And so, the next chapter has arrived! Thank you all again for the amazing reviews! I'm so glad you like this story :) Seth's such a cutie, isn't he? :)

This chapter was a fun one to write. I hope it's as fun to read!


Seth Clearwater

I was surprised at how quickly Krista and I became known as 'an item'. I liked it though, calling her 'my girlfriend' made her seem to belong to me; made her seem mine.

Since the weekend at the beach, Kris and I spent pretty much every waking moment together. I began to understand why Quil never got sick of Claire and why Jake was never far from Nessie. Being away from Kris was like being split in two and leaving half of you behind. I guess in a way that's nice: knowing that half of you would always be with her, but at the same time it's agony.

I was playing it cool though. I mean, I hadn't told her about the whole werewolf/shapeshifter/vampire thing. I knew I was going to have to at some point, but I was dreading the moment. Kris is amazing, sweet, funny, lovely but… she has a temper and I wasn't sure how well she'd take the whole 'magic' thing. I especially wasn't going to tell her about imprinting, not yet. I didn't want to scare her off and I was pretty sure telling her 'oh yeah. I'm actually, completely, 100% in love with you and you'll be spending the rest of your life with me' would send her running.

I knew I'd have to do it sometime, but right now things were so perfect, I didn't want to spoil them.

"Seth!" Kris came bounding up to me after French, holding something small and furry in her hands. I wrinkled up my nose as she approached.

"Krissy, what on earth is that?" The small furry thing moved.

"Seth meet Dobby. Dobby meet Seth." She held up her hands close to me face, I pulled away.

"What is it, Kris?!"

"It's a hamster!" Kris looked a little put out. She held 'Dobby' up to her face, smiling at it fondly. "It's the geography class hamster."

"Aren't we a little old to have class pets?"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "I love hamsters. This one's named after the house-elf in Harry Potter. And yes, maybe we are a little old, but our geography teacher's slightly eccentric and she's had Dobby for a while." She cooed at the tiny creature, petting its head with her little finger.

"Explain to me why it's in your hands and not in its cage?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Mrs Graham lost it." Krista explained. "I found it munching on some wires in the IT room. Poor little thing could've electrocuted itself." She cooed at it some more. I rolled my eyes. Seriously, I'm cuter than that thing when I'm all furry and fuzzy, but I bet she won't coo and pet me like that.

"Well why don't we go return it?" I said, eager to get to lunch. Kris glared at me.

"Well, that's what I was doing before I thought I'd bring him to show to you. But obviously you're not as excited as I am so I won't bother next time."

"It's a hamster." I pointed out. "Not a golden ticket. Can we please go put it back so we can go to lunch?"

Kris shoved me with her free hand. "Fine. Go eat. I'll go return it and meet you there." She sounded pretty grumpy. With a sigh I draped my arm round her shoulders, rolling my eyes.

"Okay, okay. Lets go return the little monster." Kris beamed at me. Seriously, who'da thought she'd go all soppy over a hamster.

Mrs Graham (who's half blind and nearly deaf too) was ecstatic on the return of - I can hardly bring myself to say the name - Dobby. She thanked us over and over, even though I kept pointing out that it had nothing to do with me. She gave us a toffee each from her draw (how old does she think we are? Three?) and put Dobby back in his cage. I have to say, Kris looked a little sad to let him go.

"Cheer up. Lunch time!" I said, nudging her shoulder as we left the classroom. Kris rolled her eyes at me.

"Do you only ever think about your stomach?"

"No, I think about you too." I winked at her. She blushed. "Sometimes." I added.

She cuffed me playfully round the head. "Watch it you."

The canteen was bustling when we got there. Stomach rumbling as always, I piled as much hot food as I could onto my tiny school plate and joined the guys at our usual table. Kris joined us shortly afterwards with her usual rabbit food.

"Wow, Kris. That looks delicious." Sarcasm dripped off Embry's tongue (and the Brits say us Americans never get irony. Tch).

Kris gave Embry a dark look before reaching over and stealing a fry from his plate, shoving it into her mouth. "Mmm, and your food tastes delicious too, Em. Cheers!"

I snorted into my meal as Embry looked disbelievingly at Kris. Jacob too gave Kris a disbelieving look, but it was more a look of awe.

"Nicely done my friend." Quil patted her on the back. "Not many have stolen food from Embry Call and lived to tell the tale."

"Yeah, well she might not 'live' for much longer." Muttered Embry bitterly. I snarled at him. Kris looked a little shocked at me.

Sometimes I forget that she doesn't realise how I feel. Sometimes I let my emotions get control of me, and that causes sudden outbursts: snarling at Embry's jokey threat, the hair rising on the back of my neck when any other boy (even Quil) ever touches Kris. For me, the reactions seem natural. She's my imprint, my soul mate, my property. But I forget that she doesn't know any of this. To her, we're just a couple: two people that like each other enough to go out. So I have to keep my behaviour normal. But for me, it's so, so much more. I wish I could tell her that sometimes.

"So what's the plan for the weekend?" I changed the subject. Kris was still giving me a funny look after my snarl-attack.

"Beach?" Suggested Embry. Everyone groaned.

"Can't we do something new? We did that two weekends ago!" Jacob complained.

"We do it every weekend." Pointed out Quil. He had a point. The beach was the Quileute Tribe hotspot. If you ever want to find a shape shifter, one of them is always likely to be at the beach.

"Well what else do you do for fun around here?" Kris quizzed the table. It was a good question. She had only been at school three weeks and so far we'd shown her the beach, the beach and… oh yeah… the beach.

"There's a little cinema in Forks." Quil suggested. "We could catch a movie?"

Kris made a face. "Seeing a film with a bunch of boys? I can tell what sort of film that would be. Blood, guts and gore-"

"AHHH! MY EYE!" Embry screamed, stabbing his eye with a fork and squirting ketchup at his face at the same time. Kris covered her mouth and clung to my arm. I kissed her forehead to comfort her.

"Cut it out Em, you big show-off." Jacob punched Embry in the arm.

"Aw c'mon! It was funny! I was proving a point!"

"Yeah," Kris rolled her eyes. "Proving that going to the cinema would be a bad choice."

"Well I'm seeing Nessie this weekend anyway." Jacob shrugged, shovelling food into his mouth.

"Mmm, same here with Claire."

Embry winked at me. "Looks like it's just us three then."

Kris groaned beside me. "Uhh, actually Quil, Kris is coming to mine this weekend."

"She is?"

"I am?"

"She is." I nodded my head, decisively. Now she was, anyway.

Kris smiled at me. "Sounds good." Then she wrinkled up her nose, frown lines appearing on her forehead. "Will your sister be there?"

"Most likely."

"Ugh." Kris looked a little downcast. My heartstrings tugged. "She hates me."

"No, no, no!" I hastened to comfort her, stroking her hair. "She doesn't hate you."

"Yes she does." Embry, always unhelpful. "She hates everyone. She's a bitter old harpy."

"You know she'll know you said that." I pointed out to Embry. "No secrets."

Embry groaned. Kris looked suspicious. "You rat on your friends?"

"No-o." Shoot. How do I get out of this one? Stupid Seth! Keep slipping up and you'll end up explaining the whole 'werewolf-mind-reading-thing' a lot sooner than you planned. "But Leah's real good at getting things out of people. Plus Jacob tells her everything." I looked at Jacob for support. He glared at me.

"Yeah…" He muttered, grimacing. "Because me and Leah are so close."

It was a pretty poor effort, but I think Kris bought it. She let it drop anyway, standing up to clear her tray. The rest of us followed suit.

The end of the day came quicker than expected. I kissed Krista goodbye by her truck before joining the rest of the pack by the trees.

We changed quickly, tying our clothes onto our legs then phasing to travel home. The moment I phased, Jacob started lecturing me.

'I tell Leah everything?' Oh come ON Seth. That's bull and you know it.

How else was I meant to bat that one off? I'm sorry Jake. I whined. I made a mistake and she picked up on it.

You're doing a lot of that. Quil pointed out, relaying all the times in the last two weeks I'd nearly let our secret slip. You're gonna have to tell her soon, man.

Yeah, the sooner the better. Jacob was enthusiastic.

Ugh! But it's so complicated! How do I explain it all without her running a mile?

Simple, man. You just corner her, phase, and then wait for her to come round. Embry was unhelpful as always.

Seriously though, Seth. You have got to tell her this weekend.

THIS WEEKEND? I yelped.

Yep. Sorry dude. No other way. Better she hears it all now. Quil's advice was sound, but I didn't want to hear it.

No way, man. I can't do it. The weekend's only two days away! I howled miserably. What if she freaks out and never wants to see me again?

She won't. You're soul mates. Quil tried to reconcile me.

But what if it all goes horribly wrong and I hurt her or something?

Then you're screwed. Embry guffawed in my head. I snarled at him.

Quil intervened. Look, Seth. I'll just reiterate since this doesn't seem to be getting through your thick skull: You. Are. Soul. Mates: Meant to be. For better or worse. That kinda thing. It'll sort itself out, just tell her the truth.

I nodded, still unsure. Quil made sense but… I didn't want to take any risks when things were so perfect.

Kim's still with Jared, and he had to explain it all to her. Jacob pointed out.

And Emilie's still here. Quipped in Embry. And she's been through the mill with Sam and Leah. If anyone was gonna scarper, it'd been her.

Comforted I nodded. I guess I was just going to have to bite the bullet and tell her. This weekend.

The thought still made me shudder.

How was I going to go about it? Should I explain, then phase to prove my point? Or just phase straight away and do the explaining later. What if she didn't want to see the proof after I explain the whole thing? Or what if she didn't want to hear the explanation if I phased first?

Dude! Chill! Your brain's like an episode of 'Who Wants To Be a Millionaire': full of questions! Embry snorted, shaking his head, trying to rid it of the thoughts.

We arrived at Emilie's house and everyone phased quickly, eager to stop listening to my whining questions. I was just so worried!

"Look, Dude. If you're really that scared then don't do it. But you're gonna have to at some point, so I really think you might as well do it now. Sooner the better." Jacob patted my shoulder as we walked the final stroll to Emilie's.

Quil raised two fingers to his temple, then flicked them at me in mock-salute. "Remember: soul mates."

I nodded.

Soul mates.

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The weekend came too quickly. Before I knew it, Kris was sitting next to me on my bed, admiring my room.

"Nice place." She murmured in her soft voice. It still sent shivers up my spine. "It's very you."

I looked at the posters of various bands and things on my walls and blushed, embarrassed. I didn't spend much time in my room and I hadn't re-decorated since I'd phased for the first time. The whole room seemed kinda childish.

"Umm, It's not really me, I mean… I haven't changed it in ages. I don't really…" I pointed at the posters. "I don't really listen to this music any more."

"I didn't mean that." Kris laughed: the sound of wind chimes. "I meant the whole feel of it. It's cosy, warm, nice." She blushed fervently and looked down. I grinned; feeling more relaxed.

"So what sort of music do you listen to now?" She changed the subject.

"Oh, I dunno. Whatever's on the radio." I hoped she wouldn't ask any more questions. Truth be told, I had no idea what was playing on the radio. It was only background music. I didn't really like music. Not that sort anyway. Spending too much time with Edward: his tastes start to rub off on you. I hoped to God she wouldn't look in my CD player. Debussy doesn't do a lot for my street cred.

Kris was silent.

"Do you have a dog?" She asked suddenly. Shoot. I could feel it coming: the explanation. The reason behind all the 'inside jokes' and mysterious looks. I'd have to tell her pretty soon.

"No." I was pretty sure my voice had risen an octave. "Why?

"Oh." She looked a little confused. "Well I don't know what you keep in here Seth-o, but it smells a bit doggish."

I laughed with her, but it was a hollow, empty sound. My stomach churned. It was time.

"Kris-" I started, but before I could get any further, Krista had leaned towards me, pressing her lips to mine. As always when we touched, my mind turned to goo and everything disappeared except the burning, yearning need for her completely and utterly. I pulled her towards me, lying down on the bed.

She sat atop of me, a leg either side of my waist. Her chest rose and fell in jagged breaths as our faces pressed together in an explosion of emotions.

Concentrate Seth! My rational mind screamed. You were going to tell her! You HAVE to tell her!

"Go away." I moaned at my conscience. Kris pulled away, looking at me oddly.

"Excuse me?"

Crap! I'd spoken out loud. I sat up, pulling her body towards mine, kissing her over and over. "No, no, no." I crooned. "I wasn't talking to you. I… errr…"

Kris pulled away again, laughing this time. "And Leah thinks I'm the strange one."

I bit my lip.

"Seth?" Kris looked at me, her brow furrowed and her eyes wide with worry. "Seth-o? What is it?"

I sighed. This was it. "Krissy. I have to tell you something."

She fell silent. Her legs were still wound my waist and her body was almost pressed up against mine, but the inch gap between us seemed a mile wide.

"What is it?" She breathed, pulling further away from me.

I'd been over this moment a thousand times since my chat with Jake, Quil and Embry, but now, as it came to the crunch… I had no idea what to say.

"Kris, have you ever heard the stories told about the Quileute Tribe?"

"Tribe? There's a tribe?" So that's a no then. "Quil said the name Quileute was something to do with Jacob's family."

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, it does." I paused, so she hadn't even heard the legends. This was going to be even harder.

"Krissy…" I started again. How on earth was I going to phrase this? Kris' whole face mirrored my worry. She put a hand on my cheek.

"Seth, what's wrong. I don't understand."

My voice came out in a choked whisper. I realised how ridiculous this would sound. "Do you believe in magic Kris?"

She stared at me before collapsing on the bed next to me, laughing.

"Jesus Christ, Seth!" She stuttered out between laughter. "You scared the living daylights out of me! I thought something was seriously wrong." I smiled at her sadly as her laughter subsided. She tried to recompose herself, but she was still grinning as she looked up. My expression wiped all trace of humour from her face. Instead she just looked incredulous. "You're being serious?"

I nodded, miserably. "Kris, the world isn't how you think it is."

Krista clicked her fingers in front of me. "Snap out of it Seth. You're being ridiculous. Maybe we should go for a walk or something; get some air."

I grabbed her by the wrists. "Krista! Listen to me!" I used her full name to get her attention. "You don't understand! I'm not who you think I am."

"Stop it!" She spat out the words, pulling away from me. "Stop it! Is this a joke? It's not funny!"

I groaned, putting my head in my hands. Why was this so hard? She was going to run, for sure.

"Please listen to me."

"Only if you're going to stop talking gibberish." She scowled at me. God she's so pretty even when she scowls.

I realised there was no other way. I couldn't get the words out. I was going to have to show her.

"Come with me." I held out my hand, praying she'd take it. She did without a moment's hesitation.

I took her downstairs, past Leah watching TV, outside and into the trees surrounding our garden. Kris stayed thankfully silent. After a minute or so of walking I stopped.

I turned to face Kris. "I need you to do something for me." I asked.

"Anything." She whispered, and I was surprised at the sureness and sincerity in her voice.

"First, I need you to imagine that magic exists, that things aren't how you thought they were. Second I need you to promise me you'll hear me out, and not run away. Promise me?"

Kris looked at me, tilting her head to the side so that her hair caught in the sunlight. For a terrible second I thought she was going to shake her head. "It's strange." She said finally. "I never took you for a madman."

"Please Krissy." I begged, I pleaded. "Please promise me. I'm not mad, I just need to know you're not going to run away."

"Run away?" Kris spoke as if she'd heard the words for the first time. "Why would I-"

"Promise me!" I pressed my forehead to hers. This could be the last human contact I ever got with her.

"I promise." She choked. I kissed her briefly. This was it. She would scarper.

"Stand back." I moved a safe distance from her and began to undress. Kris blushed and looked away. I wasn't surprised to see she was shaking. Leaving my underwear on, I stood still and felt the heat inside of me, drawing it together so I could phase.

And then I was on all fours, thick hair all over my enormous body.

Krista stood very still, eyes wide in shock, trembling all over. I hated myself for putting her through this, but she had to know.

She stuck to her word: she didn't run, she didn't scream, she didn't even blink. She just stood and stared.

I whined and took a step towards her. She stayed stock-still.

"Seth?" I nodded enthusiastically, hoping and praying she didn't bolt. "You… you're a…" She trailed off. I took another step forward. Go on… say it. "You're a wolf."

I huffed. Half right. I'm a werewolf. WEREwolf. I wished she could hear me.

"A werewolf?" Score! I nodded again, shuffling forward a few more steps, keeping calm, trying not to scare her off. "Oh god." Her knees gave way and she knelt down on the mossy floor. I lay down in front of Kris, trying to stay at head height, scared that looming over her would frighten her away.

"Well this is…" She seemed at a complete loss. She pushed her hair out of her eyes, staring at me the whole time. "Seriously, Seth? A werewolf? As in, human by day, wolf by n-" She stopped short, looking up at the sky. "Not by night then."

I nudged her knee with my nose, using my big glassy eyes to their full potential. It worked: she softened. Her wide-eyed, frightened features rearranged themselves into a more bewildered half-smile. Maybe she thought she was dreaming.

"You know Seth, you might've warned me. I nearly had a heart attack just now, then you would've been girlfriend-less." I yelped my apology. She narrowed her eyes at me. "You do realise how surreal this is, right? I'm talking to a dog."

She hadn't run! She hadn't run away! She'd stayed and she was talking to me almost like normal. I was so happy I could've kissed her, but still in my wolf form I had to settle for a big, loving lick instead.

Laughing she pushed me away. "Gerrof! Ugh. You big beast you." She ruffled my fur and I wagged my tail. "You're just as lovable as a dog as you are human you know Seth-o."

This was possibly the happiest I'd ever been. She'd done it! My wonderful, amazing Krista had stayed with me and gotten over the weirdness. Obviously there was still a lot of explaining to do, but the hard part was over.

She ruffled my fur some more. "Y'know, I think I prefer you like this. Means I can talk to you without you interrupting me or anything." I snorted through my nostrils, tail still wagging. I wanted to phase back, talk to her properly, but to do that I'd have to go change.

I stood up, a good four feet taller than her when she was sitting down. Fear spread over her features for a second, before they were replaced with confusion.

"Where are you going?"

I couldn't explain my need to go change so instead I just whined and picked up my clothes with my teeth. She made as if to follow me, but I just whined again, shaking my head.

"You want me to stay?" She looked so sad. "But…"

I'll be back!!! I screamed in my head. I promise! I'll just be gone a second!!!

But of course she couldn't hear me.

I ran behind the trees quickly, phasing and pulling on pants. My underwear had been ripped to shreds so I was going commando. I couldn't even be bothered to put a shirt on; such was my haste to get back to Kris.

I burst into the clearing, looking wildly around. "Kris?"

A voice came from my left. "Don't worry, I haven't scarpered yet, wolf-boy."

I sighed with relief, rushing to her. "I was afraid maybe…"

She cut me off "Yeah well. I'm giving you a chance to explain yourself. One chance." I could tell she was pretty shaken by the entire experience. The sarcastic humour was a defence. I knew that much about her.

"Do you want to go back inside?" I thought a more familiar setting would soothe her a little.

She shook her head. "No. Explanations first."

I sighed, kicking the ground with my toe. Where to start? Suddenly, Kris pushed me roughly. "Look, Mr Silent! You can't just turn yourself into a wolf the size of a bloody horse and get away with it! You have some serious explaining to do!"

Suddenly I laughed. This just made her even more furious. She stamped her foot angrily, glaring at me through narrowed eyes, which just made her more comical than ever.

"What's so funny?" She fumed.

"You!" I replied, laughing harder. "I thought that you'd scream, or run away in fright, but instead you… well you get angry at me!" How very like her.

Kris opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off, pressing my mouth to hers firmly. For another awful second I thought she was going to push me away; tell me that the whole ordeal was too much, but slowly her arms slunk over my shoulders and she kissed me back.

After a minute, she pulled away. "Fine." She said. "So you're a freaky wolf boy. But I'm guessing you're not the only one."

"No." I admitted. "There's a pack of us. Me, Quil, Sam, Jacob, Embry, Jared, Colin, Brady… we all are. Even Leah."

"Leah too?" Her eyes widened. "All werewolves?"

"Technically, we're shape shifters." I sighed heavily. "Kris, there's actually a lot more to all this. There's so much I have to tell you. We have rules and packs. Enemies…"

"You're not going to bite me are you?" She pulled away from me, half joking but still a little afraid. "Turn me into one of you to be your little, furry mate."

I chuckled, pulling her closer. "It doesn't work like that. Becoming a werewolf isn't something you can catch like a disease. It doesn't originate from venom. It's a genetic thing. You're born with it."

"So you've always been like this?"

"No." I admitted. "I first phased when I was fourteen."

"Phased?"

"Changed into a wolf."

"Oh."

Silence.

"What's it like?" She sounded more curious than afraid.

"It's like… a heat inside you. It builds up and then… you explode. You usually first phase when you're angry."

Kris nodded. "Heat. Makes sense why you're all so hot all the time."

I stroked her hair. "Exactly! Kris, you're amazing at accepting all this. I thought it was going to be all so much harder!"

"Wonder woman, that's me." Kris muttered under her breath. I chuckled.

"Come on." I pulled at her hand. "Lets go somewhere we can sit and talk."

I took her back to the house and into the kitchen. I decided to fix us up something to eat, show her how normal I still was, though she didn't seem at all shook up any more. Pouring her a drink I sat across the table from her.

"Tell me everything." She said calmly.

And so I did. I told her how Jacob was our Alpha and that we answered solely to him. But that some of the others were in Sam's pack and he was their alpha. I told her how when we were all in wolf-form, we could hear each other's thoughts, though only if we were in the same pack. I explained how we all had this super-human strength and incredible body heat that made us hotter than everyone else. I told her how we have to eat more, how we heal super fast and how we don't age until we stop phasing for a long period of time.

"You don't age?" She asked. "So how old are you?"

"Eighteen." I replied truthfully. I phased at fourteen but when you phase you immediately look about ten years older." I laughed. "I've looked the same for four years now."

"Wow." Was all she could say. I gazed at her adoringly. Quil was so right when he said this would work out. But now was the tricky part.

"I know this is all a bit weird, but if you can handle it, there is more." I hedged my bets. I could tell her about the rest later if she needed a break from all this super natural mumbo jumbo.

But she stubbornly shook her head. "Who do you take me for Seth? 'Course I can handle it!"

I smiled at her. "I know." I said, and I truly believed it.

I started to explain about the reason we came into existence. I explained that the first Alpha was Ephraim Black - Jacob's ancestor – and how we came into existence as a form of protection from the cold-ones.

"Cold-ones?"

"Vampires." I half expected Kris to laugh, but I think we were past that stage.

"Vampires?" She repeated. "Here? In La Push?"

I shook my head. "No. Not here. There's a family of them living up in Forks, but they're not the evil, blood sucky kind. They're… vegetarian."

"Vampires that don't suck blood." Kris mused. "I'm guessing the whole Vamp thing is genetic too, right?"

"No. That is a venom thing. You have to be bitten to become one. But it's a slow, painful process. Plus you smell afterwards."

Kris obviously ignored my last comment. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up. So there are werewolves to protect humans from the vampires that don't suck blood?"

"Sort of." I explained the treaty that Ephraim made with the Cullens when they first arrived.

"The Cullens are our friends. You can meet them."

Kris immediately shook her head. "No. No way. Werewolves are quite enough for me. No Vampires."

That was fair. I nodded, realising that the food I'd microwaved had gone cold. I ate it anyway, more interested in Kris' reaction to this all.

"Why?" Kris suddenly broke into my reverie. I stared at her, confused.

"Why, what?"

"Why do you have to tell me all this? I mean; I'm just your girlfriend. We've been dating, what, two weeks? You could have kept all this secret. Why did you tell me?"

"Because…" Without telling her about imprinting (which I totally didn't want to do…just yet), I couldn't really think of a reason why. "Because I trust you." I finished lamely.

She narrowed her eyes at me. Sheesh! No one told me lying to your imprint would be this hard. I swear she sees right through me!

"Thanks." She said finally. "For trusting me."

I beamed, genuinely happy. "And you've just accepted all this? Like that? Without a blink?"

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Well, this'll take time to sink in you realise. This is like someone turning round and saying 'you know, Hogwarts actually exists and you're dating Harry Potter'." I laughed, getting up from my chair and walking over to where Kris was seated.

Then I nearly blew it. The three words I longed to say. I almost said them right out and ruined everything. But I managed to compose myself, pulling her up into a hug instead.

"You can't tell anyone about this though?" I whispered. "My mum knows, obviously. And so does the family of all the wolves. But you can't tell anyone else. Ever."

"I won't." She whispered back, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "It'll be our furry little secret."


Soooo? What did you think? I kind of assumed that werewolves are allowed to reveal their secret to their imprint, rather than having to make them guess it, like Bella had to. Reviews? Pretty Please?