Third Person
"I'm sorry Connie, I couldn't see it coming. I can't see past them." Alice spoke quickly in guilt, as Connie stood stuck in place, staring after Paul, suddenly growing cold again. Her cheeks reddened all the way to the tips of her ears. The pure unadulterated adoration and lust she had seen in his eyes. She shook her head in an attempt to clear the jumbled mess that clogged her brain.

"No, it's fine Alice. No harm done." She gave an awkward chuckle, as she turned back to the three girls, the red refusing to leave her face.

"You need to come back to Sam's with us." Jacob spoke up as he tore his gaze from Bella, to look at Connie. Constance glanced over her shoulder at him, ignoring Rosalie's hiss of disapproval, before looking down at her boots, as she pressed her cold hands to her cheeks in hopes of reducing her flush, calming her heart, and focusing her mind. It did little help.

"Look I know it's a lot to take in, but it'd be helpful if you came back with us. We could do some explaining and answer any questions you have." Jared commented as he shrugged his shoulders.

Well she definitely needed answers.

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Connie followed the boys into the cozy log cabin style home, pulling the screen door shut behind her. She gripped the edges of her jacket and crossed her arms, trying to keep the cold out. Her body seemed to be freezing since the moment Paul had let her go, yes she was often cold, but this felt different. It felt as though her very bones were icey.

"Hey Emily." The boys shuffled around the open first floor, taking a seat at the dining room table, and begining to stuff their faces with the food laid out.

"Hey boys. Where's Sam?" The brunette woman glanced up at the entryway as Connie slowly entered the space, uncertainty radiating from her.

"Oh. Hello." The woman was pretty enough, aside from the nasty scar down one side of her face, with medium length brown hair, deeply tanned skin, and warm dark eyes. She gave Connie a welcoming smile before quickly smacking the two nearest boys over the back of the head.

"You didn't even introduce her." The boys pouted and winced, though being a human Connie imagined the hits hadn't hurt at all. She hovered in the entryway, feeling out of place in the tight-knit community.

"Hi, I'm Emily. Make yourself at home." Emily moved to shake Constance's hand, and the blonde returned the gesture, before quickly folding her arms back, desperate to chase the chill away.

"Thanks. Constance, but you can call me Connie."

"Paul just Imprinted on her." Embry chuckled out, before Jared hit him over the head. Now that one probably had hurt. Connie lingered in the doorway, despite Emily's kind welcome, and she watched, impatiently, at the domestic atmosphere that filled the home. A few minutes passed as she wavered in the entry, kind of glad that they continued to act normally, and left her alone to think.

Her head swivelled, quick as a whip, when she heard male voices outside. The other boys quietened down, having probably heard them coming before she had.

Sam silently entered the house, their conversation ceasing. Connie tilted her head to see past the large man's frame, suddenly dropping back to her heels as she realised she was acting a little crazy. She didn't known the handsome man, she'd only caught his name in passing, and he'd acted so strangely. She'd come for answers on the Wolves, they were different, and as a Hunter it was her duty to record any new species she encountered, in great detail.

She looked down at her boots, catching a glimpse of his face in the corner of her eyes. She deliberately ignored it.

Paul stopped breifly, lingering in the doorway, when he saw her. She seemed unsure, curled in on herself, and he longed to reach out to her, to lift her chin and tell her to stand with pride, that he was there to stand by her. He refrained from surging forward, and instead, took a deep breath and continued into the house, stopping an arms length beside her, rather than taking up a spot at the table like usual.

"Constance, I'm Sam Uley, Alpha of our pack." Sam, the eldest and tallest of the group, stepped forward, offering his hand to the blonde. Connie shook his hand, strictly keeping her eyes from straying to the man beside her. She could feel the warmth he radiated, and a part of her wanted to shuffle just a few inches closer.

Sam's hand was warm, and Connie filed away that information, along with the Alpha status.

"Constance Mathers, I'm a Hunter." Sam stepped back, in the direction of the kitchen, and furrowed his dark brows. She suddenly recalled a conversation from a couple years ago, with friends of her's. Explaining the race of Hunter's to a so-called 'hunter', had definitely been interesting. Chris had sighed,

"Of course there is." That had been his only reaction. With a father in-law like Gerard, she wasn't surprised by his lack of knowledge. Would this be much the same? Or did they know less of the world around them?

"Hunter?" Yes they did. Constance took a deep breath and readjusted her standing position, hyper aware of how Paul's eyes followed her every minuscule movement.

"There are a special race of advanced humans, evolved to fight supernatural creatures, we're known as Hunter's. I'm descended from a family of them. I hunt creatures that take the lives of others, protect those who cannot protect themselves from the dark things of this world." Constance explained as she breifly glanced around the room, regretting it when her eyes strayed and met his warm brown ones. They almost held her captive, but she tore her gaze away, frightened of his pull, as she shoved it deep back down.

"Yet you're friends with the blood suckers?" One of the wolves spoke from his spot at the table. Paul turned to glare at him, though he didn't like her friendship with them either, it was not within his power to deny her, nor his right. He breifly noted how weird imprinting was, and how it could change ones perspective.

Connie's brows dipped as she sent him a piercing glare. Why did they have to be so stereotypical? Vampires hate Werewolves. Lies, everyone's an individual, they don't all hate each other, statistically that'd be wildly unlikely.

"The Cullen's feed on animals. I've known them for years, they're practically family." Connie defended her close friends.

"They're monsters." Hissed Jacob, Bella's friend. Constance hadn't expected him to be the most hate fueled of them all, then again, he'd practically glowed in her presence. Perhaps it was jealousy.

"You have no idea what a monster is." Connie's head tilted down as she blinked at the wooden floors, forcing memories away as they threatened to surface and overwhelm her. She had faced real monsters and lived to tell the tale, though it was one she greatly wished she didn't know. Ignorance was bliss.

She nearly jumped at the warm hand that gripped her shoulder, her head snapping up to meet Paul's concerned eyes, grateful for his grounding presence.

"You two should take a walk." Connie's brows furrowed in confusion as she turned to look at Sam, who simply shrugged. Paul reluctantly removed his hand from the blonde's shoulder, before taking a leap, and holding it out to her.

Constance looked from his offered hand, to the others in the room. Emily moved to stand beside Sam, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, fondly smiling down at her, before burying his head in her hair. Emily smiled at Connie, and gave a small nod. For some reason, she felt like this was important, life changing, somehow. So she took his hand in apprehension, and let him lead her out the front door, as the others stared after them.