Imprint in Time

Chapter Seventeen

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Chapter Seventeen

The next day after convincing my mom I was ok to leave the house, John came to my house to pick me up to take me to my grandma’s. I had so many things I had to ask her. And one very important question: What the heck was wrong with my powers?

As soon as John and I got inside, grandma sat down on the couch and told us to sit too.

“I had a feeling you were coming back,” she said.

Okkkkk…..

“Are you psychic?” John asked.

She laughed.

“No, close to one though. I sense when people need my help,” she said.

“Well, we need your help,” John said.

I shushed him.

“Yes, see the other day, when John and I touched each other, we got shocked,” I said.

“I see,” she said.

“So what can we do?” I asked.

“There is nothing you CAN do. I’m sorry. I warned you about staying together and each time you touch each other, the shocks will only get worse,” she said.

“So that’s it? We’re screwed?” John said.

“Not necessarily. There is another way to reverse the imprint but it’s way too risky,” she said.

“Tell us,” John said.

“Yes, please,” I said.

“Alright. If you turn into a werewolf Tiffany, the imprint will disappear and you will get to live your life with John,” she said.

“Wait. I’m confused. When you’re imprinted, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? Turn into a werewolf I mean,” I said.

“No. Your ex-boyfriend imprinted on you when you’re a human. He didn’t want you to turn into a werewolf or else he would’ve imprinted when you turned into one. Make sense?” she said.

“Kinda,” I said.

“So she has to turn into a smelly, disgusting wolf like Brad so the shock thing will stop?” John asked.

“Precisely,” she said.

“Well, how do I turn into a werewolf?” I asked.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?” John shouted. “Why would you even THINK about turning into that?”

“Because I love you!” I said.

Whoops. I didn’t mean to say that.

“You do? You love me?” John said.

“Yes. I do. And John, I want to be with you for as long as I live. I have to do this,” I said.

He sighed.

“Ok,” he said.

“So grandma, how do I turn into one?” I asked.

“Well, Brad needs to bite you,” she said.

“I thought that was only vampires,” John said.

“It’s both,” she said.

“But Brad will never agree to turn me into a werewolf. He hated being one,” I said.

“I’m sorry. Either Brad bites you, or……………………..you die,” she said.