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I'll Teach You How To Love (Me)

One of the werewolves imprints on a mysterious woman. He travels to the ends of the earth to find her, and then discovers he has an impossible task. He doesn't just have to convince her to love him. He has to convince her love exists at all.

Right- this is a multi-chapter fic. I own nothing. It's in second person, so you can really pick a werewolf besides Jake, Quil, Sam, and Jared. In my mind, it's Embry, and that may be established later. Each chapter has a song which inspired it. I will provide links to the songs. You need to listen to them to get the right mood. I own nothing. REVIEW.

7. Dance, Dance

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And you settle down. After the first time you, or any of your brothers, phased, you can change back fairly easily. Sam had a terrible time of it his first, but the rest of you at least knew what was going on.

You find your true form, your human form, and you change, slipping into your real skin, the you that is yourself. Even though you are still furious at the thought of her, of the one you so desire, giving what you would kill for away for money, you can’t hurt her. You settle into the way you are supposed to be.

And you look expectantly up at her, at her totally blank face. “Shit,” she breathes- you aren’t meant to hear it, only your superior hearing aids you in this. And then she straightens and addresses you.

You close your eyes to hear the accusation, the terror, the who-knows-what. You wait to be ordered out of her life, to hear her horror and hate. “You’d better get some clothes on,” is all she says, and that quite mildly. The sweet tone of her voice falls delicately on your ears. You stare at her.

“Anything else?”

“Oh, and it’s your turn to ask the question.”

“How can you… just… no. I have a more pressing question. What is the whole story of how you ended up like this? All of it, not leaving out how you felt, anything. I want to know,” you say, and she closes her eyes.



“I can’t tell you that.” She says it so simply, like of course not, like she doesn’t plan on ever changing her opinion.

“Why not?’ you demand fiercely, almost enough to scare her. She’s a little shaken, obviously, and you immediately soften your voice. “Why not?”

“I can’t do justice to the story… and… It’s too hard.”

Still, her tone is nothing but matter-of-fact. She doesn’t say it like she’s admitting a weakness, merely as though she tells the truth, the simple obvious facts.

“I just turned into a wolf in front of you. What can be harder than that?”

“You have no idea, kid. You don’t think it’d have to be pretty damn bad to turn me into this?” Her words are still brash, but her eyes are looking anywhere but at you. You relent.


“All right- but I need three more questions, first.”

You consider it, and then nod. There’s nothing you really want to keep from her anyway. “Deal.”

“First, why are you stalking me?”

“You asked that one already.”

“But I didn’t get a satisfactory answer.” There is no caution in her expression. She’s not backing down on this, so you tell the truth.

“I know you don’t believe in love, and that makes this so much harder… I… part of being a werewolf, as I believe we’ve established I am, is called imprinting.” Her gaze is level again, right at you, and you have to look away. Your eyes focus on the door, not the one to the kitchen. It’s slightly open, and you see a pale blue wall and a dark blue bed. You look away. “Imprinting… how do I explain this? It’s like love at first sight, only several million times stronger. When you see the person you’re meant to be with forever, for the rest of your life, if you’re a werewolf, you just know. It’s… you see her, and you know nothing else matters, that anything she wants, you’ll do for her. I imprinted on you.”

You say it as subtly as possible, merely slipping the phrase into the conversation. It does not go unnoticed.