A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Since I made everyone wait I am posting chapter 12-20 right now. Chapter 21 will be up as soon as I write it. Sorry again for the wait.

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(Normal POV)

I know that he didn't mean to do it. It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I shouldn't have provoked him, yet I did. I should have stayed in the house, yet I didn't. He growled to tell me to get away, yet I didn't listen. Why didn't I listen?

'Because you love him too much to leave him alone.'

It was true, I did.

I winced as Emily cleaned my arms. Sam and the others came was soon as Emily called them to come. She was worried that something happened, knowing Paul and his anger, she was afraid that he would hurt me. Who knew she would be right?

But he didn't mean to hurt me. I could see it in his eyes, the minute he saw the blood he was regretting what happened. He must be betting himself up right now. Why isn't anyone looking for him? Why are they only worried about the stupid cuts on my arm?

"You all should be looking for him. He might hurt himself." They all stared at me like I was a lunitic. But I know that I'm not, why couldn't they understand that he was more important than me?

"Why are you worried about him anyway? Look what he did to your arm?" Jared said seriously. I glared at him, how could he say that?

"Paul went too far this time. You could have gotten seriously hurt."

"Your over reacting Sam." He glared at me.

"No I'm not. How am I suppose to explain the scars on your arm to your parents? I'm supposed to be taken care of you. What if he killed you? Then what? What would happened then? What would I say? Your not thinking here. He could have killed you, Sandra. He could have done something far worst then this and death." Tears started to form at the brim of my eyes. It was true what he was saying but I didn't want to believe that, I didn't want to believe that he would actually do that to me.

"He didn't mean to hurt me. I swear it! It was my fault anyway!" I yelled. The tears were already coming down. Both of my arms were killing me, my left more than my right, and I couldn't stand that they would think that he would actually hurt my on purpose.

"Honey-"

"No," I pulled my arm away from Emily's and backed away from them towards the stairs. "He would never hurt me! He didn't mean to! It as an accedent!" I was shaking almost violently and couldn't stop.

I was suddenly filled with anger. They were all getting me mad. Why would they think that he would do something like this to me? My hands were fists at my side and I was still shaking uncontrollably. I didn't understand them, Paul was one of them, a member of the pack; yet they were acting like he was a monster who needed to be killed. It wasn't right. He didn't mean it, why couldn't they understand that? Didn't they see that he loved me and that it was an accedent?

They were all quiet, none of them said a word, I hope that their ashamed of themselves, they all should be.

I walked up the stairs, I couldn't stand the silence anymore, it was killing me. Besides, it wasn't like I had to be down there, because I didn't. I didn't want to continue hearing what they all had to say about what happened, it wasn't like it was their problem to begin with. So, yeah, Paul was part of the pack and screwed up by hurting Sam's niece, but it wasn't like he meant to do it. I sounded like a broken record to my own ears, I knew that if I continued to think about it I was going to get myself sick.

I grabbed my sketch pad and jumped on the bed. I might as well do something useful to keep my mind off what just happened and what they were saying downstairs; for some reason I could hear them and it was annoying me. I grabbed my IPod from my night stand and put on "Avenged Sevenfold", they were the best band to listen to when I was upset. I scrolled to "A Piece of Heavan" and stared to draw.

I basically drew Paul. I drew him normally with no shirt on, then in his wolf form. I drew "wolf Paul" about a hundred times I think, maybe even more. I just found him so beautiful, the color if his fur was perfect, I just wanted to cuddle against him.

It seemed like hours before I noticed anything else. The song changed from A7X to "All Time Low". It also became dark and the house was still and silent. I guessed that it was well passed midnight and started to get ready for bed. By the time that I got out of the bathroom, I heard something bang against my window. Being the noisy person that I am, I had to check it out and see what it was.

I opened the window and found Paul looking up at me. He smiled sheelishy and nodded at me. I nodded back and moved away from the window. He jumped up easily and stood akwardly infront of me. I rubbed my arm and looked at the ground. I wanted to see him, but couldn't remember why. The truth was, I was still afraid of him, I didn't know what to do or
how to react.

"Why are you here?" My voice sounded shaky and it was clear that I was terrified. He flinched, like he didn't expect that, but he should have. How did he expect me to react or sound? If he thought that I would be delighted to see him, he was wrong. He rubbed the back of his head and shrugged.

"I had to see how you were doing." We finally looked into each others eyes and the awkwardness seemed to fade. He stepped closer to me until he was infront of me. He looked down at my arms and flinched once again.

"Did I..." He couldn't even finish the question, it was obvious that he did do that. I lifted up my arms and showed him. His handsome features showed the self loath that he had for himself. He reached out his hand to touch them but I pulled away. They still stung and I didn't want anyone touching them, not even him. He dropped his hand and ran it through his hair instead.

"Sandy, I-I" Again he stopped before he could finish. I could tell that he was having trouble forming words to explain everything. I took a hold of his arm and lead him towards the bed. I sat him down and stood infront of him. I hugged myself and waited until he gathered his thoughts. He sighed and tried to start again.

"I'm sorry." He looked at me and touched my waist. I didn't back away but I didn't move forward either, I just stayed where I was, waiting for him to continue. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then held it in. After a while he opened his eyes again and looked everywhere but in my eyes. I sighed and shook my head.

"Either explain or leave." He finally snapped his vision to me and looked like a deer caught in the head lights.

"You heard me. I really don't want to deal with this right now, Paul. So either explain or leave."

"Fine, I'll try to explain as best as I can." He tried to bring me forward but I shook my head and stayed where I was.

"Explain" He sighed again and nodded.

"I don't know what came over me. I-I g-got mad, I guess." I nodded in understanding, it was clear that he wasn't just mad but pissed off. The real question was...why? I asked him this and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess the way that kid was looking at you. Then you said that you would be interested in his skrawny ass and that just got me madder. I lost my temper, I know that, and I'm sorry." The pain was clear in his voice. I knew he was sorry, but I was still scared. I didn't know what to say, anything I said could set him off. He probably noticed because he kissed me. It was a pained kiss, full of love, self hate, and something else that I couldn't place.

Before I could respond he pulled away.

"I don't you to ever feel like you have to watch yourself around me. I never meant for any of this to happen. I want you to understand that I would never mean to hurt you, never." I just nodded and continued to look into his eyes.
Then I moved forward and touched his face with my hands. He closed his eyes and started to breath heavily. A small smile formed on my face and I started to lean forward. Our lips were only inches apart when he opened his eyes and held onto my hands.

"Sandy, are you sure?" His voice was husky and it was clear that he wanted me to, but wanted to make sure that I wanted it. I noded and crashed my lips with his.

The kiss started out sweet, hestitant, and slow. His arms wrapped around my waist and my hands played with his short hair. Then it started to become demanding and hungry. He laid down on the bed with me ontop of him. Soon, though, he rolled over and was on top of me.

He was leaning on his forarms as to not crush me, he unwrapped my arms from his neck, and broke the kiss.

I stared at him confused, my breathing was coming out uneven and so was his. He took my left arm and started to kiss the scars that he left me, he then took the right one and did the same thing.

"I never want to hurt you, Sandy. Never again." He whispered. He looked into my eyes and kissed my again. His unnatural body heat was making me feel like this was right. And it did feel right, he was right. The kiss ended too soon for my taste and he started to stroke my hair. He smiled down at me, the love that he had for me clear in his eyes. I smiled back up at him and sighed with happiness. He chuckled and started to get up. He laid himself next to me and brought me close. I snuggled next to him, loving how his body fit with mine.

"What's this?" I looked up and saw that he was looking at the sketches that I made of him. I knew that my cheeks were flaming. What could I forget to put away my sketch pad? He continued to flip through the pages and a small smile crept on his face.

"Are these me?" I just nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. He chuckled and kissed my forehead. I then knew that he liked them. I smiled and hugged him.

"I'm glad you liked them." He hugged me back and kissed my cheek.

"Of course I do. You're an amazing artist." I hugged him tighter, or tried to anyway. My chest felt like it was going to explode. This was too much happiness and I didn't know how to handle it. Paul cuped my chin with his huge hands and hand me look at him. He pecked my lips and smiled.

"Sandy, will you be my girlfriend?" I nodded and tears started to form on my eyes. I was soo happy. He could tell and hugged me, breathing in my sent, memorizing it. I did the same thing and smiled uncontrolably.

This had to be the happiest day of my life.