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AN: Sorry, it took me so long. It was just one issue after the other. First I couldn't start the chapter, and then I did but this time it was Paul whispering in my ear, and then my laptop died and I lost all of his words and my mind couldn't get them back.

It's pretty sad that it actually took me having to drink some Jager Bombs and Beer with my dad for me to finally have an inspiration. It was like a fucking epiphany. Grandma Teresa came to me in my slight buzz and wanted to have some words. So I did. I wrote that shit. And I was back in the game. Oh, man, I even had a little happy dance, where my dad and dogs stared at me like I lost my fucking mind. I felt like I did too...

ANYWAY! YAY, for chapter updates!

BTW... No Beta, Just Me.

Grandma Teresa

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"Oh, this is a good one." I smiled as Bella blushed.

After I requested it yesterday morning, when Bella picked up the boys for school, she had brought over pictures of the boys and their friends from the past two years this morning. I had been so distraught over, what I took to calling, their 'rebellious stage' and not having them around as much that I felt like I had missed out on the past two years.

I should've noticed what was happening earlier.

There had been a pattern, after Sam Uley disappeared, though he disappeared for a whole month without so much as an explanation upon his return. Certain boys started disappearing as well, albeit not as long as Sam had, instead only two full weeks.

It started with Paul Meraz, and two months later, Jared Bronson. It was almost a full year when Embry Call disappeared and reappeared with Sam Uley's group of overgrown boys. It seemed like everyone just fell in line after that. First with Jacob Black, then Leah and Seth Clearwater, and lastly Quil Ateara Jr. Four months after Quil, it was my boys' turn.

I should've noticed…

After the boys return from their two week long 'vacation', they were treated differently from the other teenage boys running around the reserve. They were treated with respect and people actually started to fear them. The Elders paid special attention to those boys, as if they were of the upmost importance.

And I should've noticed that they were a long time ago.

I should've notice a lot things, really.

I should've noticed the headaches, the chest pains, the labored breathing. I should've noticed it way before a doctor had to basically spell it out for me.

But I did notice something.

I noticed the way my boys lit up when Bella walked into a room. I noticed how she took care of them. Seeing them together; seeing Bella listen to the boys rant and rave about the new high score they got on their game with a mothers patient ear; and seeing the boys so attentive to her. Now that was something I was glad to have noticed. It warmed my heart and calmed my worried mind.

When I'm gone, they'll be taken care of.

It was written all over the picture I was holding. It was in the way Collin smiled brightly up at Bella. It was in the Brady's smile looked like he was laughing through it as he looked between Bella and his brother. It was in the way Bella had her head thrown back as she laughed with a light blush on her cheeks.

But it was definitely written in the way they held hands.

Bella had her hand resting her lap; palm up. Collin's hand on top of Bella's hand; covering her palm with his much larger hand, as Brady's hand was under Bella's; covering the back of her hand.

I've seen them do it plenty of times. It was like they were reassuring themselves over the bond they shared with a handshake.

Though they didn't need to.

Their love for each other was everlasting. It'll never end.

"Now, this is a good one."

Bella's chuckle brought me out of my thoughts and I reached for the picture she passed me from her seat next to me, at the breakfast bar. I smiled, seeing my boys making funny poses as they tried to show off their muscles to the camera.

As I handed back the picture, I realized it seemed too thick. I brought it back under my reading glasses and noticed that a picture was stuck to the back of it. I used my fingernails to slip in between the pictures to carefully pry them apart. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, upon seeing the bottom picture in perfect shape.

But I couldn't help but chuckle at the picture itself. It was of four people; they were all sitting on what looked like to be a couch, and were huddled up close.

In the middle of the couch was Paul Meraz, to his left was Leah Clearwater and to his right was his mother, Amy. On his lap, sitting on his right leg, while her body was facing Amy but her face was facing Paul, was Bella. Leah was sitting close to Bella, as she rested her chin on Bella's shoulder. Amy's head was angled a little as she rested her head up against Paul's shoulder. Paul had his right arm over his mother's shoulders, while his other one went around Bella's waist, as Leah resisted a hand on his forearm. Paul and Bella's face were facing each other, inches apart; both their jaws were a little slacked showing they were laughing through their smiles.

It was… beautiful.

Their smiles were wide, their eyes were twinkling, they were all happy.

And the gleam in Paul's eyes as he looked up at Bella…. Now, that was beautiful.

"Oh! I didn't… didn't know that, that was attached to that." Bella stuttered and shifted uncomfortably.

"It's okay," I chuckled, "When was this?"

"It was taken in November; it was Paul's 18th Birthday." Bella answered and looked away.

I followed her line of sight, seeing that she was looking out the kitchen window that showcased our backyard. I watched as the twins ran across the yard kicking their old soccer ball to each other, as Paul and Seth tried to steal the ball back from them.

As if he felt her stare, Paul stopped and looked up towards the window, and locked as with Bella. His brows furrowed for a second before he sent her a bright smile and a wink before chasing after Brady. Turning to look at Bella, I witnessed her blush and a goofy grin spread across her face.

"That boy loves you." I sang in a whisper.

But I knew she heard.

"Ex-excuse me?" She stuttered, looking at me like a deer caught in headlights.

I chuckled, but that quickly turned into a cough. I lifted my handkerchief to my lips, as I coughed, long and hard. In my peripheral, Bella closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she was calming herself. And outside the boys stopped and were looking at the house, as if they could hear me but shouldn't be able to.

But like I said, I noticed things.

I noticed how the boys flinched when I coughed. I noticed, when they think I'm not paying attention, how they talk to each other quietly while one is in one room and the other is across the house.

They shouldn't be able to do that, but they do.

I've noticed.

"How long have they known?" I asked, after I drank a sip of water.

"Known what?" Bella finally opened her eyes, and looked at me nervously.

"Don't play games with me, Child. I may be old but I'm not senile." I paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself like the doctors ordered, "They know, don't they? You know, right? You all know about my…"

Bella cut me off, "Yes."

"How long have they…"

Bella shrugged, "A while."

"How?" I asked simply.

And she clamped up.

Her brows furrowed and her lips tightened.

Ah, there it was.

She was forbidden to say. Her eyes showed the war going on inside her; one side wanting to tell me what I feared I already knew, while the other side was completely loyal to the person she was keeping a secret for.

Sam Uley. The boys and Leah. The Elders. My boys.

I knew. I had always been a believer.

I remembered a time where the twins made fun of my 'superstitions'.

They didn't anymore. They stopped two years ago.

And with one word whispered out of my lips, my fears were confirmed.

"Shape-shifters."

Bella closed her eyes, as a lone tear fell down her cheek, and she nodded, slowly. I sat there staring at the poor girl who, no doubt, believed that she just betrayed her family. But I couldn't help the swell of pride knowing that my grandsons were protectors.

A loud pop rang out from outside, causing both, Bella and myself, to jump. As we looked towards the kitchen window, I was shocked to see Paul clutching a deflated soccer ball in his hands as his entire being seemed to vibrate. His eyes were clenched closed and he seemed to be breathing heavily.

Finally, he opened his eyes and locked them with Bella. It seemed to calm him down much faster than the breathing exercise he tried. Once his vibrations were under control, he dropped the now ruined soccer ball and stomped to the sliding door.

You could almost hear Bella gulp, as we watched him walked into the kitchen, his eyes trained on Bella.

"We need to speak to Sam, Bella. Now."

Bella's lip quivered, as she nodded and stood up, and headed for the front door with her head down. I felt myself getting onto my feet as well.

"Is she… Is she going to get in trouble?" I asked, shakily.

Paul's dark brown eyes narrowed towards me, as he glared at me. I flinched against his heated glance, you could almost see his wolf trying to break out and I was briefly afraid of leaving Bella alone with him. I said, 'briefly', because the words out of his mouth were laced with determination and protectiveness.

"Not if I can help it." He growled.

And then he was gone.

The only sounds letting me know him and Bella left, were the sounds of squealing tires of his muscle car drifting down the road.

"Don't worry about Paul. He doesn't hate you."

The voice belonging to Collin came from behind me, and I jumped and turned around to see the twins looking down at the picture of them, with no Seth Clearwater in sight.

"He's just mad that Bella might get into trouble. He's protective of her." Brady said, still not glancing up.

"He loves her." I reaffirmed, believing it more now than ever.

Finally the boys looked up and spoke in unison, "We know."

"What's the worst that will happen to her?" I asked, worried for my new daughter figure.

The boys glanced at each other worriedly before looking back to me and answering.

Paul Meraz

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"Banishment." I growled, staring out my windshield, "That's the punishment, Bella. You'll get banished from Quileute land."

"I know." She whispered.

"Are you fucking crazy, Isabella? You're the one that agreed to not to tell her. And now you're the one to tell her? What the fuck?" I punched the steering wheel.

A sob erupted from Bella's throat and I instantly felt bad. I wanted to comfort her and tell her it was okay.

But I couldn't. Because it wasn't okay.

She needed to know what she did was wrong. She broke tribal law, the biggest fucking one we ever had. She knew this, yet she still did it, even after agreeing wholeheartedly that Teresa Yuri was not to know of our world.

I was fucking pissed. At Grandma Teresa. And at her.

Couldn't that old lady keep her trap shut? Couldn't Bella just fucking tell a believable lie for once in her life?

Honestly, though, I couldn't blame either of them.

I knew from the get go that once Bella formed a relationship with the woman, she'd feel bad about lying to her. It happens every time she talked to Angela Weber on the phone or through email. It'd be right at the tip of her tongue, but her loyalty to us always kept it quiet.

We should've known the old lady would figure it out herself. The older generation of Quileute's put much more stock into our legends than we did, pre-phase.

With that thought, I knew I'd use that to plead Bella's case. I wasn't going to let her get kicked off the rez.

Fuck that.

She'd have no body if they did. We're all she had left.

I was not abandoning her.

I knew Sam would be pissed. Beyond pissed. But his love for Bella would keep him from going to extremes. Once he was done being pissed off at her, he'll be right there alongside me trying to find a way to keep her on the rez.

I felt myself calm, knowing that most, if not all, of the pack would side with me on keeping Bella here. I was still nervous about telling Sam though, and I knew Bella was too. I reached over and laid my hand on her thigh, trying to show her a little comfort. She sniffed and dropped her hand on top of my hand and gave it a squeeze.

The rest of the ride to Sam's house was a quiet one.

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"Hey..." Sam's greeting fell short, as he stood on his porch, his eyes flickering to my nervous eyes and Bella's bloodshot eyes, "What's going on?"

I gave Bella's hand a squeeze before letting go, and stepping to Sam's left side. Since this was basically a pack meeting, without the pack, this was where I stood to show my Gamma position –something that Bella had taken to calling my third in command position in the pack. If Jacob had been here, he would be standing to Sam's right, showing his Beta position.

Sam stiffened, automatically knowing something happened.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I, um.." Bella swallowed, her eyes started watering.

"Sam, I can just phase and show you." I prompted.

"No, no. I want to be the one to tell him."

Bella took a breath, and squared her shoulders, before looking up at Sam. Her determination and fierceness always made me a little winded; it was something amazing to watch. To watch her go from scared and innocent to brave and strong within a few seconds, was just… amazing.

"I told Teresa Yuri about the wolves."

Sam blinked. And stared. At Bella.

For a long time.

"You did what?!" He growled, after a few minutes.

"I, uh, um," Bella stuttered.

"Just…" Sam raised his hand for her to pause, "Shut up for a second."

And then he stormed off.

I was torn in going to comfort Bella and confronting my Alpha. In the end the decision was made for me as Emily came out and grabbed Bella in a fierce hug, obviously hearing what happened from her eavesdropping behind the door, and when Sam came out of the forest in his wolf form. He growled to get my attention and nodded his head for me to following him.

I jogged past the girls, and into the forest, where I shed my shirt and sandals at the tree line, before jogging further away from the girl's eyes, and stopping to take off my shorts and tying them to my ankle.

Thoughts of Bella being kicked off the rez made it easy for me to phase. As I entered Sam's mind, his thoughts were jumbled. But I could feel his emotions, he was pissed and he felt betrayed.

'Show me.'

My mind quickly obeyed the command and ran through the events that happened today. Sam watched as I picked Bella up and took her to the Yuri house. He watched me and the boys playing soccer, as we kept an ear on the women inside. And he definitely heard Teresa call us out.

Bella didn't really tell Teresa what we were. Teresa had guessed it all on her own. Just like Jacob had done with her.

'Jacob, that's it.' – Sam thought urgently.

'Um, what?' – Me

'Jacob didn't get in trouble for telling Bella about because…'

'He never did. Like Bella didn't actually tell Teresa. So what are you saying, Sam?' – I cut him off.

'I see your thoughts, Paul. I agree about not banishing her.' –Sam

I was a little shocked. I didn't think he'd get over it so fast.

'Oh, I'm not over it. I'm pissed off and a little hurt. But I don't want to see her gone.' – Sam

'Oh.' –Me

'Yeah, c'mon. I have some yelling and lecturing to do.' – Sam started trotting back towards his cottage.

'Hey Sam, can you just… take it easy on her?' – Me

Sam growled at me, and I quickly shut up, knowing that he needed to do this because Bella had done wrong.

And yell, Sam did.

For almost a half hour, while the other hour and a half was pure lecture. This time the entire pack had to show up for it.

Even Jacob.

He jaw was clenched, along with his fists, as he stood behind Sam's right, while I stood on Sam's left, with Bella sitting in front of Sam in the most submissive posture I had ever seen on her. Her eyes were casted down, her shoulders were slumped; it like she could almost feel the Alpha standing in front of her and was trying not to show any contest to him.

Which was a good thing, I guess hanging out with wolves taught her not to contest the Alpha when he's in full Alpha mode. This was exactly what was happening with Sam right now.

Because normal Sam would never yell at a woman, or make her sit there quietly as he did so in front of her family. No, Alpha Sam would because he was showing the pack who was boss.

Whenever the lecture ended, Sam stormed off again. And I knew he was going to take a run so he could shake off his anger. I sighed, relaxing my posture, and going over to Bella was an outstretched hand.

She took it. And I drove her home.

Bella Swan

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Embarrassed.

That's what I felt the entire week around the pack. I was embarrassed about the way Sam yelled at me. And I was embarrassed that I spilled the beans so easily.

And here, I thought I had grown a backbone.

I don't regret it though. Because the next day, the twins told me about the talk they had with their grandmother. They had a nice long talk and pretty much aired out all their dirty laundry. There wasn't a thing they talked about. They talked about pack life, and how freeing it feels to phase and run through the woods. And they talked about her heart.

She didn't have long.

It's been two weeks since I got yelled at by Sam. And it seemed the Teresa was just getting weaker and weaker. And she seemed the weakest this morning.

It was raining heavily when I pulled into the Yuri driveway, so I was torn about going to the door or staying in the car. But seeing Grandma Teresa come out with two coffee containers, I knew I had to go since Leah was adamant about not getting wet.

And she's the one that could live out in the wilderness and be on top of the food chain.

I made sure she saw my eye roll.

So I grabbed the umbrella and jogged up the porch, where I was greeted with a hug from Teresa. I shivered when I came in contact with her skin. She was freezing.

"These are for you and Leah."

She handed me one container, and on the second one I was juggling the umbrella and the containers until the boys showed up with their rain coat hoods already pulled up over their heads. They took them, and jogged to my SUV where, Seth and Leah were patiently waiting.

"The ancestors seem angry today." I said, smiling over at her.

"You make a good Quileute, Isabella." She patted my cheek as I blushed, "You should go on. Wouldn't want you lot to get late for school. Take care of my boys."

I glanced over her with a slight smile on my face, before giving her a kiss on the cheek and running to the SUV. As I pulled out of the driveway, Leah got a call from Jared saying that his car was stuck in the mud and that he didn't have enough time to lift it out by himself without getting dirty, and was wondering if we would give him and Kim a lift to school. My answer was an automatic yes, as long as I dropped off the boys first, and Jared agreed.

I stopped in the middle of the street in between the middle school and high school, like I always do and watched the boys run towards their schools. Once Collin and Brady reached the middle school parking lot, they spotted Amy having trouble getting her stuff out of her car and juggling her umbrella. Brady took the umbrella for her and Collin grabbed half of her stuff and with Amy in between them, they sped walked to the school building. Whereas Seth caught up with Paul at his car and they ran towards the school, shooting us a wave before disappearing.

After that I picked up Kim and Jared, and we headed off towards Forks.

"God Damn, the ancestors are pissed today." Jared exclaimed from his seat in the back as he stared at the sky, as loud thunder rolled over us.

"Right?" Leah said squinting at the sky.

"Are you guys sure classes weren't cancelled today? Hell, I'm surprised Forks and La Push is having school in this weather. This is ridiculous." Kim bit her thumb nail, showing her nervousness.

"Nope. We have classes. I checked this morning. It's only raining in Port Angeles; they're not experiencing a tsunami, like Forks and La Push are." I smirked at her through the rearview mirror.

Our chuckles were cut off by all four of our cell phones shrilling loudly at the same time. I glanced down, seeing Paul's name written across the screen. Briefly wondering if I should answer the phone in this kind of weather, before answering anyways.

If he's calling, knowing that I was driving in this storm, then it must be important.

"Paul?"

I vaguely heard everyone picking up their own phones, only noticing that Leah was speaking to Sam, Jared to Embry, and Kim to Emily, before Paul's voice had me pulling off on the side of the road.

"Bella… You need to get to the hospital." I could hear that he was in his car, the familiar purring giving him away.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's… Bella, its Teresa."

With that, I slammed on the gas pedal, made an illegal u-turn, and rushed toward Forks Hospital.

AN: AND GRANDMA TERESA HAS SPOKEN PEOPLE! tell me what you think....

Three points of view in one chapter.... I shiver in delight.

Anyway, I'm not gonna sit here and tell you when I'll have the next chapter ready, because I dont know.

I do wanna say thank you for waiting, it really does mean a hell of a lot to me.

Especially, you people that hound my ass about updating.

I love it, it makes me work hard to try and get this shit out to you guys.

And trust me, dont... not... hound me about updating. Sometimes, I need that verbal bitch slap to get my ass in gear.

And plus, you guys would never be as bad as my mom at bitching about updating a chapter. She seriously yells at me every other day about not having a chapter ready.... impatient.

Prime example... She was at a friends house two nights ago, the same night as me and my dad's little-party-on-the-cheetah-print-couch. She calls me and the first words out of her mouth is: "Have you updated?". And I say: "Huh?". She replys: "I'm looking through my phone, my email, I dont see anything." and once again Im like: "Huh?" She gets bitchy now: "I'm talking about your fucking story girl, have you updated? Shit." To which I laugh and say "No." And she ends the call with: "Fine, fuck you. bye." God we're so loving.

It's pretty sad that both mother and daughter are everything twilight addicted, isnt it? We bond. ;)

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