didn't mean to collide with you- I quickly apologized, not really looking to the person I had bumped into.
-It's alright, don't worry- a deep voice said that almost immediately caught my attention, making me look up and then suddenly regret it.
The moment I looked up I was met with a boy/man of tanned skin, that told me he must be of the Pack, but I couldn't know if he was of the Pack my dad had been in or if the new one that had been formed around the same time my sister had phased. When I fully looked up and locked eyes with him, I met my fate. His own eyes widened and I felt a pull at my chest, plus the strange feeling that somehow I was now an important part of his own fate. Then, reality hit me. I knew only of a feeling that happened like that and was something particular of the Pack: imprinting.
-Crap… a wolf just imprinted on me… I'm doomed- This was my first thought when realizing what had happened, though then I began wondering who he was as right now I couldn't match his face to the few descriptions Dad had told us about the other wolves in his Pack, and I didn't remember anyone around my age with a similar face.
It seemed that he realized quickly also that he had imprinted and smiled a little sheepishly at me, offering me his hand to shake
-Sorry, should introduce myself before staring so much. Hey, I'm Paul Lahote-
Paul… oh! He was part of my dad's Pack then, though I didn't know much about him as from what little Dad had said about him I could only gather they didn't really get along. Still I decided that it wouldn't hurt maybe getting to know him better seeing I knew the basics of imprinting and knew a little what to expect. So I smiled and took his hand.
-Nice to meet you Paul, I'm Lizzie Bane-
And so my new life began, one in which I'd learn that things don't always happen as you plan them, but they always turn out in a happy way.