So I'm really trying to update a lot because next week I won't have much time. I'm getting my wisdom teeth taken out and I know I'll be out of it for a while. Man, I'm scared. So to make up for not updating then, I'm just going to post as much as I can now.

Oh, and it's back to Maggie's point of view.

I was devastated. How could he just leave? I know, Me. It was all my fault. Why the hell couldn't I just leave it alone. Nope, I had to stick my nose into his business and now he hated me. Having Scotty came and bringing me back to Mass didn't seem so bad right about now. I couldn't be in the house. I felt so bad about what I just did. I couldn't call Laura, she would fuss about the whole thing. I didn't want to bother mom and grandma. So that left one person. Uncle Greg. If I called him to pick me up though, he would just come over. Being in this house was the last thing I wanted. I could smell him in here. Is that weird? Nope, don't answer. So, me being the smart person that I am, decided to walk there. I checked on Brodie and then left. I locked the door and headed down the road. It really wasn't that far. It only took me like twenty minutes and that was because I was walking slow.

When I got to the house and knocked it took a couple seconds for him to open the door. I hope I wasn't bothering him.

"Maggie? It wasn't the wolves again was it?" he asked when he saw my tears. I didn't even know I was still crying. It wasn't all the wolves again, just one.

"No. I think I just broke up with my boyfriend." I didn't know what else to tell him and it wasn't really a lie. He gave me one of those looks that guys give girls when they don't know what to do. The look they give girls when the girl is crying. I hate that look.

"I'm sorry," he said slowly. He pulled me into a hug. As I cried into his shoulder I heard him sigh and say something about not knowing how to deal with teenage girls. I would have laughed if I wasn't so miserable.

"Can I stay here for the night?" I asked.

"I don't know, you have school in the morning."

"Please." It came out as a whisper, but it did the job. He finally agreed after I called my mom's cell phone to tell her where I was. He set up the guest room and then left me alone for the rest of the night. I think he was afraid to say something stupid and upset me more. The last thing I needed to hear was my uncle telling me my boyfriend was a fool for leaving me, or that I was too good for him. Both weren't true at all. The only thing I wanted to do right now was sleep. I hoped my dreams would take me away from my reality. It wasn't even my normal bed time and I had the lights off. I was under the covers ready to just sleep. I was emotionally exhausted. I didn't want to think about what had just happened and I had forgotten my ipod, so getting to sleep was pretty hard. I did manage it, although I didn't stay sleeping very long.

Around midnight, I heard a knocking at the window. It woke me up and at first I thought I was just dreaming. As the knocking continued, I kind of got scared. I went to the window and pulled the shade up. Yes, stupid, I know. It had horror movie written all over it. I almost screamed when I saw a face staring back at me. I calmed a little when I saw it was Paul. I opened the window and he climbed in. Thank God it was a first floor window. Not that it really mattered. I'm pretty sure he could have gotten in a third floor window if he tired.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, once he was in the room.

"I could ask you the same thing," he shot back. Damn. He was still angry.

"This is my uncle's house. I have every right to be here."

"You shouldn't have walked here though!" His voice was now a little louder than I would have liked and I was surprised that he knew that I walked.

"Sshh, keep it down. You're going to wake my uncle. Besides, I can walk where ever I want to walk."

"Do you know how stupid that was?"

"Oh, like you care." I was raising my voice a little now.

"I do care! More than you can even understand!" He said, taking a step toward me.

"You left me!" I took a step back.

"You found out my secret!"

"What?" I didn't know what else to say. Was I really right? Was he really a werewolf? He was now standing in front of me, holding my shoulders, even shaking me a bit.

"Don't you understand? I'm your protector, but I can't protect you if you do stupid shit like walk around at night alone. God, you don't understand how much I love you. How much you mean to me!" I broke away from him, feeling like I'd been slapped in the face.

"Um..what?" I still didn't know what else to say.

"You guessed right," he said, with a laugh. This had to be a joke. He was joking with me. There was no way he was a fictional animal.

"You're a werewolf?" I asked, in disbelieve. He just smiled at me. "I can't believe this. Was that you that day? Were you the gray wolf that protected me from those other wolves?"

"Yes. You don't have to fear them, though. They were just joking around." This came out with some anger. I must have been right. They must not have been from the same pack. I knew I should have been afraid of him, oh and I kind of was, but I walked right up to him. Then I placed my arms around his waist and hugged him.

"Thank you. I was so scared that day." He sighed and hugged me back.

"I know you were. I felt horrible for what they did to you. Really though, I don't want you to fear us. We would never hurt you. I would never hurt you." I slowly let him go and sat back down on the bed. I patted next to me and he sat down.

"Why didn't you tell me? I did see you and it was clear that I knew something was going on."

"I couldn't tell you."

"Why?"

"The alpha of my pack told me not to tell you right away. You see, when the alpha gives us an order, we have to follow it. I had no choice."

"So you're going to get into trouble because I know?" I lowered my head, a frown coming to my face. He reached out and took a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger.

"Well, I didn't actually tell you, you guessed," he said with a laugh.

"Why didn't he want you to tell me?"

"We didn't want to scare you. You figured out how we hate vampires, well, there is one around here that is a killer." Huh, I thought all vampires were killers. If he didn't want to scare me, it was a little late for that.

"And you don't think I'm scared now?"

"You shouldn't be."

"Why is that?"

"I already told you, I'm your protector."

"Why are you my protector, though? Not that I'm complaining, I just don't understand."

"I've imprinted on you."

"What does that mean. I'm sorry, I'm asking so many questions."

"No, it's fine. You have a right to ask. Imprinting is when a werewolf finds their other half."

"Like their soul mate?"

"Kind of, only it's stronger. When a werewolf finds their imprint, they would do anything for them. They would be anything for them. A protector, a friend, a lover, anything that they want. Whatever they need. That person becomes our life." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was still trying to get over the fact that he had said he loved me and now I had to take all this in. I cared about the guy but this..was..wow. I didn't even know how to describe it.

"You don't get to pick who you imprint on though?" I asked.

"No, it just happens. It happens the first time we see the person."

"That explains the way you were looking at me that night at the beach."

"I couldn't help it. The most beautiful girl in the world had just ran into me and what did I do? I yelled at her." I couldn't say anything to that. I just blushed.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted tonight. I just knew you were hiding something," I finally said.

"It's alright, but Maggie, you can't tell anyone."

"I don't think anyone would believe me."

"Your uncle might." This made me frown. I couldn't tell Uncle Greg. He deserved to know but it wasn't my secret to tell.

"He saw you guys once before."

"I know. It was me he saw. I remember him. I'm not very good at hiding from people. I tend to let my anger get in the way. When we get angry, it's kind of hard to control the animal and it's no secret that I get angry a lot."

"Is that why you left?"

"I was afraid I would hurt you. It's happen before, you know. My alpha, Sam, he hurt his imprint. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time and got caught by his anger."

"What happened to her?"

"She has some pretty nasty scars on her face." I must have looked shocked or scared because he grabbed my hands and held them to his chest. "I would never do that to you."

"I trust you."

"You shouldn't though. I'm a monster." I pulled one of my hands out of his and placed it against his face. He leaned into my touch.

"You aren't a monster."

"Yes I am. You've seen me. I turn into a wolf, how is that not a monster."

"You aren't because you protected me. You took care of me when I was sick. You always try to make me happy. Would a monster do all of that? I'm not going to lie to you, I'm scared. I never knew any of this is was real. I never believed any of this was real. I should be running away from you right now but I won't, I can't. You are, without a doubt, the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Then, before I even knew what was happening, I found myself beneath him, on top of the bed. Our lips moving together, our hands touching. We were lost in each other. We just kept kissing, and kissing, and kissing. Our shirts were the first to go. His hands and lips were taking complete possession of my body. Each touch was like fire on my skin and that was not just because of his high temperature. He moved his lips to my neck and he kept whispering my name between kisses. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. It was like he was reciting a prayer, but this was not something that would be done in a church. I looked into his eyes and they were burning with passion. A passion that told me he wanted to do a lot more than we were doing right now. I knew we couldn't. My uncle was in the room right next to ours. He went back to kissing my neck. I felt a thrill when his teeth grazed my skin, but I knew I had to stop him.

"Paul." I sounded so out of breath, it wasn't even funny. "We have to stop. My Uncle." he kissed me lightly on the lips one more time and then sat up.

"I'll stop, but I'm not happy about it," he said, in this beautiful, husky voice. I sat up too. I grabbed the tank top that I had been wearing, and slipped it back over my head. He left his shirt off. Really Paul, that isn't helping me stop at all.

"At least you kissed me. I thought I wasn't going to get a kiss today, and it's my birthday," I said, with a sly smile. "Well, now its not because it's past midnight, but still, you know what I mean."

"Oh, that reminds me, I never got to give you your gift." He took a small box out of his pocket. "Sorry I didn't wrap it, I'm not very good at that." He handed it to me. When I opened it I gasped. It was a simple necklace. Simple, yet perfect. A silver chain with a heart pendant. I took it out of the box and handed it to him. I then turned around and pulled my hair to the side.

"Put it on for me?" I asked. He fastened it on my neck and then turned me around. The heart rested right above where my cleavage started. He bent his head down and kissed that spot, letting his lips linger longer than they needed to. "Paul," I breathed out. He really shouldn't do that right now. I was about ready to pounce on him. I wanted him so bad and he was not making things easy on me.

"I know, I know. We'll wait. Don't worry," he said with a smile. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. I wanted to get you something better but…" I didn't even let him finish that.

"No, it's perfect. It's my favorite gift I got today. Even better than my cat or the car."

"Yeah, I'm still angry about the cat, wait, what? You got a car?"

"Oops. I guess I forgot to tell you. My dad bought me a car. Oh, and I was going to ask for a dog, but I figured, now that I have you, why would I need a dog? I might as well ask for a different pet. I don't need two of the same animal," I teased. He glared at me but I cold tell from the smirk that he wasn't mad.

"I'm a pet now am I?" I just shrugged my shoulders.

"You're really cute as a wolf."

"Well, thank you very much."

"You're welcome very much." Then, before I could stop it, a yawn escaped my lips. I looked at the clock and saw that it was way past one in the morning. It was just hitting me now, how tired I was.

"You're tired. I'm going to go," he whispered. He stood from the bed but I pulled on his arm.

"No, don't leave me." He then bent down so we were eye level and took my face in his hands.

"Believe me when I say that I never want to leave you, but I'm pretty sure your uncle will not be happy if he finds me in here."

"You're right, he wouldn't be."

"I'll be outside, keeping watch over you from out there." He then softly brushed my lips with his own. He pulled back before I could deepen the kiss.

"Will you tell me more about werewolves tomorrow?"

"Of course. Now get some sleep." I lied down and he pulled the blankets over me. He turned to the window to climb out.

"Paul?" he turned back to me.

"Yes, Mags?"

"I don't use the word "love" lightly. In fact, I've only ever said it to my family. I'm not one of those crazy teenage girls that just says it to any random guy. And, I can't say it just yet, but I'm falling for you, and I'm falling fast." He just smiled at me and stared for a couple seconds. I could see his love for me in his eyes.

"I've already fallen, and when you're ready to fall, I'll be there to catch you." I could feel tears stinging my eyes. Happy tears this time, but I didn't let them out. I wouldn't cry again tonight. "Go to sleep Maggie. I'll see you tomorrow." I closed my eyes and found it much easier to fall asleep this time. This time I didn't cry myself to sleep, but I had a smile on instead.

I really like this chapter. I think it's one of my favorites so far. I enjoy making Paul very sweet.

Thank you everyone for reading and for your wonderful reviews!