Chapter 11

That wasn't exactly the most comfortable night of my life - although it certainly was filled with the most love.

I was just thankful that Dad had had to spend the night at work – apparently there had been a house fire. If he had come home last night, I would probably be locked in my room for the rest of my life. Not to mention that Paul would probably be put in a prison cell. After all, our activities didn't really count as resting.

I lay in bed next to a snoring Paul – he was dead to the world.

I watched him, as his chest rose and fell. His hair was sticking out everywhere, fashioning the most adorable hair styles.

I crept out of bed, instantly missing the warmth of Paul. I shivered, before putting my clothes together and going for a shower. I had to move very gingerly, my legs ached from last night's activities.

After a quick shower to get rid of any stickiness, I quietly descended down stairs fully dressed. Half an hour later a stack of twelve pancakes where keeping warm. Two pancakes for me, ten for the wolf that was fast asleep upstairs.

With breakfast ready, I returned upstairs- in the hopes of waking sleeping beauty or should I say beast.

"Paul, wake up," no reply.

I shook him a bit, yet again no movement.

The sound of the front door opening put me into an instant panic. It must be Dad coming back from work.

I shook Paul some more to no avail. I couldn't yell unless I wanted draw Dad's attention, which would lead to disastrous consequences.

I wacked him on the head with a paperback book gently – I wanted to wake him up, not give him a concussion. This was no good, being gentle wasn't getting anywhere.

Next I got out the hardback book and put behind it as much force as I could, coming down on Pauls' head with a loud thud.

A loud, "ouf" filled the air as Paul sat up looking startled. He looked around the room, trying to decipher where the danger was.

"Bella are you alright?" drifted up the stairs.

"Yes, just tripped over getting changed that's all," I yelled back, trying to avoid anyone coming upstairs.

Paul looked almost scared when he realised that someone was downstairs. It was an emotion I'd never seen my fearless wolf hold. It was comically that my Dad could scare the big bad wolf. I couldn't stop the giggle that came out.

Paul's attention was turned to me – still holding the hardback book in my hand.

"You could have given me brain damage you know. It's not a nice way to be woken up by the love of my life," He sulked.

"How do I know that you haven't got brain damage?" I teased. "It's not my fault you wouldn't wake up."

"You shouldn't disturb ones sleep. Who's downstairs?"

"Not sure, it's probably Dad."

I left Paul to get changed, telling him not to have a shower until he got home.

Down stairs I was surprised not to find dad. Instead I could see a black wheel chair, with my Uncle Billy sitting in. He seemed in a world of his own, as he stared out the window.

I cleared my throat to get his attention. "How long have you been here?"

"Five minutes or so. I wanted to talk to your Dad, but I take it he's at work." I nodded. "Considering I just saw Paul walk away from your window into the forest, I take it he spent the night here."

I nodded again. "I didn't want to be alone – Dad had to spend the night at work, haven't seen him yet."

"I'll believe you," sarcasm thick in his voice. "I believe that Paul told you about the whole wolf thing, but there was something I wanted to add to the whole imprint thing. When a wolfs' imprint dyes, so does the wolf – sometimes straight away, other times they simply go insane without their imprint."

"Imprint? What's that?"

"Uh, he didn't tell you that?" Billy said shiftily – concerned that he had told me before anyone else.

"I'm sure you'll get told in due time, maybe it slipped Paul's mind?" It came out as more of a question than a statement.

"Why can't you just tell me?" I grilled.

"Not my place to. Anyway we had a Tribal Elders Meeting last night and we came up with an interesting theory that could help you."

"Such as? There's not much that can help now – as much as I wish there was." There was no point in being oblivious to what was likely to occur.

"The pack where going to have a bonfire on Friday. You should come – you need to hear the legends again, it will help you understand everything better."

"I'll be there. What time?"

"Be there by seven, although the legends won't get told until eight. If you want you can get in touch with Emily and see if she want's any help cooking."

One of the great things about my uncle was that he was so laid back; he gave you the choice – instead of telling you what to do.

As we kept talking I went into the kitchen and got the pancakes out of the oven – where they were keeping warm.

"I thought there would be a hungry wolf here, so I made plenty. Help yourself, there is no way I'm going to be able to eat all these."

As a matter of fact I only ate two, while Billy ate one more than me. Leaving a whole load of food, that I put in the fridge.

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