Once In A Lifetime Love

Chapter Eleven

Sam had been on patrol with Paul as I had phased. Both had immediately saw the replay of my day in my head. Sam asked me, " Has the bullying been a common occurrence"? I had played for both he and Paul all of the times that i had ever been bullied.

That night, Sam had talked to my Mom about allowing me to get my GED. He had explained to her about my being bullied. And about my short temper. Mom had finally agreed to letting me take the test and be done with school. I had passed the test with high scores.

Needing time out of La Push, I phased and ran towards Seattle. I wanted to loose myself in the hustle and bustle of the city crowds. After I had spent most of the day walking in and out of the stores and watching people as they meandered around, my stomach was growling with hunger. Finding a small corner diner, I walked in.

Immediately a wonderful scent of pine and cinnamon assaulted my senses. As my eyes landed on a native man, I recognize his form immediately. I had seen his face and body in the memories of the pack. His name is Brady Fuller. A fellow pack member. Though he had left years before my a trivial in La Push, I knew that he was the man before me.

Having absolutely no clue as to what was leading me to do so, I made my way to his table. As he had looked up, our eyes had connected. I watched as a life with this gorgeous man flew by before my minds eye. Pulling myself from our locked gaze, I could see thst he had imprinted on me as well. I finally managed to open my lips to speak. Hello Brady.

My voice snapped him out of his trance as I called him by name. His eyes had widened as he had taken in my appearance. Taking notice of the tribal tattoo on my upper arm, before he absentmindedly rubs his shirt over his own. As he offers me the seat across from him, I scoot into the booth.

After ordering my own meal, I turn back to face Brady, as his questions begins. Over the course of the evening, we both got to know a lot about each other.

Over the course of the next week, Brady and I became close. We would meet up in Seattle or Port Angles daily. He told me about his life away from the Rez. Of the places that he had been. As we talked, he told me about a job that he was looking into based in Seattle. I was phsyced. My imprint was possibly moving back home.