Sorry about how long this took to post, midterms were killer and I've been trying to make these chapters a little longer. Tell me what you think, like it or not!

Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

What scared me most, at the moment, was not the enormous wolf. Sure, he was huge, but when he looked at me, his eyes weren't animal. He had kind, intelligent eyes.

Edward's unexpected appearance was pretty shocking too. It wasn't just the fact that he was standing comfortably in the middle of the forest next to a horse-sized canine. He looked different: he had always had a chiseled jaw, but now it was more as if someone had taken an actual chisel to a block of diamond. No longer just unnaturally white, he sparkled like the snow, and his silent movements and crystalline skin gave the impression of that he was made of literal stone. He had not looked like this the last time I'd seen him – at the wedding – and I wondered if maybe he'd gotten the same thing Bella had on their much-gossiped-about honeymoon. His mouth twisted for a moment, and I remembered what Jacob (the wolf?) had said.

"You can't hear him because he's not like us, but he can hear us because…well…he's just that annoying."

So Edward was what…a mind reader? It sounded ridiculous, but then he nodded, and the revelation was incredibly embarrassing as I remembered my frequent daydreams about his looks. But even these creepy concepts were not the cause of my freaking out right now.

No, the most frightening to me at that moment had to do with the fact that the wolf was looking at me. And that I could see through his eyes.

Standing in my place, instead of a tall, skinny, stick-legged girl with brown hair, was a tall, skinny, stick-legged wolf with bright white fur. The she-wolf staggered to the ground, but I was too busy to watch, as I was trying to fight off a cloud of shocked blackness as it surrounded my mind.

"She'll come around soon," a calm voice said above me. "I'm surprised at how controlled she's been, though. The emotions are there, but not in the intensity you described."

Think the worst is yet to come?

"I doubt it. I believe what you said before, that the emotion peaks just before the change. Besides, Angela has never been the angry type."

Any idea why she phased? And why she phased into our pack?

"I can only speculate of course, but perhaps the border has more meaning than we thought? She lives in our territory, after all. As to why her, we shall have to see…" Territory? Border? Phase? What? "Ah, there she is. Jake, can you hear her yet?"

The name on Edward's lips brought a rush of memories from high school, and I realized why Jacob's mental voice sounded so familiar.

Jacob? Jacob Black? I demanded. I though you two hated each other! Now will someone PLEASE tell me what is going on?

All right, all right. Yes, I am, no, we don't –

"Speak for yourself," Edward grumbled, but they looked at each other without malice.

– and, Jacob continued, you've already seen yourself, so I guess you kind of already know this part. You're a werewolf, like me. Now can we get going? We're really not too deep in the woods, and we should get out of here before any hikers or whatever see us. Someone might have heard your howling and come to investigate, and the rumors have only just started to die down…

Um, I can kinda see how you mean to get out of here (I had caught the image of the three of us running through the trees) and I just thought you should know that athletic stuff really isn't my strong suit. I really suck at the outdoors, actually, even my hiking out here was a fluke…

"A fortunate fluke, however," Edward cut in, "seeing as no one around you would have had the slightest idea what happened or how to calm you, and the secret most undoubtedly would have been revealed. Now, we truly should go, as we are not very deep in the forest and if you howl any more, the humans might send out a search party." …the humans? He speaks like he's not…which would explain a lot actually… "As for running, just try it. Try not to think about it, it should come instinctually to you."

His tone pissed me off, a pretty common occurence as of late. Learning how to run with two extra legs? Sure. It'll come naturally. I did try, however, to do as he said: I actively did not think about the having four legs instead of two, I did not wonder which first foot to put forward first (it's actually a difficult decision, when you have so many options), and I did not jump straight into the air in the vain hope that my body would discover its instincts by breaking my fall.

It didn't (hypothetically, of course), but I did reflexively stand up, and it wasn't so hard from there. I trotted forward a couple steps, just getting the feel of it really, but the guys (who had been smirking at me from the sidelines – don't think I didn't see that, you two!) dashed past me into the forest, I guess the idea being "in for a penny, in for a pound." I followed them, and it was surprisingly effortless. I was no klutz, like Bella, but I certainly had never run like this. It redefined the word: running was no longer a task that I as a healthy human girl was capable of, it was a fantastical talent. Far more special than flying, for what bird would dare to soar so close to the speeding ground?

I was well into stride now, and I sped even faster, passing the wolf and the two-legger, whose scent blew into my nose and made me gag, but I kept my course and pace as I followed the invisible trail they had left, more a mixture of the woodsy smell and the awful sweet one than of crushed leaves and broken branches. I could hear them behind me, with my ears as well as my mind, but they had decided to remain in the rear, for which I was grateful; this was the best I had felt since I had gotten back home. I felt relaxed, ironic considering the immensely physical nature of the activity. I wasn't angry, I was still pretty scared but I was ignoring that at the moment, and I was confused but I ignored that too. I decided it was best to enjoy the feel of the moment without worrying about the impossible implications of the circumstances.

I should have known better. As soon as my guard went down, I was barraged with memories of the thing I was trying to repress, what was more important than my fear or my confusion or the satisfying crunch of the snow underneath me.

Ben.

What would happen now?

If I didn't know how to deal with this, he certainly wouldn't be able to. That's even assuming I could tell him. If he believed me, he would be terrified of me. And if he didn't (which he probably won't), he would assume I'm crazy (which I probably am), and get me sent to an asylum (where I probably belong). It would probably be best to just not tell him. Still, in none of these situations do I see us remaining together. Working around this kind of probably would be harder than learning to run with twenty extra legs, let alone my paltry two. Even if I didn't tell him about this newfound furry habit of mine, our relationship would have to end – a relationship can't work if you aren't honest about who you are, and I'm pretty sure the same rules apply about what you are. Ben and I had to overcome a lot in our relationship, don't get me wrong – a 6 inch height differential the wrong way around was a powerful obstacle – but Ben finally worked up the courage to ask me out (he never did tell me what the final straw was) and we've being working around my shyness and his video games ever since. But werewolfism (I'm under duress, I'm allowed to make up words) can't exactly be solved by not wearing heels. If it could, well, that would be really lame.

So…that's it then? No more Ben? Once I'm back to human I just have to call him up and…wait. Once I'm back to human? I will be human again, right? I mean, I don't know much about this stuff, but doesn't the term werewolf imply changing back and forth? What if it doesn't work for me? What if I never change back?