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Time moved too fast, days turning into weeks as Angelina struggled to maintain her friendships intact, her grades up and life upright. Every time Angelina met up with Jacob and Quil, the first one would demand to know why she kept seeing Embry, his skyrocketing temper growing each passing day. The girl would respond tiredly about them knowing soon enough.

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Her eyes filled with exhaustion as her computer brightened the room, the only source of light coming from the screen. Her curls stood up in different directions thanks to her nervous habit of running her hands through it. With slight excitement she wrote, Quileute legends, on the search bar and pressed enter. Multiple articles appeared on the screen, some she recognized from Embry's tales, so she ignored the ones she already knew.

A small 'Click!' resonated on the quiet room, her hand still as she squinted her eyes to read the title of the website. Angelina's hand palmed the desk, searching for her glasses. Once she found them she placed them on the bridge of her nose, her vision improving greatly.

The website, titled "Quileute Legends and Myths", seemed promising. Angelina leaned in, her eyes scanning the articles. As she delved into the content, a mixture of excitement and anticipation gripped her. The legends unfolded on the screen, revealing a rich tapestry of Quileute history and folklore.

Angelina clicked on an article that caught her eye – "The Spirit Bond: Wolves and Humans." The text detailed the ancient connection between Quileute tribe members and the spirit of the wolf. As she read, a realization dawned on her, connecting the dots between the legends and her mysterious dreams.

The article explained how some individuals in the tribe had a deeper spiritual connection with wolves, a bond that went beyond the physical. It described visions, dreams, and a heightened awareness that marked those chosen by the spirit of the wolf. Angelina's heart raced as the words mirrored her experiences.

Her mind raced, thoughts whirling like leaves in a storm.

Angelina navigated through various articles, absorbing the details of Quileute legends. Each revelation echoed the stories Embry had shared, validating the authenticity of their experiences. She took notes, scribbling down key points and trying to make sense of the significance of her dreams and the diary.

The clock ticked away as Angelina continued her research, losing track of time in the pursuit of understanding. The room remained silent, except for the soft hum of the computer. As she delved deeper into the legends, a word seemed to repeat in everyone of these. Imprinting. Her mind kept repeating it multiple times, preventing Angelina from forgetting it.

She kept searching, her right hand carelessly writing it down in her note book. As she found no information on it she promised herself she would ask Embry tomorrow, her mind too tired to keep going.

The room plunged into darkness as the computer screen dimmed, leaving only the soft glow of the moon filtering through the window. Angelina lay on her bed, surrounded by the remnants of her research—notes scattered across the desk, glasses resting atop her diary, and a sense of newfound knowledge swirling in her mind.

With a sigh, Angelina closed her notebook and placed it on the bedside table. The weight of exhaustion settled over her, and she succumbed to the comfort of her bed. The events of the past weeks played like a movie in her mind—the dreams, the mysterious diary, the unraveling Quileute legends, and the intricate web of connections she had stumbled upon.