Hey guys! Well, here's chapter 10! I can't believe I've already posted so much! This is the chapter you've been waiting for, Natasha's POV on the whole situation! It's a lot longer than the last one too haha. It's filled with some pretty good stuff so I hope you enjoy it! However, before it starts, let's do review responses!!!:

Charice- Thanks, I'm glad you think it's interesting. And yeah, it was a total filler but I felt we needed to see how Paul was taking it instead of just continuing with Natasha.

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NATASHA:

Five days. It had been five days since my night with Paul was ruined by him announcing his shape shifting status and transforming right in front of me. Five days since I had run out of his house and took off in my car.

Since then I had received 30 missed calls, 15 voicemails, and 23 texts. That didn't include all the times the house phone rang before going to voicemail, meaning the rest of my family knew to ignore Paul like I was.

I didn't even really know why I was ignoring him. It was just a lot to take in. My whole life I had been brought up to understand there was a difference between real life and make believe. It was okay to have an imagination, as long as you understood it was different than reality. What Paul had told me, what he had revealed, was completely blurring the lines.

When I had run into the house that day, I had headed straight to my room. It wasn't long after that my mom was knocking on the door, asking me what had happened. After a failed attempt to stop crying, I had let my mom in and broke into a second round of sobs. Instead of asking me anything, she had taken me into her arms and held me tight. When my crying had subsided I had assured her nothing bad had happened. Paul and I had just gotten into a small argument and it had really hurt me. I had to make sure she understood that Paul hadn't done anything out of line when I slept over because otherwise my father would be over there with a shotgun.

The next day I had called in sick from skating. I needed a day to myself to take everything in. I lay in bed all day, ignoring my phone and just relaxing in my pajamas. Paul's boxers and t-shirt were folded neatly under my bed. I knew I'd be returning them someday so I had to keep them somewhere I would remember. I knew this would blow over soon. I just had to make my mind comprehend that I was dating a werewolf and I would be fine. Ha.

While I was home for the day, Dad's hockey team decided to show up again. Scott, Ralph, Tony, Mike, Steve, Jordan, and Alan all walked through the door, talking animatedly about practice. As soon as they saw me sitting on the couch, tear streaks on my cheeks, they stopped.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked as he came over and sat next to me. Tony sat down on my other side and the rest of the boys spread out, sitting down on chairs or the floor.

"Was it Paul?" Ralph asked and I felt a fresh wave of tears threaten to fall. Scott wrapped his arm around me and hugged me tight.

"We could always beat him up," Mike offered and a couple of the guys were quick to agree.

"Yeah I'm sure the seven of us could take him down," Scott said sarcastically and I found myself letting lose one laugh.

"Not if those friends of his join in," Steve started but Scott cut him off.

"Natasha, what do you want us to do?" he asked and I shook my head, lifting up my arm to wipe the tears away.

"Nothing, I don't want you to do anything. It was just a small fight, and I'm sure it'll blow over soon," I told them and I know they all rolled their eyes.

"Are you sure? Why don't you tell us what happened?" Alan said and I sighed.

"I can't really-"

"Just tell us what you can," Scott interrupted.

"Yeah," Jordan piped in. "You've got a room full of guys here. We know how guys think and we'll be able to help you sort this out." I sighed again before nodding and starting the story.

"So last night I had to spend at Paul's because the roads were too bad to drive on," I started but I was one again interrupted.

"Did he do something?" Ralph asked quickly and I sighed and shook my head.

"No, he was a perfect gentleman. But in the morning he told me that he had something to tell me. It was a secret about...his family and he told me I had to promise not to get mad or anything."

"And let me guess, you did?" Mike asked with a grin. I frowned.

"No I didn't get mad but it was a pretty big secret so I told him I didn't believe him. Then he got mad and yelled at me. I guess I freaked when he yelled and I took off in my car and left. He's been trying to call and text me but I haven't been answering." I left out the whole wolf part. That wasn't really my secret to tell and I didn't want to break Paul's trust by telling the guys. Plus I didn't think they'd believe me.

"Well it'll cool over soon. He obviously already feels bad or he wouldn't be calling you. Don't give in because of him, but when you feel comfortable, accept it and apologize." I sighed at Tony's advice.

"But you don't understand, he yelled at me. I've never had anyone freak out at me before, not even my parents. It was scary as hell and I saw a whole new side of him."

"We told you those La Push guys were bad news," Ralph said and the guys all looked at each other.

"I say we pay La Push a little visit," Steve said excitedly and I jumped.

"No don't. You guys will get hurt," I said and Steve scoffed.

"Wow Tash, way to show support for us," he said but Scott frowned and cut him off.

"No one's going to La Push. We're not going to get involved..." Scott said and Steve and Mike frowned. "...at the moment," he added before turning to me. "But if he does anything else, and I mean anything, you let us know and we will go talk to him." I smiled and nodded.

"No one messes with our girl and gets away with it," Tony said as he patted me on the back.

"Thanks guys, that means a lot to me," I said as I stood up. "I think I'm just gonna go to my room for a while," I told them and Ralph frowned.

"Aren't you supposed to be at practice?" he asked but I shook my head.

"I took a mental health day," I told them before heading up the stairs and disappearing into my room.

When I finally returned to practice the next day, Chris knew something was wrong. Unlike my mother, he didn't understand just letting it go. All through practice he would bug me, asking me over and over what was wrong. He had come to his own conclusion that it was about Paul and when I couldn't deny it he knew he was right. Unfortunately he thought the way to make me feel better would be to insult Paul every chance he got. The problem was that I was still in love with Paul.

I had come to that conclusion as I lay sick in bed. I loved Paul. I think I had since the first night when we went to get coffee at Charley's. There was something about him, something special that made me realize I couldn't live without him. It felt silly to feel so deeply about someone when I was only 17 but I knew it was true. Paul and I were meant for each other.

The next three days continued pretty much the same. I woke up, went to practice, blocked my mind from everything except skating, and went on autopilot until I went to bed at night. Then fresh tears would glide down my cheeks to puddle on my pillow. I knew it was me that was making this so much worse; I just couldn't make myself change it.

Before I knew it, it was Saturday. There was less than one week before the competition in Vancouver Andre had signed Chris and I up for. We had been training as hard as possible, repeating our routine over and over until it was drilled in our brains. Wednesday night we would be flying out to our hotel and the competitions would start Thursday. Chris and I were scheduled to compete in our age group on Friday and I was really starting to get nervous. It had been months since I had been in a competition; I didn't know the girls I would be up against and it terrified me.

After Saturday's afternoon practice I walked into my room and headed straight for the shower. Instead of making us skate, Andre had sent us to the gym for two hours. There, we worked out insanely, using the weights, machines, and mats. Andre wanted us in top form in every way possible and this was how he dealt with it.

My fifteen minute shower when I got home was heaven to my aching muscles but soon I was drying myself off and changing into clean clothes. Just as I walked out of my bathroom and into my room I heard a knock on my door.

"Natasha?" came my mom's voice and I walked over to open the door. "You have a visitor," she said and from the tone in her voice I could tell she didn't really know what to do. I sighed.

"Mom," I whispered harshly. "I told you I didn't want to talk to Paul if he showed up," I told her but she shook her head.

"It's not Paul," she told me and I frowned. "It's a girl."

"Oh," I said as I pushed past her and jogged to the stairs, eager to see who was visiting me. As I came to the bottom of the stairs and turned to the foyer, I stopped. Standing by my front door, looking slightly nervous, was Kim.

"Hey," she said when she saw me, looking relieved that I had shown up.

"Hi," I responded as I slowed to a stop, slightly unsure about why she was here. Having a slight panic attack that Paul would suddenly appear, I glanced to the door quickly. Kim shook her head.

"Don't worry, he's not here. Can we go talk in your room?" she asked and I found myself nodding. I had to admit, I was eager to hear what she had to say. Paul was lucky I loved him. Otherwise I probably wouldn't talk to anyone he sent.

I led Kim up to my room and shut the door behind us, turning to find her sitting down on my bed. She patted the spot next to her and I walked over to sit down.

"I know you probably don't want to see any of us and you probably don't want to talk about it..." she started and I cut her off.

"You're right," I told her and she threw me a look before continuing.

"...but I came because I care about you. I consider you a friend and friends don't let friends make stupid mistakes." I sighed as she grabbed my hands and pulled me to look at her. "Paul is really upset about what happened. He's really sorry about it all but he didn't know how else to tell you." I rolled my eyes.

"Not transforming and growling at me would have been a start," I said and she sighed.

"Well no one said he was smart," she stated and I nodded, trying not to grin. "The bottom line is that he feels terrible. Last I heard he ran away. They think he's heading up to Canada." Her information caught me off guard. Paul had run away?

"He ran away?" I asked with a gasp. "But that's stupid! He could get hurt, or get into trouble! What's he thinking?" I asked quickly and Kim smiled.

"Well that answers my first question," she said and I frowned. "I was going to ask if you still cared about him but your freak out there gave me an obvious answer," she said in response to my questioning look. I put my head down, blushing. "Paul and Jared asked me to come talk to you to help you understand what's going on," she told me. "Paul's tried all he could to talk to you and they felt that maybe, since I've been in the same boat, I could help you fully understand it all better."

"Our boyfriends are werewolves," I told her and she nodded. "I love Paul but that's so much to accept." Kim grinned but didn't make any comments to my small declaration of love. I was glad. I didn't want to hear her go on about how it can't be love because we've only known each other for about two weeks, we've only been dating for five days, and for those same five days we haven't been talking.

"Yes, they're werewolves but they're good. That's what you have to remember. They didn't choose this; it's been passed down to them from their ancestors. These boys were chosen to protect our tribe by transforming into wolves when need be. It is a huge responsibility that has been passed onto them and all they ask of us is to accept them."

"It's just so hard," I told her and she nodded. "I mean, I care about Paul. A lot. Way more than someone in my situation should, and it scares me. I know that I'll get over all this and accept him for what he is but it all just caught me off guard. Frankly, I don't know what I'm more scared of: him being a werewolf or me being in love with him after two weeks." Kim smiled.

"Natasha have you ever heard of imprinting?" she asked me and I shook my head.

"I mean, I've heard of baby animals imprinting on the first thing they see. That's why if a person finds a baby animal, sometimes it can imprint on them and will be attached to them." Kim nodded.

"Well, it's the same concept," she said as she scooted closer to me. "Werewolves also imprint, but not on adult figures. They imprint on their partners, their soul mates you could say." My eyes widened as she continued. "Jared imprinted on me, Sam imprinted on Emily, and Paul imprinted-"

"-on me," I whispered and she nodded. I turned to her frantically. "What does it mean?" I asked her. This was way more than I could handle.

"It just means that you're Paul's 'one.' His world revolves around you and he'll do anything for you. The day at the ice rink, the day you first met. Paul saw you as you skated past him and everything changed. That's all it takes, one look and suddenly everything is you."

I paused as this sunk in. Paul had known I was The One for him the moment he saw me at the rink? That brought a whole fresh wave of fear onto me. He knew I was the girl for him even before I knew he existed.

"Were you scared?" I asked her in a whisper. "When it happened to you with Jared." she shrugged.

"I wasn't at first. I had been crushing on Jared for years and he had never given me a second look. Then one day, BAM. I was scared when he told me everything, but I soon came to accept it. I grew up with the Quileute legends so I guess it was easier to accept they were real." she squeezed my hands, reminding me she was still holding them. "That's why I want to help you. I've accepted it and I want you to come to accept it too."

"It's so hard," I told her with a whine and she nodded, pulling me into a hug.

"But you love him, and he loves you. He would do literally anything for you. If you called him right now and told him to leave the state and never come back, he would do it," I pulled myself from her arms and shook my head.

"I don't want him to leave the state," I told her and she smiled.

"If you called him right now and told him you were heading to his house, he would run as fast as he could to be there when you got there," she told me and I sat, thinking it through. I glanced over at my keys, sitting innocently on my desk. Then I looked at my phone next to them. "You know you want to," she whispered and I sighed, falling back on the bed.

"But why do I want to?" I asked her with a groan and she frowned.

"Because you. Love. Paul," she said and I looked at her, a crease on my forehead.

"I love Paul," I said and she nodded. "I love Paul," I said again, firmer this time and she nodded, smiling widely. I jumped up from my bed, grabbed my keys and phone, and took off out the door. Kim followed me down the stairs and the last thing I heard before I ran out the front door was her voice.

"Yeah, tell him she's headed to his place right now."

I drove as fast as I dared, making it to Paul's house in a record twelve minutes. As I drove I got a text from Kim, telling me that she'd told my mom I was going over her house to hang out. I quickly texted her a thank you, glad she had thought to make a cover for my rush out of the house.

Pulling into Paul's driveway, I parked and got out of the car. Looking up at the house, I stopped when I saw him standing on the front step, watching me intently. As I stood still, he walked down the steps and then came to a stop, waiting for me to make the next move.

I ran into his arms.

"I'm so, so sorry," I told him as I felt tears come to my eyes again. He held me close as we just stood there, embracing each other in the snow.

"It's not your fault," he told me but I shook my head.

"I shouldn't have run away from you."

"I shouldn't have put all that on you at once."

"I love you," I said suddenly and he pulled away, looking at me. I smiled and he smiled in response, pulling me into a kiss.

"I love you too," he whispered and I felt fresh tears on my cheeks. "What's wrong?" he asked, pulling away again and wiping the tears off my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I'm happy," I told him. "These are happy tears." He laughed as he wrapped his arm around me and led me inside. There, I sat on the couch while he grabbed me a glass of water. Then he sat next to me anxiously. "What?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I'm just worried any second you're going to run away again," he said and I grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere. Ever," he smiled as he brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed it. "Kim told me everything," I said and he nodded. Obviously he knew she was going to. "She helped me realize how much it didn't matter, and she told me about the whole... imprinting thing." By the look on his face, he hadn't really expected that. I smiled and squeezed his hand again. "It's okay, it's better if I know everything. And I'm here aren't I?" He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss.

The makeout session was brought to a sudden halt when his stomach growled quite loudly. I broke my lips from his and burst into a fit of giggles.

"I'm sorry," I told him between laughs. He just sighed.

"I can't help it," he told me. "Werewolves have much larger appetites than regular people." I looked at him.

"What other quirks do werewolves have?" I asked him and he touched his hand to my face, instantly heating me up.

"We have high temperatures, about 109 degrees Fahrenheit." My eyes widened.

"No wonder you always feel like you have a temperature!" I exclaimed and he nodded. "What else?"

"Uh, we heal quickly. Like, if I went in the kitchen and cut myself with a knife-"

"Please don't," I said quickly and he smirked.

"If I did go in the kitchen and cut myself, it would heal really quickly. Jacob broke a bunch of bones last year and he healed in a couple days I think. It's pretty handy, but it makes setting the bones kind of hard."

"Yeah I'd imagine," I shuddered at the thought.

"I think the doctor had to re-break some of Jacob's bones in order to set them correctly..."

"Okay enough of that, what else?" I really didn't want to feel queasy.

"We run really fast and we're really strong. I can lift somewhere between 300 and 400 pounds." By this point I realized that my eyebrows would just constantly stay raised in shock. All of this was so impressive! "Oh and we don't age," he added as a side comment.

"What!?" I asked him in shock and he shrugged.

"It's not that big a deal. I look old for my age anyway. Most werewolves mature physically to about 25 or so. As long as we keep regularly phasing we don't age. This way you'll catch up to me in age," he said with a smile as he leaned down to kiss me again. I decided I liked that; when he randomly kissed me. It made me feel loved, something that every girl wants to feel.

The kissing continued for a while. It felt nice to just be able to relax with Paul. Now I felt stupid for what had transpired the previous week. To think that I could ever run away from him and avoid him made me want to cry. I was mad at myself, but I was mostly happy that he had forgiven me. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't.

Our makeout session eventually broke when his stomach began growling more severely. When he got up to head to the kitchen, I pushed him into one of the chairs. He had made breakfast last week, now it was my turn to cook.

"So how was your run to Canada?" I asked him as I dug through the fridge, looking for anything that could be made into a hearty meal. I glanced at him to see him smiling sheepishly.

"You heard about that huh?" he asked and I nodded.

"Kim told me," I stated as I pulled a frozen jar of half empty pasta sauce from the back of his freezer. I then moved onto the cupboards. "How could you have been so stupid to run away like that? You could have gotten hurt," I told him and he responded by laughing.

"I'm a wolf; I can take care of myself just fine. When we phase, our wolf instincts take over. I knew exactly what I was doing. Besides, I obviously didn't go too far," he told me and I shrugged.

"Still," I told him as I grabbed a box of unopened spaghetti. "Yes," I said to myself in victory as I set it on the counter next to the pasta sauce. Now to locate the pans. "How did they all get a hold of you when I decided to come here? Do you have a little collar holder for your cell phone?" I asked in a teasing tone and he smirked.

"No. We can hear each other's thoughts," he said and I frowned.

"Come again?" I asked and he frowned in thought.

"I mean, when we're wolves...when we're in our wolf form...we can hear what we're all thinking. It's a pack thing. If Sam and I are both in our wolf form, we can talk to each other in our heads..." he cut off as I shook my head in disbelief. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just weird, that's all," I told him as I finally located a pan and put it on the stove, filling it with water to boil. "Who's Sam?"

"Sam's our Alpha. He's in charge of the pack. Technically Jake's an Alpha too, it's weird. But anyway, I take orders from Sam."

"What kinds of orders?" I asked as I pulled myself up to sit on the counter.

"Like, not to tell anyone about us being wolves. Sam ordered all of us to silence and we can't break the Alpha's rules, even if we want to." I frowned.

"But you told me." He smiled as he stood up and came to stand in front of me, resting his hands on my legs.

"Because you're my imprint. That rule's thrown out the window when it comes to you," he told me as he leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss lasted until I heard the water begin to boil. I shoved Paul away as I jumped off the counter and added the pasta. I set the timer over the stove and then turned back to him.

"So I'm your imprint and Kim's Jared's imprint. Who else has an imprint?" I asked as I walked to the fridge to look for any kind of meat I could put with the spaghetti.

"Sam has Emily and Quil has Claire. Oh and Jake has Renesmee. That's it at the moment. We used to believe imprinting was rare. Then all of a sudden we've got five pack members imprinting. Do you need help with something?" His question, I'm sure, was directed at the fact that I was halfway in the fridge, digging around for anything else to eat with the pasta.

"Do you have like, chicken or any kind of meat? I know spaghetti won't be enough for you," I told him and he walked over to the fridge, pushing me aside to open the freezer. Since he had it under control, I went back to the cupboard and grabbed a toaster I had spotted, setting it on the counter. Grabbing the loaf of bread on top of the fridge, I popped two slices in and then went back to check on the spaghetti.

"I want to meet the other girls," I told him as I stirred the noodles. "I've met Kim, I want to meet the other three," I looked over to see Paul rub the back of his neck nervously.

"Well...and don't freak out...but the other girls aren't exactly typical girlfriends," he told me and I frowned, waiting for him to continue. "Claire's three and Renesmee is one," he told me and my eyes widened.

"That's gross," I said and he quickly shook his hands.

"No, no it's not like that. A wolf will be anything their imprint needs. For you, it's a boyfriend, for Claire and Renesmee, it's a brotherly figure. When they grow older, Quil and Jake will turn into their closest friends. Eventually, it will turn to a romantic relationship, but not before they're ready. Besides, neither of the boys are aging so they won't be too much older than the girls," I shook my head as I stirred the pasta more.

"That's just weird," I said and he shrugged. "It is what it is. I'm just glad I didn't imprint on a baby," he said with a grin as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you," he whispered in my ear as he placed a kiss on my neck. "And I love that you're cooking for me," he added and I laughed.

"Well it's not much. If you had more food in this place it would be more of a meal," I told him and he shrugged and let go of me, turning me around to face him.

"I'm sure it's fine," he told me just as the timer went off. I spun back around and turned it off, lifting up the pan and tilting it over the sink to drain the water out.

"Did you find any meat?" I asked him.

"Nope, nothing except some old salami," he told me and I wrinkled my nose.

"Can you butter the toast?" I asked him as I poured the drained spaghetti into a nice bowl and dumped some pasta sauce on it. Paul walked over to the counter and popped the toast up, putting more bread in before buttering the two toasted pieces.

All too soon we had an almost perfect meal. We sat down at his table as I dished up the spaghetti. Of course Paul ate like a cow, stuffing as much in as possible. It wasn't long before the bowl was empty and Paul was back to the fridge, looking for anything else to munch on.

"Sorry it wasn't enough," I told him seriously as I rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.

"Baby it was fine," he told me as he continued to look around. "I just eat more than the normal human being. After cooking for me for a while you'll know how many servings to make," he stated as he pulled out the salami he had mentioned earlier and began to make a sandwich. "You should feel sorry for Emily. When she cooks, she cooks for all of us," he told me and I sighed.

"If she ever needs help, I can do it. I like cooking," I told him and he locked eyes with me and grinned. Our eye contact was broken, however by my phone.

"If that's your mom, tell her you're spending the night at Kim's," he told me as he continued to make his sandwich.

"What if I don't want to?" I asked him and he looked at me quickly as I grinned and flipped open my phone. "Hey mom," I said cheerfully as I turned and walked out of the room.

"Natasha, you've been gone a while. Your friend Kim said you were heading over to her house for a while. She seems like such a nice girl," my mom said and I internally sighed. At least Kim left a good impression.

"Yeah, she heard about my argument with Paul. I told her how I hadn't been out in a while and she declared tonight a girl's night. Would it be okay if I slept over? I don't have training until the afternoon tomorrow and I'll make sure I'm there in time. I've been cooped up and depressed for too long, Kim wants to help me feel better," I told her as I sat on the couch. I felt really bad lying but technically it was with Kim's help that tonight would help me feel better.

"Alright that's fine," my mom finally said. "As long as you promise to be at practice on time tomorrow. I don't want to hear from Andre that you got there late."

"Okay, thanks mom," I told her before we said goodbye and hung up. I then stood up and walked back into the kitchen to find Paul eating a huge sandwich.

"She's letting you stay," he stated and I frowned. How did he know? "Wolf hearing," he said as if he had read my mind, pointing to his ears. I smirked as I set my phone down and continued with the dishes. When Paul's sandwich was gone we retired to the living room to snuggle together on the couch and watch some TV.

And when I say 'watch some TV' I really mean 'make out.'

She found everything out and accepted it all!! AND she told him she loved him!! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and it worked out the way you wanted it to...haha Remember to hit that little button down there V to review and let me know what you thought!! Thanks!!