Chapter 6 Revelations

AN: Ok so I think this chapter is well deserved for all you readers out there so here it is!

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Grace POV

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

How could I think that after all this time that Paul would like me? Me, Grace, the girl who is six years younger than him? I knew after I kissed him that my life would be forever screwed, and yet I did it anyway.

So now here I am, sitting in my beloved Jeep that HE bought me. I pulled over once I could no longer see through my tears, sitting back and letting the sobs rip out of my chest. I knew he would find the perfect girl for him someday. I just never thought I'd actually be around when that happened. I always thought that Paul would one day just act like I never existed.

I look down at my hands which are clenched into fists, so tight, my knuckles look like they're about to break through. I unclench them then look up and towards the woods. What I see shocks me. There, just beyond the trees, but in clear view of my car, stood a wolf. The wolf looked straight back at me with an unwavering gaze. What I see almost astonished me. It looked, as if; the wolf had Paul's eyes. I suddenly felt the need to get out of my car and go see for myself. So I unlocked my door, my gaze never looking away from the gray wolf.

His ears perked up and his eyes changed to an emotion of, what I assumed was, pain. I heard the faint whimper escape its lips. I walked up to the silver beast and lifted my hand slowly to its muzzle. It stayed completely still watching my hand as it touched its nose. It was damp and squishy feeling.

I stood there cautiously watched the wolf's reaction. It closed its eyes and a deep rumble came through its chest. I leaned forward taking my time to make sure not to scare the wolf off, and set my forehead against its snout. I never wanted to let go. I looked around and saw little gold flecks floating around us making everything glow supernaturally.

The wolf nudged my cheek with its nose and I looked up. It was telling me with its eyes to stay, and I did. I watched as it walked off into the bushes.

I looked around seeing if it would come back when I heard the rustle off leaves coming from where the wolf had just left. I looked over and there he was. My Paul. He stood there awkwardly as if gauging my reaction. I could barely control my emotions as I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso. My body started shaking and strange gagging noises escaped my lips. I moved my head so it was buried in his chest.

Paul just stood there letting his arms hang by his sides. I looked up at his face, and gasped in shock. His skin was a pasty white, his cheeks looked sunken in, and his eyes, oh god his eyes, were lifeless depths of black.

I stepped back and looked anywhere but at him. I jumped as I felt his arms wrap around me and look up surprised. What shocks me even more was when his lips hit mine, with a fierce need. I simply didn't care I went along with his movements, moving my lips with his just as fierce. I heard a growl make its way out of his chest and I shivered. All of the sudden his lips and arms were gone.

My gaze was unfocused as I looked around to see where he had gone. I stopped when I saw him clutching his hair and mumbling to himself to low for me to hear. He looked up meeting my gaze and his face turned apologetic, "I-I'm sorry, Grace. I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong of me. I'm so sor-"

I cut him off wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his head back down to mine. Forcing his lips on mine. I felt the damp trails of tears falling down my cheeks. Paul hesitated at first but wrapped his arms around my middle lifting me up for better reach. He pulled away and looked at me, never loosening his grip. He lifted his hand up and brushed my cheek saying, "This should feel wrong. We shouldn't feel this way towards each other yet."

I looked at him with a confused face, "What do you mean we shouldn't feel this way yet?"

Paul removed his hands from my sides before grabbing my face in his hands and putting his forehead to mine. He was breathing hard and shaking slightly. "Grace, you saw that wolf right?" I nodded urging him to continue. "That was me. I'm a wolf. The legends of La Push are real."

I wasn't surprised by his words. I didn't doubt him one bit. I reached up and grabbed his face, and said, "I don't care what you are. I like you for you, Paul. Not for what you are."

"That's not all, Grace." I nodded once again urging him to go on. "There's this thing called imprinting. It's where you find the one you're meant to be with. You see them and instantly nothing holds you to this earth but them. You would do anything, be anything for that one person. It's a mind blowing experience that's for sure." He looked at me as if hoping that I would add it all up.

Let me tell you. I did add it all up. What I got was two words. Rachel Black. My eyes started to blur over as I looked back at him. I smiled slightly through the pain that was shooting through my heart. "I get it. You belong to someone else."

He looked at me perplexed. "I don't belong to someone else, Grace."

I frowned, "Isn't Rachel your imprint. That's why you're telling me this, right? You're trying to let me off easy."

His eyebrows knit together and then his eyes lit up with amusement, "Grace, Rachel is not my imprint. You're not even close."

I looked at him confused. "Then who is?"

Paul smiled sweetly, "I'll give you one hint." He brought his hand up to my face and poked my nose slightly.

I was shocked to say the least. I felt my breathing become labored as I stood there thinking. One thought kept turning up, and that was. Paul imprinted on me. ME, the girl who was a baby compared to this man. I came back from my thoughts focusing on Paul. His expression was anxious, waiting for my reaction. "Me?"

Paul laughed lightly, "Yes, you. Why else would I keep you around?" He brushed a piece of hair out of my face.

I couldn't think of anything to say. But apparently that was enough for him. He pulled my face closer and kissed me lightly. He looked me in the eyes as he said the words, "Que Quowle."

I looked up at him, "What does that mean?"

He smiled slightly and kept his eyes locked on mine, "It means, stay with me, forever." He looked at me waiting for my reaction.

I smiled and kissed him gently, "Happily." I wrapped my arms around him and he didn't hesitate with the kiss. He let down his wall, overflowing me with all his emotions. I hung on for dear life as I deepened the kiss.

It was perfect. HE was perfect. And he was all mine.

Now just to meet his friends, who were yet still a mystery to me.

I succumbed to the kiss letting my thoughts be wiped away.

And I knew this right then and there.

I love him.

AN: I know I know totally cheesy right? But you have to love me for it! REVIEW!