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Uncle Greg was one of those crazy, unmarried, childish adults. He was more into movies and sports than having a real job. He was my mom's younger brother, and I'm not going to say that he was a mistake, but he was not expected by my grandparents. This left him much younger than my mom and explains why he acts more my age instead of hers. My uncle is the most understanding and helpful man I know. That is my main reason for feeling I can share my wolf experience with him. Not only that, he also claimed to have seen them. I reached my uncle's house and knocked on the door. He opened it and seemed surprised to see me.

"Maggie? What are you doing here? Are you alright? You look like you've been crying."

"No I'm not alright."

"What happened?"

"I'm not really sure."

"Well, come on in and I'll see what I can do to help you." He led me into his kitchen and I sat down at the table. "You want a drink?" I nodded my head and he handed me a can of coke.

"Thanks." He sat down next to me, drinking out of his own can.

"Now, tell me what happened." I took a sip of my drink and swallowed. I took in a slow breath and looked my uncle in the eyes.

"I saw the wolves." He frowned at me. "You know, those giant wolves you were telling me about. The ones you saw while you were hiking." I heard him gasp and a look of surprise and concern took over his normally calm expressions. He moved his chair closer to me, taking one of my hands into his. I don't know if it was more for my comfort or for his.

"You saw them too?"

"Yes."

"Where were you? What happened? They didn't hurt you did they?" He was now looking over me. Checking for any injuries.

"No they didn't hurt me. Well, actually it was really weird. It started with three of them. They were advancing on me. One of them knocked me over. I was so scared that it would eat me. Then out of no where, five more showed up. They surrounded me. One of them even standing directly in front of me so the others couldn't get by it. Then four of them chased the first three away. This left me with the one in front of me. He didn't seem to want to hurt me. I was petting his head and he licked me. It was like a normal dog, only it seemed like he was trying to comfort me. I don't know. Then it just ran off."

"Are you sure they didn't hurt you."

"Yes, I'm sure. Should we call the police?"

"No, they wouldn't believe you."

"Well that sucks."

"I know. Everyone thought I was crazy when I told them what I saw. I won't have them calling you crazy too."

"Do you know anything about these wolves? Like what they really are or how they got here?"

"I have some ideas."

"Well, tell me."

"Alright, this is going to sound so stupid."

"Just tell me."

"Have you ever heard any of the Quileute legends?"

"No, I haven't."

"One of my friends that lives in La Push told me a bunch of them on a fishing trip once. There was this one, about werewolves and vampires." He started telling me the story. About how werewolves and vampires are enemies. How the werewolves only exist because of the vampires. It was very strange. Almost too strange. I say this because it seemed like it could be true.

"Wait, you think the people of La Push are werewolves?" I asked, once he was done with the story.

"No, I don't think so, but they really find wolves important. Back when I saw the wolves I told my friend about it. He got really weird. He told me to leave it alone. It was almost like he was protecting something. I think he knows something and isn't telling me."

"What do you think it is?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe they are breeding them or something."

"That could be a possibility."

"Yeah. Mags just promise me you wont go into the woods alone. Better yet, don't go around La Push alone. I don't want those wolves coming back after you."

"I promise."

"Good. Now, I bet your mom doesn't know you're here, right?"

"Oh, crap. She wanted the car back a while ago. I need to leave. Thanks a lot Uncle Greg." I started to leave but then I remembered about my free car. "Oh, I forgot. Dad is buying me a car and guess which lucky uncle I'm getting to help me pick it out?"

"Your dad is buying you a car? I bet your mom is excited about that. Well, I think I can spare some time for my favorite niece next week."

"Great. Maybe say, oh I don't know, on Wednesday?"

"That is your birthday, how can I say no?"

"You can't."

"Alright smarty pants, get a move on before your mother goes crazy."

"I think its too late for that." I gave him a hug and ran back to the car. I drove it back home and before I could get out, Mom was getting in.

"I told you to be back after an hour." Was she crazy yet? Very.

"Sorry, I lost track of time."

"Fine, we have to go pick up your grandmother." The whole way there and back, all I could think of was the wolves. I ended up skipping diner that night, much to my mothers protests. I just couldn't eat. I had to figure this out. Giant wolves and Native American legends were running through my head.

It started to get a little stuffy in my room, so I went and opened my window. That's when I remembered the fur that had been there. It was the same color as the wolf that had protected me today. The one that had reminded me of Paul. What if it really was werewolves? Could that even be possible? It could work. The fur, Paul being that wolf and protecting me, the reason why he's so hot all the time, and his random moments of anger. I've never heard of werewolves being hot but maybe I don't know everything there is to know. I had to think of a way to get him to tell me. I had to provoke him. Or maybe I could just ask him about that. No, couldn't just ask him. There was no way he would tell me. If that guy my uncle was friends with was so secretive about it, I know Paul would not be happy to tell me either. Maybe I could just tell him about the wolves and see how he responds.

As I was thinking this all over, I heard a noise coming from below my window. It was dark out so I could hardly see anything, but what I could make out was a large animal moving in the shadows. Normally this would have freaked me out. I would have went screaming to my mom. For some reason though, I wasn't scared. If it was Paul, and he was a werewolf, I knew he wouldn't hurt me. If it wasn't Paul, and the wolf from today was really just a wolf, and he was outside my window, I knew he wouldn't hurt me either. If it wasn't that wolf, and it wasn't Paul, well hell, I had some big problems. I went back to my bed and tried to get some sleep. Needless to say, I had another night where I needed my ipod to knock me out.

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The next day, school was hell. I was so antsy. I needed to get out of there. I needed to talk to Paul. I had all these ideas floating around in my head, but I couldn't do anything until I knew how he felt about these wolves. School went by slow and I settled my plans with Laura. We were going shopping on Saturday. She couldn't wait. At the end of the day, she walked with me outside and over to Paul's truck. He was early today. I got in on the passenger's and noticed Paul was not his normal cheerful self. I could tell by the way he smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. He looked stressed out and very tired.

"Hey Paul," Laura said as I opened the door.

"Hey Laura," he said. He looked ready to leave. Hmm, in a rush are we?

"I'll see you tomorrow Laura," I said. Paul's head snapped to face me. He had a questioning look in his eyes.

"Yep, I'll pick you up around noon."

"Sounds good. See you tomorrow."

"Bye." Paul started driving away, not saying anything. It wasn't till we were half way to my house that he finally started talking.

"Where are you going on Saturday?" he asked.

"Laura and I are going shopping. I'm not sure where. She didn't tell me."

"I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I just think you should stay home. Or with me even. If you want to leave your house you can come hang out with me and my friends."

"I can't do that I already promised I would go with her. I had to break my promise last weekend. I can't break it again."

"Even if it's for your own good?" He sounded angry. Good. Maybe I could get some answers.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," he said to quickly. I hesitated for a second.

"What do you know about those giant wolves running around here?"

"Nothing, why?" He said that a little too quickly also.

"I saw them."

"Are you sure they were wolves you saw and not something else?" He was laughing at this. Laughing a little too hard maybe. He knew something and was trying to cover it up. I could easily tell.

"I think I know what a wolf looks like," I snapped. I was getting kind of frustrated myself. Why the hell couldn't he just tell me what he knew?

"Yeah, but you said giant. Maybe you were wrong."

"Nope, I know what I saw." He didn't say anything to that. He still looked pissed. He was even shaking a little bit. My head started swimming with ideas. He clearly didn't want to talk about this, and I knew how I was going to bring this up again. I just had to wait till my birthday, which was next week. I hadn't told him that my 18th birthday was coming up, and that could work into my plans perfectly. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I jumped when he next spoke.

"So, now you aren't going to talk anymore?" He sounded angry and sad at the same time.

"Did I say that Paul? No, I didn't. I've had a rough week and I was just lost in my thoughts." I think that was the first time I've ever given him attitude.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad at me." I sighed. Did he really think I could be upset with him? I was getting used to his random moments of anger. That didn't bother me. What bothered me was I knew he was hiding something.

"I'm not I'm just frustrated."

"Don't worry, we're going out tonight and that should help."

"Where are we going?"

"I thought I would take you out to a movie in Port Angeles."

"Really?" I knew I sounded really excited. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen a movie.

"Yes, really," he said, with a smirk. When we reached my house, I was thankful that the car wasn't in the drive way this time. No mom to deal with. We went inside and I ran my stuff into my room.

"So are you going to stay and hang out for a bit, or are you leaving and coming back for me later?"

"I'll stay for a little while and then come back tonight."

"Ok."

"Unless you want me to leave now."

"No, I don't want you to leave, ever." Oops. I didn't mean for that to slip, but it did. I don't even really know why I said it. Just I really liked when he was around. I shyly looked over at him and he was smiling. He walked over and stood right in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off his body.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that."

"Oh, I think I have an idea." He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me against him. I gasped and placed my hands against his chest.

"No, I don't think you do." Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. He was kissing me with such hunger, such passion, that I was left dizzy. One hand had left my hip and was now tangled in my hair. My hands were gripping his shirt, holding on for dear life. I had never been kissed like this before. When the need for air reached us both, Paul rested his head in my neck while my head rested on top of his. The kiss left both of us utterly breathless.

"Wow," I said after a couple seconds. He didn't say anything, but from the cocky smile on his lips, I knew he was pretty damn proud of himself. He then let me go completely and I suddenly felt very cold.

"I have to go," he said. I thought he was going to stay and hang for a little bit. I hope he didn't regret kissing me.

"Why?"

"I need to go see some of my friends before I take you out tonight." I didn't want him to leave but I didn't want to seem like a needy girlfriend. Hell, I wasn't even really his girlfriend yet. He never officially asked me.

"Alright. What time are you coming back?"

"I'll be back around six."

"That sounds good. It gives me enough time to changes and actually look nice." He just laughed at that.

"You could go out wearing rags and dirt and I would still think you were the hottest thing on two legs." I knew I was blushing when his laughing got harder. He really enjoyed turning my face red. I walked him to the door and after our normal hug goodbye, he lightly brushed his lips against mine. It was softer, more gentle than our first kiss, but it was just as nice. At least now I knew he didn't regret the first one. "I'll see you in a couple of hours," he said, well almost whispered.

"I'll be waiting." I had no idea where that came from. It sounded like a cheesy movie line to me, but he smiled and gave me another hug, so I didn't worry about it. What I was worrying about was what I was going to wear on our date. Oh, the drama of a teenager.