Being adopted was never going to be straightforward, or something that a lot of people could to relate to, but the relating factor decreased even more so when your adoptive family were actually a coven of vampires.

You were actually 17 years old, and you had been adopted by Esme and Carlisle because they found you whilst they were hunting and neither of them wanted to leave a baby by itself when they knew it wouldn't survive.

And so, you became Y/N Cullen but there were a lot of adjustments in the household considering you ate and they didn't, you slept and they didn't, you also had the type of blood that they were all trying very hard not to eat.

All of that aside, your family weren't necessarily pleased when you were imprinted on by a wolf.

Paul had imprinted on you just over two months ago, and since then all you wanted to do was spend time with him – you were done with school by that point and your family weren't always around, so you didn't see the issue.

Esme and Carlisle had been the loving parents, like they always were, and supported you even if they didn't really like the fact that Paul was from the tribe that they had somewhat of a feud with.

Your older brothers and sisters, however, liked to point out many issues and were having a hard time looking past the whole feud thing.

That morning, Paul had texted you to invite you over to his house that was on the reservation, so he said he'd come and pick you up.

"Mum! Dad!" you called out through the house, walking down the stairs.

Esme appeared from the kitchen with a smile on her face. "Yes sweetie?"

"Paul has invited me over to his house, he's going to pick me up," you explained to her.

She nodded but before she could say a word, your siblings appeared in the living room.

"You're going to let her go?" Emmett quizzed, crossing his arms.

Rosalie sighed. "You know she can't go with that dog; she isn't like us; she can't defend herself."

"Why would I need to?! He won't hurt me Rose."

"The dogs are unpredictable," Jasper stated.

You threw your hands up in frustration and stormed towards the sofa, you felt yourself calming down and whirled around to Jasper.

"Don't you dare!" you yelled at him.

Collapsing on the coach, you put your head into your hands and ignored them all.

"I don't care what any of you say about them," you spoke up as you faced them. "Paul is the first guy that has been a gentleman to me, he is a decent guy and you can't change that about him."

"You have only known him for a couple of months Y/N," Alice reminded you.

You shook your head. "I've been friends with the pack for years Alice, remember my friends and I going to La Push because they wanted to surf," you explained. "The tribe didn't get mad at me or hate me because I'm not one of you, and they didn't just automatically kick me out."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Esme asked, coming to sit next to you.

You scoffed. "This is the reaction I get when one of them imprints on me, which yeah is a big deal but even if you all knew I was friends with them you'd instantly try to stop me and you can't tell me what to do."

Your words were directed at your siblings, not Esme who for all intents and purposes was your Mum and could tell you what to do.

Emmett sighed, looking at Edward who hadn't said a word despite being stood there for the whole time.

"I can still read your mind Y/N," Edward stated causing you to shrug. "I know we're upsetting you, but we just don't trust them."

You slightly smiled at Edward being the voice of reason. "Do you not trust me?"

Your eyes scanned over your siblings' faces, and they all looked somewhat regretful.

"Look guys, I get it, I do," you told them. "But at the end of the day this is my choice, you don't have to agree with it but please don't make me feel guilty or force me to choose."

It was then that Carlisle walked into the living room and came over to you. "Paul is outside Y/N."

You nodded, grabbing your things that you had left in the kitchen and then heading outside.

No one else said anything to you as you walked past them, but Esme and Carlisle gave you hugs before you went out of the door.

Paul smiled at you and got out of the truck to open the door for you, making you smile at the gesture.

Once he got into the driver's side, he pulled off the drive and looked to you with slight concern.

"Do the vamps still hate me?" he asked with a small laugh.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Considering they all gave me what seemed like an intervention earlier on, I wouldn't say they hate you – they just aren't very fond of you."

He laughed again, resting his hand on your thigh. "They aren't trying to kill me this time so it's an improvement."

"And you didn't phase in front of them either so we're all doing better."

"Oh, come on, they ran at me first!"

You rolled your eyes. "You came out of nowhere saying I was your imprint; you must've known that wasn't a good idea."

He sighed, nodding with a small smile. "I was just excited."

You smiled at him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Well that's cute."

Placing your hand over the one Paul had on your thigh, he squeezed it affectionately.

"They'll come around eventually, you've just got to trust each other."

"Easier said than done beautiful," he commented as he continued to drive.

"Nothing was ever supposed to be easy, and you just so happen to have one of the most difficult families to come into."

He laughed, rubbing his thumb against your thigh. "I guess that means I'm special then."

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Written by Hannah.

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