Being a Winchester: Full Moon

Embry

My Sanctuary! My Sactuary! Where fear and lies, melt away!

Music brings to life!

Aisling: Shut up Zorlia!

Zorlia: But I thought you said I sing well.

Aisling: If you sing well then you own Supernatural and New Moon. But, YOU DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!

Zorlia: T_T my character's so mean to me.

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I was on my way back from a patrol. Thankfully, this one wasn't at the dead of night, so mom won't yell at me too much. The other guys in the pack ask Sam to give me a break and tell mom the secret, but I know better. Even if I do tell her, she won't believe me. She never did believe in the legends around here.

Aisling liked that about her.

Damn it! I'm thinking about her again.

I'm still pissed at both myself and at Sam for breaking up with Ash. I can't help think about her. I hope she got over me, but at the same time I don't want her over me.

I'm a complete mess, as she always said.

I reached the porch and walked into the house, my mind elsewhere. Maybe I can sneak by her house and......what? Watch her like some kind of sick stalker? That's just asking for trouble.

"Mom, I'm home!" I called out, shutting the door. I need to come up with something to see her. Without her seeing me of course. Or, maybe her seeing me would be a good thing? I hate this.

"Come into the living room dear, I have someone I want you to talk to." I heard mom shout. I rolled my eyes, it might some therapist or something. I was hoping that would be her last resort. Guess not.

Now my mind was clouded with ways to get the therapist off my back, or just what to say in general. Maybe I should tell him I'm a werewolf who patrols the night for stray Vampires and I'm not supposed to tell any humans, but he seemed like a nice guy? Ha, that would get me in a straight jacket in a matter of seconds.

So, the truth is out.

I walked into the living room and leaned against the doorway, not looking in there directly, but at the curtain drapes on our windows. They were a light brown, kinda ugly. I should get mom to change them. Oh great, now I sound like some kind of upset wife. I might actually need help.

Sighing, I looked into the room, to the couch where mom and our "visitor" sat. Mom looked tired. There were more winkles showing, and I saw a hint of grey hair. Probably put there from the stress of worrying about me. Her eyes were tired, as if she hasn't a good night's sleep in a while. Probably hasn't because of all the late night patrols.

When I looked to the person beside her, I heard something snap. Everything, every little thing about me, vanished.

My worry over mom, my sadness over Ash, my stress from Sam, my life in all, floated away until one little thing caught me.

Aisling.

I didn't know I said it until a few moments afterwords. It hit me then.

Aisling was my imprint.

"Embry." Aisling replied, her voice seeming to echo inside my head. Is this what imprinting was like? If not, then I don't know what is. Wow that sounded corny.

"Why don't you follow me into the kitchen?" I was lost in her voice for a moment, then the actual meaning to the words entered my brain. I shook my head.