I'm gonna get straight to it!

Chapter 8: More questions, less answers.

"Mom." I said quietly calling her attention from her food.My eyes had been glued to the table and I hadn't spoken a word to her all day.

"When we were at maw-maw's, she told me some interesting things." I said. My plan had been to tell her that my grandma had told me the stories, and I was going to ask her if they were true. Depending on her answer, well I haven't gotten that far yet.

Mom rolled her eyes. "I swear, your grandmother would tell these stories to anyone who listens."

"One caught my attention in particularly." I told her as she shot me a questioning look. I finally looked up at her gaze.

"It was about werewolves." I told her quietly not breaking the eye contact. She nearly choked on her food.

"What did she tell you?" she asked wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"That we come from a long line of them, and that Brandon and I are going to be them one day." I told her looking down.

"Bull shit." My mom snapped. Brandon's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He had never heard her use that kind of language before in his life! Why would she start now?

"Your grandma is a crazy person. Don't listen to her; you're as human as me." Mom said, taking a bite of her food. True, my mom is human, but she was the imprint.

"I would have believed you." I told her quietly. Her head snapped up to look at me. I heard her neck crack in three places in the process.

"Remember that night I came home late from the movies?" I didn't wait for her response; I looked her directly in the eye.

"Did you know there's a pack here? I found that out the hard way." I said wincing a bit at the memory.

"You- You morphed?" She asked in disbelief. I nodded.

"W-who is t-the alpha?" she asked dumbfounded. I sighed.

"Depends, are you talking about the pack here, or at home?" I asked as her mouth dropped in shock. Brandon intently listened silently.

"Two packs?" She managed. I shrugged.

"Why did you keep what we are from us?" I interrogated her as Brandon looked up for guidance. She fell silent for a moment, hesitating for an answer. It must have been strange for her to be at the mercy of her children. How many kids interrogate their parents and they come up short?

"I knew how dangerous it was to be a werewolf." She said looking my in the eyes from across the table.

"I didn't want the constant pressure on you. I didn't want you to have to deal with that. You're strong, Danny. I know that, but you're not that strong." She told me.

"You'd be surprised, I've only morphed once." I laughed shortly.

"Yeah, it's been her soul purpose to not turn into Clifford." Brandon laughed, lightening the mood. He hated intense moments just as I loathed them. Confrontation sucked! My mom laughed.

"Neither of you can fight this. It's just who you are, so just accept it. There's not much else you can do." She said nonchalantly; funny how the conversation turned so quickly.

"Well, in that case, maybe I should go talk to Sam." I sighed standing up. Confusion swept over my mom's face.

"Sam Uley, my alpha." I said the word with obvious distaste. She laughed.

"Oh, Mom. You know Carlisle is a vampire, right?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah, I always knew that. I figured it out." She laughed. "So where exactly are you meeting this Sam?"

I pondered and debated this for a while. I wasn't sure I was going to them. I sighed coming to a decision.

"I don't know. I was just going to walk in the forest calling a werewolf. That's what I did last time." I chuckled remembering it. She looked a little worried, but accepted it anyway.

"SAM!" I called hopping over a fallen tree. His fresh trail was easy to follow, especially since they ran in circles.

"Sam!" I howled into the green active forest. Birds chirped cheerfully and squirrels scurried up the trees nearby. I hadn't seen a deer, mostly because I didn't give a second thought to being quiet. My shoes cracked any twigs and leaves that had fallen from the tree tops. The scent of camping filled my nostrils. Well, not exactly camping because I would smell a warm campfire with roasting marshmallows and melting chocolate. YUM!

"Sam!" I yelled yet again getting aggravated. I was determined to find one of them. I was a few miles deep into the forest, knowing exactly where I was going. I huffed and stopped on his trail.

"Dumbass werewolf." I muttered. I looked up at the treetops and realized something. I hadn't climbed a tree the whole time I was here. I reached up for the sturdy branch. Of course! My damn height would affect my tree climbing abilities.

With newly found strength of a werewolf, I jumped up. I grabbed the branch that was at least twelve feet of the ground. With a smirk plastered on my face, I easily made my way up the tree. I stopped about fifty yards up.

I swung my long legs so the dangled off the branch. I gripped it with my hands; not that I really needed to, my balance was something a gymnast couldn't even hope for.

"Sam!" I called to the passing black wolf a few minutes later. He froze in his tracks and looked around. Ha! That's funny.

"Up here." I said rolling my eyes. He looked up at me with shock written across his wolfy features. I jumped down grabbing onto a branch about ten feet of the ground to cushion the fall. I landed softly on the ground in front Sam who towered over me by at least two feet.

I strained my neck to look up at him.

"Hola." I said. He sat down and gave me his paw to 'shake.'

"So, I um, went back to Florida." I started, not really sure of how to say it. He stared at me intently. I stared back.

"OK! You win!" I yelled at him. He snickered a bit, not acting like the adult he was suppose to be.

"No, but really. I give." I told him. "I was getting tired of fighting it anyway." I said dismissing it with a wave of my hand. He turned and began to walk off. I followed not really sure of what he was doing. He turned sharply around seeing my confused expression. He nearly stepped on me to get me to walk back.

"Oh, I got it, stay." I said getting the concept. He nodded and jogged out of sight. He returned a few moments later on two legs that were dressed in sweatpants.

"So you do want to join the pack?" he asked skeptically. I sighed.

"I decided that you were nicer than Dakota." I sighed shaking my head at the thought.

"Who?" he asked.

"The douche bag alpha in Florida. He was so rude! he didn't even knock!" I yelled throwing my hands up in exaggeration.

"Manners? That's why you hate him?" He laughed. "I bet you would listen to him though, since he is your natural born alpha." He laughed pondering the situation. I grimaced at the thought of having someone in charge of me, but Sam was better that Dakota.

"Not only manners, but he decided to tell my little brother about me." Sam looked a little shocked.

"He tells the families?" he asked.

"Apparently!" I yelled pacing angrily. "I punched him in the face and broke his nose! Then I neutered his ass!" I yelled. Sam didn't look pleased with my decision of violence, but I could tell he was a bit proud that I would go so far to stick up for myself.

"I think I broke at least ten of his bones while I was there." I laughed remembering the oh so pleasant times. Sam was practically beaming at me, his little sister, before he caught himself and put a poker face on.

"You shouldn't settle for violence." He said scolding me.

"Does your family know?"

"Well, yeah. My mom was an imprint and my brother, well you already heard that part." I told him while he nodded.

"So, can I like, meet the pack on two legs?" I asked.

"You're in luck. There is a bonfire tonight. All the wolves and elders are getting together."

"I'll be there."

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