People often say be careful what you wish for. Well, to be honest, I wasn't thinking about that when I told Jake about imprinting. Then out of my mouth came, "I wish I could imprint on someone."

But it was stupid and pointless. I was a girl, the only one in my pack. This had never happened before. I wasn't a shape-shifter, so I seemed unique in my misfortune. Or at least that's what I thought. That all changed a few days ago, when I got so tired of hanging out with the guys and listening to their stupid thoughts that I decided to go to a club. Not a bad idea, I thought, for the time being.

Then, as I recall, loud music was playing in the club and I noticed some guys hitting on a girl. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't decide to put them in their place. When the guys backed off, and the girl's gaze met mine.

That very moment happened. It was as if my whole life passed before my eyes, my whole life with her. Of course, I didn't even let the stranger thank me, but ran out of the club. Getting home as if in a fog.

Imprinted? On a girl? On the other hand, I didn't remember any of the guys imprinting on guys. Except I wasn't a guy. I was already a black sheep, and then this. My dad was probably spinning in his grave at how much I'd disappointed him. "Fuck," I blurted out.

So these days passed, running through the forest did not help me get rid of bad thoughts, I was lying in bed, scrolling through these thoughts.

"Listen, Leah, this is not cool at all, like I read the diary of a teenage girl," my younger brother Seth was indignant, entering my room.

"Shut up, you're still little, you don't understand," I answered, throwing a pillow at him.

The boy frowned, "Yes, I know more than you do about matters of the heart! So get up and find this girl." He sighed loudly. "Otherwise we'll all die here from your suffering," Seth threw the pillow back at me.

I sighed and got out of bed. And yet my brother was right, so I was not at all surprised when my feet led me to a coffee shop, where I saw her.