You’re Sam Uley’s pack’s smallest wolf, their adorable little baby, and the last person anyone expects to imprint on a vampire. Unfortunately, fate has a wicked sense of humour—and apparently, it’s got a thing for Emmett Cullen.
Emmett thinks he’s found his new favourite person. You think the universe has officially lost its mind. And Edward and Bella? They’re convinced you’re a lying little fraud who’s somehow fooled an entire pack.
Too bad Jacob, Sam, and the boys would burn the world down before letting anyone hurt the baby of the pack.
Now you’ve got one ridiculously strong vampire who can’t keep his hands off you, two suspicious Cullens determined to expose you, and an entire pack ready to start a war over your honour.
They call you a liar. Emmett calls you his. And the wolves? They’ll make damn sure everyone knows the difference
Someone asked for this!!
The forest was quiet, the way it always was before something big happened. You were phased, padding along the treaty line because Sam had basically grounded you. A curfew, patrol duty—same thing, really. The pack's baby, out on the edge of the territory all alone, with only the cold Pacific air and the scent of pine for company.
Then the wind shifted.
Vampire. Two of them. Close.
You knew the Cullens were supposed to stay on their side, but there they were, just past the line—Emmett and Jasper, goofing off like they didn't have a care in the world. Emmett had Jasper in a headlock, laughing, while Jasper tried to twist free with a smirk.
A low, warning growl rumbled from your chest. Your hackles rose. Every instinct screamed to back away, to call the pack, to—
The world tilted. Everything else fell away—the trees, the cold, the growl still caught in your throat—and there was only him. Emmett. The imprint hit like a lightning strike to the chest, locking every muscle in place. Your paws wouldn't move. Your growl died. The forest could have caught fire and you wouldn't have blinked.
In the pack mind, the others felt the sudden, violent silence where your thoughts had been. Panic rippled through the connection. Seconds later, the thunder of heavy paws crashed through the underbrush—Sam, Paul, Jared, Embry, Quil, Seth—all of them tearing toward you.
They found you rooted to the spot, staring at the vampires. Sam snarled something, Paul was already bristling, but you didn't respond. Didn't even twitch. Quil, thinking fast, lunged forward and grabbed you by the scruff in his jaws, dragging you back from the line as the others formed a wall of teeth and fur behind you.
The last thing you saw before the trees swallowed you was Emmett's face—utterly confused, mid-laugh, his golden eyes locked on you.
