❝𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘...❞
𝑭𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑵𝒂𝒔𝒉 has been dying on the inside since her birth. Born unable to combat infections, the cheery girl knows that her time is li...
𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒. I wasn't anyone's until I decided I wanted to be. Yes, I may be his imprint (whatever that means, I have no clue, but it sounds like it's similar to mates) but that doesn't give him the right to attack the people I care about. If he wants me he shouldn't act like a child about it.
There were two ways this could go down. This wolf could realize that messing with someone's mate is just as bad as messing with someone's imprint and stand down. Or he could decide that taking me out of my mates' hands would be better for me.
Being away from my mates would be detrimental to my health, both physical and emotional. I would rather die than be away from them right now. This wolf has to know that. Nobody could be this stupid. If he had imprinted on me wouldn't he want what's best for me? This just didn't make much sense, but I had to have faith that things would turn out alright in the end.
"Fennie, don't move too much or he'll smell you," Carlisle ordered, rolling up his sleeves. "Alice, can you see anything? Somebody get Emmett out here."
With all the orders flying over my head, I huddled myself behind Edward and Carlisle, who looked like they were on the verge of biting this guy's head off.
