"…, You're on the Air."

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight, Carrie Vaughn owns the Kitty Norville Series.

Ch. 2: Moon Child

BPOV

I walked through SEATAC on my way to baggage claim and spotted a guy that just screamed "Intern". He held a sign that read BELLA SWAN in his hands. Obviously, the local radio station I was going to do the remote from didn't think I knew the area. Instead of paying attention to the arriving passengers, all of his focus was on the two beautiful Native American women making out not to far away from him.

"Lee Lee and Rach, stop tormenting the poor boy," I called out to them with a smirk.

Rachel Black-Clearwater and Leah Clearwater were both from the La Push Reservation as well as being the Alpha and Beta of the Seattle Shifter Pack. You see, when the La Push Pack reached eighteen member, they split roughly to create two Packs. Sam Uley still ran the La Push Pack, but Rachel took hers back to Seattle with her while she finished school. The Seattle Pack was made up of Rachel, Leah and her brother; Seth Clearwater, Quil Atterra, and Embry Call.

During the time right after the Cullen's left me, Leah became my closest friend. Shared misery at losing our supposed Soul Mates brought us together. The pain of their loss hadn't lasted long before we both realized the truth about ourselves. We were lesbians. After that epiphany, we dated until Rachel Black came home from college for Thanksgiving. The two looked at each other and Rachel phased because both girls imprinted on the other. Leah still held a special place in my heart; I gave her my virginity after all.

"BELLA," the women screamed then rushed over to hug me. In unspoken agreement, the three of us started to make out which caused Sign Boy to drop his sign and go catatonic.

We broke apart, giggling, and I told Sign Boy that I knew the way to the station and I'd go check out the studio arrangements in the morning. The rest of the Pack had already grabbed my luggage, so we left the Intern and headed out to the pimped out Conversion Van in the parking lot. Seth, Embry and Quil all pulled me into a bone crushing group hug when we finally got to the van.

"I missed you guys, too," I laughed then kissed each one on the cheek.

We all piled into the van and Seth drove us to the nearest Steak House. After several plates of food, I was finally dropped of at my hotel. I checked in then went up to my room for some much needed rest. The next few days were going to be hectic so I needed as much sleep tonight as possible.

As I laid on the bed trying to sleep, I thought about the my life over the last five years. First, Edward and the Cullen's left me. Then I realized I was a lesbian, started dating Leah Clearwater only to lose her when she imprinted on Rachel. Next, I graduated from high school during winter break and moved the Denver in the Spring, so I could go to the University of Colorado. After getting my Bachelor's Degree, I decided to take a break from school and took an Intern position at KNOB Radio; then like really got interesting.

I had been an Intern for maybe a week when I became Kitty Norville's Assistant. The two of us became best friends, not just, because we had a lot in common but because I didn't care that she was a werewolf. After I had to fill in on the show for her the first time, I told her all about my past. That just made us closer. When she had to flee the city because the dickhead Alpha of her pack exiled her and do her show on the road, I helped hold down the fort.

When she'd decided to take a break after some misadventures in the Nation's Capitol, I was going to take over the show until she got back. Unfortunately, Carl and Meg, the Alpha pair of Kitty's old pack, beat me into a coma before I could do my first remote broadcast. Kitty had been on her way back for a surprise visit when she found out. She was at the hospital just after my dad found out the doctors weren't expecting me to survive the night. Charlie begged her for help, so Kitty changed me. Later, we were joined by Ben O'Farrell, our lawyer, who'd been attacked by a werewolf while helping out his cousin, Cormac.

The three of us became a pack and eventually, Kitty and Ben got married. We had a couple of adventures then returned to Denver when her mom had gotten sick. With the backing of her old pack, Kitty and Ben were forced to kill Carl and Meg. Kitty opened a restaurant/bar that catered to the shifter/were crowd. The show was still going strong and we were about to celebrate its third anniversary, but that wasn't why I was in town.

As a precursor to the Anniversary Show, I was going to have my second "Coming Out" during this weeks broadcast. Our faithful listeners already knew I'd been in a relationship with a vampire and was a lesbian. Up until now, nobody had ever known what I looked like. Friday night, I'd be doing a remote from a ground level studio with glass walls that looked out onto one of Seattle's busiest streets. Someday soon, I needed to come out a werewolf as well.

I was still having a hard time getting to sleep when I heard the door to my room open. The Pack shuffled in sleepily then we sprawled out on the floor in a tangled mass of naked bodies. The tactile comfort of the skin on skin contact was what I'd needed to relax enough for sleep.

Seth's snoring woke me up at ten in the morning. Consciousness brought with it the memory of that one of side effects of lycanthropy was an increased libido. Being surrounded on all sides by naked flesh made my wolf and I extremely horny, too bad my current "Friend with Benefits," Det. Jessi Hardin, was back in Denver. The scent of my increasing arousal filled the room and woke everyone else up. Rachel quickly ordered the boys to get dressed and leave. The door hadn't finished shutting before she and Leah were on me, helping to take the edge off.

It was Friday and the past couple of days had passed in a blur, it didn't help any that it was the night before the full moon and my skin already itched with the fur that wanted to force its way out. Everything was already set up, the only thing I needed to do was shower and get ready. I used the time in the shower to help put the wolf into its cage and when I was finished, my human side had total control. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a red blouse and some red heels.

I reached the radio station about fifteen minutes before the show started and the sidewalk on both sides of the street were packed with fans. Along with the humans, there was also a healthy mix of supernaturals. After circumventing the crowd, I entered the building through the back door. The security guard led me to the outer door to the studio where the Station Manager and the sound engineer waited to speak with me. With sixty seconds to spare, the engineer went into the booth and started the theme song. By the time it was finished, I was in my seat and the crowd outside called out in excitement.

"Welcome to The Midnight Hour, this is Izzy the Moon Child and I'll be going solo tonight because Kitty and her husband are enjoying a second honeymoon. Those of you listening from home might hear all the noise in the background. You see, I'm coming to you from glass walled studio in Seattle and the fans here are the first to see what yours truly looks like. Don't fret though; everyone else will get their chance during the Anniversary Show. Coming up soon, I'll be interviewing the first openly all vampire band, The Ungrateful Dead. The phone lines are open and you already know what to do. So let's get this party started," I spoke into the mike using my take-off-your-panties-and-spread-your-legs-because-I'm-going-to-lick-you voice.

The next twenty-five minutes were taken up answering listener calls. At half past, I interviewed the members of the Ungrateful Dead and pretty much guaranteed their careers were over. My nose had told me the second the entered the studio that they were all humans. After I'd called them on their bullshit, it hadn't taken long to get them to admit that a couple of members of the band were a human drinker's Renfields. Their Master had coached everyone how to act the part so they could fool others. With Kitty gone, they thought it was safe to be on the show. She was the only werewolf on the show, at least as far as the general public knew. Thankfully, none of the band members had demanded to find out how I'd known.

Outside my family, my Pack and my friends, I'd never admitted to being a werewolf. Much like Kitty had done in the early days of the show, I'd carefully managed to skirt around the issue. When directly asked about it by callers or interviewers, I'd always given vague responses. Kitty convinced me that I needed to come clean about my status soon. I knew the perfect time for it would be the Anniversary Show.

My current caller was regaling me with a complaint that her werewolf boyfriend only wanted to do it with her doggie style. The mental image she conjured up in my mind was hard to ignore and started making me horny all over again. I told the woman to tell her boyfriend what she wanted and if he didn't comply to stop putting out. After I ended the call, I went to station identification and tried to clear my head. It was no use, the images in my head only got worse.

The scent of my pheromones filled the air of the studio. There was an edge to them that I almost missed. Shit, I'm in rut, I thought and knew this full moon was going to be a rough one. The engineer in the booth indicated we were back on the air so I forced all thoughts of my current condition to the back of my mind. The Station Manager came into the studio and sat down at the other microphone.

"As you all know, WRVN: The Raven, has been running a contest. The first person to guess the number of gumballs in the oversized machine in our lobby would win a private meeting with Izzy. Now is the time to call and give your guess," the aging wannabe rocker said while I gaped in shock.

It had been well established that any promotions such as private meet and greets with our fans were discussed before Kitty or I did any remotes. Nobody had even mentioned the possibility of doing something like that while I was here. The cocky bastard glared at me in defiance and challenged me to correct him. I noticed the phone lines were already lit up, but that was the norm for The Midnight Hour.

I watched the poor schlep in the sound booth turn pale when he answered the private line. There was little doubt that that was Ben in full lawyer mode. He held up a hand written sign with the words Law Suit written on it which made the Station Manager start to tremble a little. He knew he'd broken the privacy clause in our contract and was going to lose his job over it. I smiled sweetly as I motioned him to pick a line.

"H-hello caller, what's your guess," he stammered.

"Nine thousand two hundred and forty-six," the young woman on the other end said with certainty.

"You are correct. Please hold while we brake for station identification and we'll get your information, then Izzy will be back taking your calls," the older man forced out with false cheer.

The caller's name was Tiffany and she wanted her family to meet me after the show. With the state I was in, there was no way I could meet them tonight and tomorrow was a wash as well. We settled on meeting for brunch in my hotel room Sunday. I'd still be coming down from the effects of the full moon but it was the only time that I was available.

I made it through the rest of the show without incident. As the credits rolled, I did the usual and talked with Matt and Ozzie over the LAN line. Ben called my cell and let me know that the owner of WRVN settled for covering my expenses while I was here and firing the Station Manager in order to avoid a law suit. Part of me felt bad for the bastard but the privacy clause was added to our contracts for a reason.

I went out the same way I'd come in earlier and made my way back to the hotel. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and the faint sound of footsteps confirmed that I was being followed. My pace picked up just a bit and I barely contained my wolf's instincts to either run or turn and fight. I made a snap decision, instead of going back to the hotel; I'd lead my stalker away. Without warning, I broke into a run. In human form, my werewolf speed was reduced but it was more than enough for the task at hand.

The city passed by in a blur and soon I was moving through the trees, my unknown pursuer still a half-mile behind me. When I broke through the trees into a large clearing, I had to pause. This was the same place I'd come to watch the Cullen's play baseball and ran into the nomads, James, Victoria and Laurent. I made my way to the center of the clearing and let my wolf out of her cage.

I felt my fingers thicken and claw sprout from their tips while my canines dropped and my other teeth became more wolf-like. The change stopped there, my wolf refused to let it go further for reasons I couldn't fathom. My would-be assailant had chosen that moment to enter the clearing but instinct had taken over; the fight was on.

RPOV

Tiffany and Amber Berkley had joined my family about a year after we left Bella. The twin vampires had been Bunnies at the Playboy Club in Chicago back in the late sixties and early seventies. The nineteen-year-old coeds had caught the eye of a nomad that was passing through and he turned them. Each of the twins was like a three-way bulb permanently set on dim. They made Tanya look like a MENSA candidate but somehow managed to get Edward and Emmett wrapped around their fingers.

Everyone thought I'd kill the tramp when Emmett left me for Amber, but the truth was that I was relieved. I loved Em to death but I'd always been more into women than men. Besides, I knew there was more to life than his incessant need for sex, pranks and video games. The man was an overgrown child and needed somebody who appreciated that.

The girls had lived in Denver before meeting up with us in Alaska. While there, they'd become fans of a radio show, The Midnight Hour. Once it was syndicated, the two forced us to listen. The entire family had become fans of the show; Kitty and Izzy were my kind of women. When Tiffany learned that Izzy was going to be doing a remote from Seattle, she'd convinced us to go there for a mini vacation.

That's how I found myself standing with twins, among a throng of sweaty humans, outside the studio where Izzy was going to broadcast The Midnight Hour. The rest of the family had opted to listen to the show from the comfort of our hotel. I started to feel boxed in because of all the bodies pressed together. After letting the twins know I was going for some air, I wondered around until I caught a familiar scent of freesias. It was more potent than I remembered which seemed impossible, so I followed around to the back of the radio station.

I held back a gasp when I saw the woman the scent belonged to walk within a circle of light near the back door. Bella Swan looked more beautiful now than she did in high school. She'd matured and had curves in all the right places. When the security guard opened the back door then called her Izzy, I went into shock. After my mind recovered, I all but ran back to the twins that had found a good spot to see Izzy the Moon Child through the windows of the studio. My cell phone rang just before I reached them.

"OH MY GOD! Bella is Izzy, our little sister is Izzy," Alice shrieked on the other end of the line. It looked as though she'd had a vision of what I just witnessed. I ended the call because I didn't want to share this with Tiffany or Amber.

The twins and I watched as Bella entered the studio and took her place behind the microphone. When the show started, my panties had gotten soaked when my idiot brother's ex spoke. Her voice simply oozed sex and held to promise of sated desires. Only Alice knew the real reason I'd been such a bitch to Bella when she was with Eddie because I'd been crushing on her, hard. As long as I acted like a bitch, and kept images of a naked Emmett in my head, I'd kept my secret safe. From the day we left her behind, all I wanted to do was find her and apologize.

My sisters and I laughed our asses off when Izzy exposed The Ungrateful Dead as the posers they were. I was happy when Tiffany won the radio contest so we'd get to hang out with Bella on Sunday. The twins ran back to the hotel to plan what everyone would be wearing with Alice, but I headed around back because I needed just one more look at the woman that starred in all my fantasies.

The wind was blowing towards me when Bella exited the building. Her freesia scent was definitely stronger than it had been when she was a teenager. There was also a wildness to it that had never been there before. My head stared to get foggy and I realized that there was something else there as well, pheromones. In that instant I'd learned Bella's deepest secret; Bella Swan was a werewolf. More than that, she was a werewolf that was currently in rut.

Primal need drove me to follow her, but it was rational thought that allowed me to maintain control. After I watched the live feed when Kitty Norville changed into wolf form, I've read everything I could get my hands on. The Volturi stopped lying about hunting the Children of the Moon into extinction and revealed that the source of the Italian Coven's animosity with the werewolves stems from Caius' affair with an Alpha's sister that ended badly. In fact, it had almost cost the Vampire King his unlife.

Their archives held some pretty thorough, first hand, accounts of werewolves. Those, along with Kitty's book and research studies the Center for the Study of Paranatural Biology helped me plan what I was about to do. I blatantly followed the brunette without any attempt to hide it. As soon as she sensed my presence, she took off out of the city. Once I counted silently to twenty, I ran after her.

Bella stopped running when she reached our old baseball clearing. As I stepped out of the trees, I noticed that she had partially changed and now had claws and fangs. Good, I want this to be a fair fight; I thought when I began to move closer to the werewolf. Even at this distance, I could tell that her wolf was in charge, so Bella could only operate instinctively. With a garbled howl, the brunette rushed toward me, the rut melee had begun.

I made no effort to dodge her attack and claws shredded my silk blouse and left cuts on my skin that quickly healed. When the werewolf moved in for her next strike, I just opened my arms and caught her as she jumped. Lycanthropes were very strong, but not as strong as vampires were. I squeezed her tightly in my embrace then with vampire speed, I lanced the tender flesh of her throat with my teeth and sucked deeply from the wound. Her blood was the most amazing thing I'd ever tasted, but after a couple of healthy pulls, my thirst was sated so I lathed the wound closed with my tongue.

Bella relaxed and started whimpering in pleasure as I drank from her. The whole purpose of the rut melee was to help an unmated female chose a suitable mate. A female and her potential mate would get into a fight that was never life threatening. If the mate were able to subdue the female and wrap its jaws around her throat, then female would go docile for the duration of her rut so that the mating could happen. Werewolves, much like their wild kin, mated for life.

I held the younger woman until she fell asleep. There was plenty of time fuck her senseless before brunch with the family on Sunday. I wanted her to be surrounded by my scent so that she would remember she was now mine. There was little doubt there would be Hell to pay come Sunday. Just because female werewolves get all docile while they're in rut doesn't mean that they're submissive. The little time I'd had to observe Bella made me believe she was a very dominant wolf.

My cell buzzed with an incoming text message. I pulled it from my pocked, flipped the screen and read it.

Congrats, just realize you are so going to get it Sunday morning.

Luv, Ali.

I smiled then deleted the text. I wasn't going to worry about Sunday until it got here. My Bella could do what she wanted to me at that point. For now, she was docile and at my mercy. The wolf would still be in control when Bella woke up, it wouldn't take much to get her out of those restrictive clothes and see how many times I got her to howl my name before the moon rose and she was forced to shed her human form.