How to Embrass Yourself 101: Myren's Pov

Myren, niece you need to relax. 

Auntie placed a wispy paw on my right arm, halting my continuous tapping of the wheel. I sheepishly smiled at her, willing my finger to stop.

"I am just nervous, Auntie Dan." 

Of, what? The way they looked at you when you opened your eyes made it seem like you were their world, as if they'd never harm you. 

I looked over at her incredulously as I made the turn up a driveway,"Auntie I think your eyes have mistaken." 

No, they haven't. You are just blind.

I stopped and parked my Impala behind the group's car and turned to my aunt,"What if I mess up? What if they don't like me? Auntie, I have never been good at making friends."

Tap. Tap. 

I jumped in my seat and turned to see a grinning Paul, at least that is the name I believe he told me. She never answered me, I huffed and pulled on my seat belt to get it off as I opened the door and stepped out. 

"Scared ya?" He questioned.

"No." I quickly replied.

"Really? Didn't seem like it? Looked like you almost shit yourself." He smirked as I followed him to the doorway of the pleasant small and cozy home.

"Anybody would 'shit' themselves if they had been surprised by your ugly mug." I retorted and pushed my way past him, missing the slight look of hurt. 

The smell of grilled meats, lasagna, baked goodies, and crisp salads wafted into my nose. Jared (I hope that is his name… Goddess I need to memorize better) moved towards me and directed me to an empty chair before sitting next to me. 

"You must be Myren!" A cheerful, warm voice spoke from behind the kitchen island. 

I tried to peer over it from the seat to get a better view of the feminine voice. Long, silken, shiny, black hair came into view and along with it a marred face. Wolf. I thought to myself, that was the mark of a werewolf. Their height, and muscle mass as well as their enlarged appetites, they must be werewolves. Odd? Can they not tell I am not human?

Niece do not stare! 

Snapping back to the conversation,"Yes, I am indeed. May I have your name, ma'am?" I questioned politely. 

"Of course, it's Emily Young." She smiled at me, placing an absolutely delicious looking baked chicken onto the counter. She laughed to herself softly.

"You speak so eloquently. It's quite beautiful." Emily complimented.

"Yeah, it's real fancy sounding." Embry added with a mouthful of food as a few of the boys shook their heads in agreement.

"Do you mind me asking where you lived before?" Sam asked gently, almost as if he feared asking the wrong questions could make me leave. I furrowed my brows.

"I do not believe it is on any map, nor is it known to many humans since it is much of a forgotten land." 

This halted all movement.

"What do you mean?" Jacob questioned in a hard tone.

"Simply, that all human records of my home have been eradicated during the Black Plague and my home name will not be anything you know." I elaborated further.

"Sorry, it's just the way you phrased it. It's almost like you're implying we aren't human- in a way." Sam continued. Oops. 

"Um...well, yes? Are you not all werewolves, with the exception of Emily Young." I looked down at the hardwood table, noticing the fine scrapes, and chips in it. 

"Ummm….what?" Quill let out a nervous laugh. 

"What makes you say that?" Leah arched her brow and pushed further. It would be rude to imply that the main hint would be the obvious scar on Emily's face. Be polite. Be polite.

"You all smell funny." No, Goddess! That sounds ridiculous! Please, someone just let me smash my head against this table and die.

"We smell...funny?" Sam repeated.

"Like bad? Funny?" Seth asked.

"No, just not human. Your scents are stronger than that of a human and you all have the underlying scent of dog and… dirt." I explained in more detail.

"And you can smell that and just know we aren't human?" Jacob asked. The silence that followed was deafening and only worsened my nerves. 

"Yes," I nodded. I felt bad and rude,"This was a mistake, I apologize if I stepped out of boundaries with you all but I believe it's best I leave, I have clearly made you all uncomfortable." 

I moved backwards, right into the table leg. The force made me fall and let out a yelp as the scraping of chairs and thumping feet approached me.

"Myren!"

"Ow!... I'm alright." And definitely embarrassed once again.

Jared and Seth quickly helped me to my feet and placed me on a chair as Sam maneuvered and bent down in front of me, concern and worry evident on his face. Why do you have to worry everyone, you can be such a burden.

"I'm alright, no need to worry." I smiled and tried to stand up only to have Paul push me back down. Sam placed his hand on either side of my face, turning my head side to side and looking me over for any obvious injuries. He's stare felt intense and my face quickly heated up. It wasn't until he lightly pressed the back of my skull did I flinch. 

"We need ice." Sam commanded as Emily quickly shuffled and pushed through handing Sam a frozen bag of mixed veggies. 

"It's all we have in the freezer." 

"It'll do." He tilted my head downwards softly and placed the frozen bag into the bruised spot. "That should help." 

"Thank you." I spoke softly. I felt like a fool, I had created an unnecessary disaster from a problem I also caused… way to go me I sarcastically thought. 

Sam gave me a small smile and turned my chair towards the table, giving a silent look to the boys and Leah. After a few seconds they all moved back to their spots as Sam sat at the head of the table.

"Well, glad that we got the whole Werewolf thing outta of the air" Quill stated  with a grin.

"Yeah, it makes it easier to talk without having to fear accidentally slipping up." Embry added. A small smile makes its way to my face, the tight uncomfortable air in my chest and in the room lifted. 

"So, Myren. I don't mean to assume but you have to understand, we never had a human figure,anybody, here out on scent alone." Emily asked, returning from the kitchen and setting down the baked chicken on the center of the table and slowly asked the last portion of her question,"Are you not human?"

I rubbed the back of my neck," I guess I did accidentally reveal that." I gave her a cheesy smile. Quick glances between the group were thrown, as unbeknownst to me they were betting on just what I was. 

"Of course, I'd have to assume none of you would ever tell another soul what I am. It's important that no other creature identifies me," I stated in my most serious tone,"My mother is the daughter of a Witch and my father is the ruler of Demons." 

Niece! Why didn't you lie? 

Auntie scolded me, she made her way from under the table and angrily swatted at my legs and hissed. I groaned internally, I meant to but it's like I can't lie to these people. Something in me just trusts them. I thought to her mentally. 

"Angry cat you got there." Jacob said as Auntie hopped on the table. Quill, Embry and Seth all soon began trying to convince my Aunt to come to them. 

"Yeah." I laughed softly at the unknown truths that the cat was my Auntie Dan. I waited for any reaction to the fact my father was a King but none came. Oh, well. Guess it's not really all that important.

Plates clattered as food was served, Paul reached across the table and grabbed my plate and began piling it with all different kinds of delicious foods and desserts. My mouth watered at the beautiful sight of food. 

"Here ya go." Paul placed the food in front of me and without hesitation I dove right in and ate. A happy groan left my lips once my taste buds came in contact with Emily's amazing cooking. More content sounds were quietly let out from me, until Jared leaned over and reminded,"Baby, we're werewolves no matter how soft and quiet you think those amazing noises are; they aren't. We hear it all." 

My eyes widened as I choked on my food, face blooming into a deep red. Laughter from around the table was heard, as Sam tried to save me from my own embarrassment.

"Apologizes," I sheepishly replied, hiding my warming face beneath my hands. Attempting and failing to cool myself. Paul spoke with a smirk 
 
"It's okay, because we love to hear those noises and every other sound you can make with your pretty mouth." He received a harsh shove from Jacob and a disapproving glance from Sam who, with a look, made the group behave.

"Myren, would you be interested in actually seeing one of us phase?" Seth questioned, his young puppy dog eyes stared at me in hope.

"How could I say no to such a handsome wolf?" I teased which earned me a smiling Seth and a slightly upset pack. 

Perhaps they too had wished to receive a compliment? Aunt muttered, as she ate from a small plate Emily (I'd assume) had placed for her. 

"Maybe after I have a private conversation with Myren." Sam spoke, his voice leaving no room for argument. I shook my head in agreement and continued laughing, joking and eating with the pack. 

"Myren," Sam spoke as i placed a few dishes into the sink,"follow me outside, please." 

The pit in my stomach returned, my heart pace quickened as my insides shook with anticipation for what he would want to talk about so seriously. Something must have alerted him of my anxieties because he's eyes softened as he reached for my hand and pulled me to the backdoor gently.

"It'll be okay." He rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand, opening the door; the scent of pine needles and wet dirt filled my senses. 

"So, you know about werewolves." Sam began as we sat down on the back porch,"Do you know about imprinting? Or imprints in general?" 

I nodded, eager to show off my knowledge,"Yes, I know it is an involuntary mechanism in which you shifter find your soulmates. My father's species has this similar mechanism, but it seems as a half breed I, myself do not." 

Sam nodded, his gaze never having left my face as I talked. It was a soft, unguarded caring face that made my insides melt and my heart tug towards him. I scooted over closer to him, my throat burned as I nervously asked,"Am I, your imprint? Is that why you pulled me aside?"

"Yes," I perked up, a child like giddiness rising in my chest, "And no."

Sensing my confusion Sam took my soft pale hands in his calloused and tanned hands, explaining to me in delicate detail that it seemed that his pack had all imprinted on the same person; me. A rare and unheard of thing. I didn’t know how to feel. One the one hand, I was over the moon. I was basically guaranteed hot, sexy werewolves as my life time partners! But, what if I failed to be a good partner? I wasn't the exact definition of the beauty their society holds. Would they be proud of me? A small part of me that was quickly growing told me to take my chances with them and see what happens. I was my father's daughter, I could handle just about anything.

"Sam," I quickly said as he quirked an eyebrow in question,"Forgive my future actions but I feel the need to be reckless and spontaneous."

I put my hand on either side of his face and brought my lips to his in a quick kiss. Sam blinked, wide-eyed at me in a comical way that had my red face-self giggling. His face quickly morphed into a grin before he wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me onto his lap and smashing his heated lips to mine. The kiss was deep and filled with endless love, even though I've known him and the pack for less than a day (talk about a Disney pace). His hand gripped at my waist while the other stroked my cheek gently. 

We parted as slight pants left my mouth, my lips feeling swollen and red. Sam's eyes crinkled as his smile came through, I could feel the emotions of joy, happiness and completion radiate off of him. He kissed the tip of my nose quickly and than both my cheeks before leaning our foreheads against one another. 

"We should go out front and tell the rest," His copper eyes stared at me with slight insecurity, "assuming this kiss is your way of accepting that you are our imprint."

"Yes, I fully accept this title and whatever may come my way by standing with you all."