Jacob, Quil, Embry and Paul burst through the door. The moment they caught a wiff of the food cooking inside the house a load of mmms and that smells good 's echoed around the boys. I soon caught the smell. Omlettes, pancakes, fruit, muffins... Oh, and rock cakes. My stomach lurched but I refused my stomach and held my nose taking deep breaths of outside air so I couldn't even taste it. I would never eat food made by Emily or anything else she makes.
"Hungry, boys?" I heard Emily trill, "eat up! There's plenty!" I listened to the thank you's and munching. Then Emily opened the door widely and the smell wafted out so the air was contaminated in dreadful cooking smell. I could tell that apologetic look from a mile away, anger swelled and so did the size of my body as, once again, I tore through my clothes. I was never gonna get used to that. At least it ment an extra long shopping trip, great. Emily sighed.
"You don't have to do this..." She paused when a snarl ripped through my chest at her. Her hand flew to the scar cutting half way through her face. Sam did that by accident when got out of control. Damn. Why couldn't I hurt her? I knew why. Because my mind and heart told me if I accidently killed her then it would mean him killing me. Anyone who killed the others imprint lover then it would mean a fight to the death, a little something I had picked from Sam's thoughts while he told me about imprinting. Emily's hand shyed away from her face. I was waiting for Sam to rescue her. I guess she was too by the scarce look on her face. Good I thought. Then I forgot that I had phased, I tried to speak to her in dog, but I was mad, making my barks sound threatening. I was surprised too at the nasty noises that escaped me. Emily began to dash for the house. Slamming the door and bolting it. Ha, I thought to myself, a door, great defence. The maddening feel burned me. Readied myself in a crouch, and sprung. Maybe a little to much force, a little to much speed... The door caved in with a earsplitting smash. Splinters. Wood flew everywhere. Ouch. But the thing that startled me most was that I was expecting a nice little crunch and a small squeal as Emily was flattened against the peeling paint of the wall... But instead was a deafening mighty crunch, not Emily for sure, and a huge growl. Uh oh. Sam to the rescue, only he didn't rescue himself. Guess I can't be hurt if the imprinter dies, then there's no one to fight with... Then I realised that here, right now, was the worst place to be, all this motion had happened with in the space of me still being in the air, no one had moved however Sam tipped forward into the splinters and wreck. Yet here I was standing on a mound of broken door and broken Sam.
