I did this story for Nanowrimo, so it is going to be over 50,000 words. My summary sucks. I appologize, but please, give it a chance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Logan, nor is he a Wolf.

Family History

Lillian's P. o. V:

I wake up wide awake and refreshed. The clock says that it is 6:30. I decide to take a shower before school. I climb into the shower and let the hot water run over my body. I hear a knock on the bathroom door. My mom pokes her head in. "Hey Lillian. It's almost time for school. You might want to hurry up," she tells me. I sigh and turn off the water.

"Okay, Debra," I reply, drying off. My mom and I have a very informal relationship. My dad left before I was born, so she tried to raise me as best she could. She's not overbearing, and she lets me do pretty much anything that I want to, within reason. We've had a good 17 years together. I quickly throw on some clothes and head out the door.

"Backpack," Debra reminds me. I smile and thank her. It is the last day of school, and exams are at the forefront of every student's mind. I have taken four of the seven exams already, all of which were fairly easy. The bike ride to school only takes about five minutes. Already, people are gathering in their groups. Someone walks up behind me and taps me on my shoulder.

"Hello," a surprisingly masculine voice greets me. I turn quickly.

"Hey," I smile, secretly admiring the man behind me. He is an average height, about 5' 8" tall, with carefully styled dark hair. His eyes are like pools of melted milk chocolate. His skin is pale, but it is just tan enough to look good.

"I'm new here. Can you show me around? I'm Logan, by the way. Logan Henderson," he introduces himself to me, flashing a dazzling smile. I notice that underneath his collar, he has dark tattoos. He notices me staring. When his eyes lock with mine, a strange feeling goes through me. It feels like we were meant to be together. I ignore the inner feeling and continue. A sharp pain crawls over my back. I wince, and Logan stares at me worriedly. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine," I reply, shifting my backpack so that it scratches my back. I walk ahead, determined to give him a tour of the school. He follows slightly behind, staring at my neck. My hair is in a high ponytail, so my neck is visible. "What are you staring at?" I confront him, not unkindly. He clears his throat and blushes, slightly embarrassed at being caught.

"Nothing Lillian. Absolutely nothing," he tells me. We continue walking for a little ways before realization hits me.

"Wait a second, how did you know my name?!" I demand, seriously creeped out.

"I'm sorry, mi cariño," he apologizes. I stare at him like he is insane.

"What does mi cariño mean?"

"Umm, I'd rather not say at the moment," Logan blushes again. I hear something quiet, almost a whisper.

"Mi cariño means my darling," it whispers. It sounds startlingly like Logan's voice, but his lips never move. I shudder, a chill going down my spine. Logan notices the gesture.

"Are you cold?" he asks me. I shake my head no. Who wants a hot guy to know that she hears voices in her head?

"I'm fine. Just got the chills for a second." I hear the voice again.

"You know who I am, mi cariño. Your wolf wants me. Let her free." By now, I am seriously creeped out.

"Ummm, I had better get to class. Where are you going?" I ask, wondering why a new student would join on the last day of school. Why not wait until next year?

"I'm headed to science. It's kind of pointless, considering that I don't have to take the exams. Oh well. At least I get to see you," Logan smiles tenderly. I give him a look, then head to my class. Unfortunately, it is science. I need some time away from Logan to clear my thoughts. Of course, the only empty seat is next to me.

"Don't worry, mi cariño. I will explain soon," the voice whispers. I glance Logan's way. He is looking at me intently, almost studying me. I don't react, and instead focus on the test in front of me. It is incredibly easy, and I fly through it. Logan doodles in a notebook the entire time. When I am finished rechecking my answers, I walk up the the teacher's desk to turn my test in. Mrs. Gunn looks at me, surprised that I finished so early, but I don't care. I head back to my seat. "Was the exam hard?" the voice asks. I decide to try and answer. If I'm going crazy, I might as well accept it.

"The exam was easy. Who are you, and how are you talking to me?" I ask silently.

"Mi cariño, it is I, your mate. Your wolf recognizes me, even if your human side doesn't. We will talk after school," it says.

"Okay, but I want answers," I growl. I can feel the voice's presence leave. I breathe a sigh of relief and settle back into my seat. I glance over at Logan's drawing. It is a picture of a gray wolf with its head tilted as it howls at the moon. The picture is so lifelike, I can almost see the wind blowing the wolf's fur. Logan notices me admiring it.

"You like?" the voice asks. I realize that the voice does indeed belong to Logan.

"Logan?" I ask mentally.

"You got it, mi cariño," the voice whispers. It feels like something is caressing my face. I jerk backwards, trying to avoid the strange sensation. I can feel Logan's sadness in my mind. "Do you not like my touch?" he nearly whimpers. I instantly feel bad.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It just surprised me, that's all," I trail off. I hear a laugh.

"When you talk to me mentally, your face gets all scrunched up. It's adorable!" Logan's voice informs me.

"Good to know," I laugh. I am getting more familiar with this form of communication. It is actually easier than face to face. The sharp sound of the bell ringing breaks me out of my reverie.

"Where are you headed next?" Logan asks me, surprising me. I was expecting mental communication.

"Umm, I'm headed to english. How about you?"

"Math," he says, sounding desolate.

"It's only two hours," I console him.

"It's two hours too long. I can't be away from you that long," he sighs. I can feel his heartbreak through our mental connection. I send him feelings of comfort and love. This relationship is moving too fast for me. I just met him today, for crying out loud! How can I love him?! Then again, nothing that's happened today has been normal. I head to english, and Logan heads to math.

"Good luck on your exam," he tells me mentally.

"Thanks. Don't die of boredom," I reply. I know that I will be needing all of my concentration for the math exam, so I ask Logan if he knows how to shut off our mental connection. His reply is almost instantaneous.

"Just imagine that you are surrounding your mind with a giant brick wall. As long as that wall is in place, I can't tell what you are thinking. Be warned, if your emotions are running high, your wall won't be as strong, and I might be able to see what you are thinking. I'll try not to pry," he informs me.

"Thanks." I close off our connection and study the test in front of me. My hours of studying pay off, and soon, I am placing my exam on the teacher's desk.

"Hey Logan. You there?" I tentatively ask.

"Yep. How was the exam?" he wonders.

"Pretty easy, actually. How have you been keeping yourself entertained?"

"Thinking about you," he replies. I blush.

"You can be so corny. You know that, right?"

"Yeah. Since we have time right now, would you like to discuss anything? Your 18th birthday is approaching soon, if I'm not mistaken."

"Yeah, it actually is! How did you know?"

"My wolf can sense you reaching maturity."

"That's not creepy," I shoot back sarcastically.

"You are my mate. It is important to me that I know what is happening in your life. Besides, 18 is a big thing," he replies calmly. I know that he is smiling.

"Why?" Just then, the bell rings, and I am forced to break off the connection. I head to my next, and last class of the school year. Thankfully, Logan is in it. I don't realize that I missed him until I see him. A warm feeling of relief shoots through me, and I feel something inside me become content. Is that my wolf that Logan was mentioning? I see it as a figurative animal, one that Logan was using for clarification.

This hour passes in a blur, and before I know it, school is out for summer. Logan meets me outside. "I'm going to come home with you, okay?"

"Um, my mom will probably freak out, but okay," I answer, somewhat apprehensive.

"I doubt it," Logan grins. He seems so sure, which surprises me. He obviously doesn't know my mom.

I cycle fast, wanting to get home quickly. Logan follows me, jogging. I briefly wonder where he lives. When I pull up my driveway, my mom is waiting for me. She ushers me into the house, then locks the door behind me. "Debra, what gives?!" I demand, seriously freaked out.

"Someone followed you home from school," she hisses. "Be quiet!" I look at her, amazed at the emotion she is displaying. Her whole body is tensed, and her eyes look like they changed color. Her hazel eyes are now a dark amber, and I swear that I hear her growling.

"Debra, it's okay. I know him. I invited him to come home and meet you." Debra relaxes visibly, then goes to unlock the door.

"You can never be too careful," she mutters, almost to herself. Logan walks up to the doorway, then knocks.

"Hello, Mrs. Grey. I'm Logan Henderson. My family just moved here from Spain. It's a pleasure to meet you," Logan says courteously. My mom is taken aback by his politeness.

"Um, hello. Do come in." Logan graciously accepts her invitation.

"Mrs. Grey, I have some startling news for you. I know your daughter is young, but in exactly 1 day, her life will change forever. I'm here to let you know that the fates have made her my mate." At this point, I am expecting my mom to flip out and order Logan out of the house. She surprises me yet again.

"How can you be so sure?" she asks. Logan lifts up his shirt, then turns to me.

"Mi cariño, could you please turn and lift your shirt?" I am surprised by his request, but I comply. My mom gasps.

"It's true!"

"What's true?!" I ask, totally bewildered.

"You are my mate," Logan explains.

"How can you be so sure?"

"The markings on our backs match perfectly. It is a sign that a wolf has found his true mate. While all male werewolves are born with these tattoos, a female only gets her tattoos when she finds her mate."

"Werewolf?!" I exclaim incredulously. Logan nods at my mom. Suddenly, where my mom was standing is a petite, gray wolf.

"It's time you learned your family history," Logan tells me.

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