“No… You can’t go.” I step in front of you, blocking your path any further.

I feel like an asshole. Probably because I’m kind of being one, but I can’t help it. There’s this overwhelming need to keep you from any dangerous situation inside of me. And, right now, you going out with your friends is setting off the red alarms.

All of this is still so new to me. I’m not even one hundred percent sure why I’m feeling this way. I’ll have to talk to Waylon about tomorrow for some clarity. I have an inkling, though, from something he brought up on our first meeting.

Imprinting. From what I was told, it’s intense. This feeling of protectiveness inside of me definitely fits the bill. But it’s still too new to me to know for sure.

A little over 5 months ago, some…changes started happening to me. I don’t even know how to explain it, and I’m not very fond of talking about it. But, I did my research on my ‘symptoms’, nearly threw up at the results, and then found a group I could talk to.

Or a pack, should I say.

A werewolf. That’s what I am. That’s what I’ve become. It’s still so jarring, even to think, let alone say out loud. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t told you yet…

We’ve known each other for a few years now, having met in school. We’re best friends, despite my want for more. It just hasn’t been in the cards for us.

But maybe that’s why I’ve imprinted on you? Was it by accident? Did my hidden feelings project into something deeper and more powerful? Something I can’t break? From what Waylon said, Imprinting is a lifelong bond…

Oh, God, you’re gonna be so mad once I tell you.

“It’s too dangerous,” I continue my nonsensical rambling. But it feels right in my bones. “You shouldn’t go alone. You need to stay safe.”