Chapter 7

Paul asked me if I knew anything about the Quileute legends. I told him I knew none of the legends, but I had a feeling he was going to tell them. He did. He told me everything about Quileute lore. How they believed that they descended from wolves. It all sounded wonderful and exciting. Paul told me about men turning into wolves and the Cold Ones.

This was great that he told me the legends, but this was not how I wanted to spend my time with him. The rain had stopped and we were standing outside by ourselves. Cassandra slept soundly into the house and this moment could be the most romantic moment in all of history. Paul was telling me stories about werewolves and vampires instead.

"Paul, why are you telling me this?" I asked in curious need. I leaned into his warm embrace, needing his heat. I stopped shivering a while ago, but it was still cold out. I wasn't use to this weather. Fresno never got this cold. With Paul, I never felt a cold breeze or anything. He was personal space heater. I loved it.

"I'm telling you this Taelore because, well, um… I'm a werewolf. I'm a werewolf darling," answered Paul quietly. He turned shy on me. I looked up at his face to see if he was serious. Werewolves were just stories. I gasped. He had an extremely serious face. He had to be teasing me.

"You can't be serious. I have secretly wished for a werewolf boyfriend in the past. But Paul, be serious! Legends are wonderful, but they are legends. They are myths. They aren't true. No matter how much I wish them to be true." I couldn't believe I told him the secret of being sweet on werewolves. I have read books and seen movies that starred werewolves. They are hunks and wolves are beautiful creatures.

Paul frowned at me. My heart ached at seeing his frown. I hated to see his handsome face so down. "You don't believe me." His face got really sad. Suddenly he got a determined look in his dark eyes. "I'll prove it to you!" he declared firmly. He pulled me in close and lifted me up into his arms. He pressed his lips firmly to mine and I melted.

My arms wrapped around his neck because I could reach his neck to do so this time. I kissed him back, forgetting everything. I was so aware of him. Where his hands were, where his body touched mine, where his mouth was. His lips graced the corner of my lips and I shivered in delight. Then Paul set me down on the ground.

"Paul-" He placed his index finger against my lips.

"I'll be back in a second. Don't be scared when you see me again." Just like that, he was gone. Into the forest he went, leaving me alone to get cold.

I sighed and crossed my arms. It began to get too cold to do that, so I began to rub my arms trying to get warm. I was starting to get bored. I wanted to go inside where it was warm. This sudden change from hot to cold confused my body. Usually I would faint. Not this time. I hoped not this time.

A silver wolf appeared out of the forest and I fought back a scream. It was a wolf, but it wasn't as well. It was huge! It was bigger than any horse I have ever seen. The wolf looked fierce and strong. It was handsome but dangerous.

This would a good time to faint. I would play death that way. It might leave me alone. I didn't know why I was overreacting. I wasn't that scared. The wolf seemed too familiar for that, but my mind was practical. It was dangerous and could hurt me.

"Stay wolfie! Stay there and be a good wolfie!" I shouted at it. Afterward I realized how stupid I sounded. It noticed as well. It tilted its head to the side and then left out an odd bark. It hit me. The wolf was laughing at me. I gasped. My stare turned deadly. "How dare you laugh at me, you beast?" I hit myself on the forehead. What was I doing? A wolf couldn't understand me like a human. I froze… unless the wolf was a werewolf.

"Paul! YOU'RE A WEREWOLF!" I felt myself began to sway. This was too much. It was 'a dream comes true' but too mythological to be true. I just wasn't that lucky. Not especially these days. My life got turned upside down lately and werewolf boyfriends didn't happen. Not for me. It shocked me to the core. I knew what was going to happen next. My vision began to blur and my legs became weak. Darkness consumed my world.


My eyes slowly flickered and I found me in my attic bedroom. I smiled and laughed softly at myself. It had been all a dream. It was a nice but weird dream. I could almost feel his always-feverish skin against mine.

I turned over to switch sides. Only I discovered something firm and sizzling heat. My hazel eyes opened wide and I stared at a bare, toned chest. "Paul!" I shouted, starting to breathe unevenly.

His dark eyes found mine and he smiled widely at me. "You fainted. I carried you back to your bedroom. You didn't want to let go of me so I stayed. Don't worry about Cassandra. I didn't wake her and she has left for the day already. You woke up for awhile after you fainted, but you fell asleep soon afterward. You were kinda out of it," explained Paul in a sleepy voice. His strong arms wrapped around me and he pulled me in closer.

"You're a werewolf. A big, silver wolf. It's… um… That's different. I guess you don't need a full moon to go all wolf on me." Paul nodded and I sighed, curling up against him. "I'm sorry I fainted on you. It's just that you're a mythical creature. It's a bit of a shock for anyone, but I couldn't be happier. How did I get you then? I know you love me. I don't get how though. We just met yesterday."

"Because you're my imprint."

"I'm your what?" I asked more curious than before. I arched an eyebrow at him. He seemed to find this amusing or something because his face got this smug look. His eyes seemed to say something else. Something I have always wanted to feel secretly toward a man. Love. True love.

I smiled and couldn't control myself. I pretty much jumped him. I took him to the ground. It wasn't far to go of course. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged my body close to his. "I'm your true love. That's so sweet and romantic."

Paul laughed in his booming deep voice. "You could say that. It's more of a werewolf trait. It's more like you're imprinted on my soul. Like I was meant for you," he answered with a wolfish grin. His warm, brawny arms wrapped around me. His eyes closed and he rested his head against my wooden floor.

This was what I wanted. His grip was so strong on me. I thought that he might never let me go. It was more like he might never let me go because he fell asleep and I wasn't strong enough to break his hold. For the first time since I came to Forks, I wasn't miserable and it was nice.

I sighed and stared at him. His wolfish grin was gone and his expression was peaceful and youthful. Paul almost appeared my age, but I knew better than that. There wasn't anyway he was. I gasped when it hit me. I didn't even know his age. I didn't even know anything about him. This was all foolishness, but it was fantastic foolishness.

God I sounded like the Doctor from the sci-fi show Doctor Who. Fantastic! I smiled and decided to let Paul sleep. I wondered if he got any last night. I hoped he didn't spend the rest of night watching over me. Guys only did that in the movies.

I yawned and looked for my alarm clock. It read 7:37am. It was that early in the morning! It was Saturday. The day made for sleeping in. My head came to rest against Paul's chest and my eyes closed before I fell into a deep slumber.

I woke some time later. Happily I wasn't alone for I was still in the warm arms of Paul. I had a feeling he woke before I did and watched me as I slept. It didn't really creep me out. As far as I knew, I didn't have an embarrassing sleep habits. Aerin was the one with the odd sleep habits. I remembered the times listening to him talk in his sleep. One time I held a conversation with him while he slept.

"What time is it?" I asked. I didn't bother to look at my clock. My eyes were hardly open at the moment. They were open enough to see my silver wolf. Who needs a white knight when you have a silver wolf? I smiled widely and I saw his eyebrow arch.

"It's almost noon. We should get up and eat something. I hope you have enough food." Paul laughed at a joke I didn't get. What was so funny? It was annoying not to know. I sighed.

"Could you let go so I could get dressed? I'm not going to have lunch like this."

"Why not?" It was such a guy question. I rolled my eyes and poked him to let go. He didn't seem to even feel me poking him. It wasn't fair that he was so strong.

"Because I'm girl and I want to get dress for the day. I can't go around like you in just a pair of jeans or sweat bottoms," I answered obliviously. It seemed that Paul was like any other guy in that way. No sense in girl's fashion or reason… at least my fashion or reason.

Paul sighed. "Fine then. I'll let go of you. For now at least." His arms released me and I stood up, heading for my dresser. I pulled my clothes for the day and began to undress. I removed Paul's sweatshirt and started to remove my tank when I remembered. Turning sharply, I glared at him. "Paul! I'm changing! Get out of here!"

"It's not like it's something I haven't seen already," he said with a deep laugh. He stood up from the ground and came toward me. I frowned, crossing my arms against my chest. Okay so he saw my breasts that day at the beach, but he wasn't going to see them again for a long time. Of course my tank top didn't help my case. It was tight fitted, thin, and white which made it incredibly see through.

"I'm warning you. I'm not a morning person. Don't mess with me." The firmness in my voice became weak as he stepped in front of me. His hands came to rest on my hips, sending bolts of heat through my body.

I stared up at his face. I studied his handsome features. His strong square jaw, his slightly high cheekbones, his straight perfect set nose, his full tan lips, and his intense dark eyes were so hypnotizing. Curse him!

"I want to though. It's so much fun," he said with a pout. I could tell he was fighting a smirk. Honestly, I tried to frown and be mad at him. Even when he started to lift my tank up, my temper was chilled by his auburn stare.

In the past if a guy tried to undress me or even touch me, I kicked him where it counts. At the moment, my legs couldn't even move. Paul was totally enjoying this. I saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes and the smirk finally appeared.

His hands climbed up my sides and so did my shirt. If he continued like this, my top would be gone and we would be off down a road I wasn't ready for. This was happening way too fast. His touch felt wonderful and warm. Only Paul could make me feel this way. This was like a scene in one of my romance novels.

I began to lean in closer, my lips eager to feel his skin. He met me half way, staring deep into my eyes. Then it was bare skin against bare skin, chest against chest. My mouth moved in to kiss his neck. Paul pressed me against my dresser and took matters into his own hands. Our bodies were crushed together and his mouth caused my skin to crawl as well as my sense to return.

"Paul! Stop this. I mean it!" I shouted sharply. My shouts held little power when a small moan escaped my lips. If only he would stop kissing my neck like that. Why did he have to make my heart race and my fingers ache to touch him? He chuckled profoundly, tickling my skin as he did. "Please." I was softer this time.

"It's been fun messing with you. It might have almost back fired on me though," responded Paul in a shaky voice. His breathing was slightly heavy and his forehead rested against my shoulder. Oh my God! I was just as irresistible to him as he was to me. He was checking his self-control. He nearly did this without it being a tease anymore.

My self-control almost went out the window along other things. We were going to get to know each other better before this happened again. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through his thick black hair. I smiled when I heard him groan.

"Can I get dressed now?" I asked in the sweetest voice. I stopped running my fingers through his hair and stayed still. We were going to behave now. Plus I was starting to get hungry. I was ready to have lunch and be dressed as well as have a table between him and me.

Paul laughed hearty. He nodded his head against my shoulder, causing me to giggle. He stood straight and let me go, taking a step back. He grinned and I thought I would swoon. I took a moment to get myself together. "How about we go to La Push for lunch? Emily is making lunch for the pack right now I bet. Plus with the pack around, I'm less likely to grope you."

I smiled. "That's a good idea. Now leave so I can get dressed. For real, I mean it this time." I noticed then that he wasn't staring at my face anymore. I gasped and covered my breasts with my arms. How did he get my tank off without me knowing? A wicked smirk appeared on his face. "Paul!"

"Don't be mad Taelore. It leaves me something to think about while I wait for you." I reached for the nearest object to throw at him, which happened to be a large metal ball. I picked it up and hurled it at him. To my sadness and happiness, he caught it with no harm done to him. He roared in booming laughter and left my room.

I sighed and began to dress. I removed my pajamas and started to change into a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a jean vest, and a zip up jacket. I was going for as many layers as I could get. It hit me suddenly. I was going to meet the pack for lunch. Pack meant a pack of werewolves! What am I to do? I thought.


Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn as well as all the characters in the saga. I own only my characters and the plot.

A/N: I'm sorry, but this chapter took forever to write. I remembered in the last chapter I gave Paul a last name. I don't know his last name so I gave him one. I couldn't find his last name in the books or anywhere.

I also apologize ahead of the spelling and grammar errors that are most likely in this chapter like there were in the past ones. I didn't have time to proof read my work or have someone else do so. I know I should, but I don't. I apologize if some parts are confusing. One day I will proread all chapters and edit them. Please enjoy and please read and review. I would love more reviews.

Attention: Aerin will be appearing in future chapters very soon. A reader asked for it and I thought it was a good idea.