Chapter 4: Honesty is Hard

I have always thought that heaven was out of my reach, that a monster like me could never deserve happiness. Through my life I have been alone and hunted, and I never questioned that it is what I deserved. But standing here next to what I considered an angel everything made sense… I wasn't a monster, and I did deserve happiness.

"Who are you really?" I heard Leah ask me quietly

"My full name is Arden Handel; I was born in 1791 right before the beginning of the werewolf vampire war. One guess what side I fought on… What about you?"

She seemed shocked at my statement, probably my age. I didn't look a day over 20, I smirked to myself.

"1791, so you don't age?" She choked out.

"Not that I know of, but please tell me about you."

"Ok, my name is Leah Clearwater… I'm 18, a werewolf and I have 1 brother his name is Seth, and he is a werewolf to."

When I was listening to her a strange thought came to my mind… the wolves weren't like me that much I knew but I wanted to know how exactly they were different… did the disease spread by biting? How often did they transform? Did they have powers like mine? In the end I decided on one question.

"What kind of werewolf?"

WOW… what a clever question Arden, maybe now she might think you are more 'special' then you really are. But she just took this question in stride and said.

"I'm not a child of the moon like you if that's what you mean, that bloodsucker Edward said we are shape shifters… we can turn into wolves at anytime not just during the full moon."

So I was alone, I was the last werewolf all over again. They could turn when ever they want, that puts them a notch above me. One lousy night a month (roughly) versus anytime I want. At least I could turn invisible, that helps me feel less weak I guess.

"Arden, can your species imprint." She asked quietly, almost low enough that I couldn't hear must be embarrassed.

"Yes, I can… I guess that leads me to my next point." I say nervously "I don't know how you feel about me, but I imprinted on you. I know this is sudden and that we don't know anything about each other but I would like to fix that…"

I sort of started mumbling at the end but if her hearing is anything like mine that won't be a problem.

"I-I imprinted on you to, I just met you today and I already lo-… care about you deeply. I have one more question though, after we turned away the Volturi, one of the leaches told Jacob that your kind was almost extinct… how many are left?"

This question startled me, after all the things I told her she only had a question about how many children of the moon were left. I couldn't help that question made me laugh a little, of course me laughing at that question must have surprised her cause she gave me a look like I was crazy.

"Sorry, it's just that you asked that of all things… but to answer your question I am the last pureblood werewolf, and I don't plan on making anymore. This monstrous race should end with me!" I said this last line with a massive amount of bitterness; I thought I saw a glimpse of hurt cross her face which of course made me feel bad.

"Werewolves aren't that bad, we protect our tribe." She said defensively.

"I didn't mean your race; I mean the children of the moon… every time I am in my wolf form the urge to kill is so strong. It was 120 years before I could even remotely control the urges that I had. I can't start this race again just to have them kill innocent men, women, and children while being slaughtered by the Volturi!"

Now, I could see her eyes clearly… and in them was pity, she pitied me because I had such anger towards my own race my own people. So in a classic act of smoothness I changed the subject.

"Err… I'm the King of werewolves." Smooth Arden real smooth.

"How so?"

"My father brought together the werewolves and led the attack on the Volturi. He was king because he was the strongest… before I was turned at least. During the battle he was killed making me king by default."

"The battle, is that how you got that scar?" She asked clearly intrigued.

"No" I laugh loudly "I am to strong in my wolf form for any vampire to wound me, I got this in my human form from Caius, and I would have died from it had Carlisle not saved me..."

"I guess I owe that bloodsucker for something after all." She said with the most beautiful I had ever seen gracing her face "Are you the reason, that Caius is afraid of wolves?"

"Yes, I fought him in my wolf form… he couldn't even touch me."

Out of nowhere she ran up and buried her face into my chest… I heard her whisper so softly I could have imagined it.

"I love you Arden."

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