And here we go...

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, only my own made up characters and the unfamiliar story.

Recap:

I… I never expected anything like them to actually exist. But seeing what I'd seen, I almost began to question my reality. But my life had been so real. Gran, mum, all of my friends in La Push… Paul.

I knew that I'd just seen him change from a giant, silvery wolf – but he couldn't be something created by a crazy mind. I was so sure about Paul, that I for a momentactually let the very unrealistic event sound a tiny bit 'okay' in my head.

I wasn't too sure if I liked that. I felt like… like I needed confirmation.

Yes. I needed confirmation. I had to see it again.

I couldn't sleep that night. I had too much on my mind, too many thoughts swirling around chaotically in my head.

At first, I wanted to sleep so badly, getting away from all of that. But about two hours of tossing and turning later, I gave up on that wish.

My father had disappeared. Sometime during the… well, the cellar-chaos, he was gone.

I wondered where he could be. If he wouldn't come back. Like when he left before.

I sat up straight in the bed – I had to do something. Anything. Just to clear my head a little.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and put my feet on the cold floor. I took a few shaky steps towards the door.

It was almost deadly quiet in the house. Something about the air had changed, I felt it. It was a tense, annoying silence.

I sneaked downstairs – and almost tripped over my own feet when I saw Paul on the sofa. He was half sitting, half lying down, spread out over the entire piece of furniture. He snored softly.

I couldn't decide whether or not to wake him up. We needed to talk, that was for sure. But he looked to calm and free of worries, so I really couldn't.

I passed him silently, tiptoeing towards the front door. Thankfully, the floor didn't creak much.

The moon was out. I took a deep breath of air, and hissed at the pain that I felt in my ribcage and shoulder area. I sat down on the porch – might as well do it while I still was in pain.

I let out a relieved sigh when I was seated. Relaxing my stiff muscles, I leaned back in a comfortable position and gazed at the stars. There was a light breeze, and I closed my eyes, humming that old familiar tune, and sat there for a while.

I didn't know how long I'd been there, when I suddenly heard the door open behind me.

''Um… hey.''

Paul kept his distance.

''Hi.''

I tilted my head a little to the right and glanced over my shoulder. He leaned against the wall uncomfortably, with his hand in his pockets and a deep frown on his face.

''Uh, should we… I mean… Do you wanna talk?''

We did need to talk. I knew that much. But as to the words that talking involved – I hadn't a clue of what those words would be. I didn't know how to start or what to start with…

''Could you please come over here so that I don't have to sit with my back against you?'' I asked him quietly. ''I…um, my body… it hurts to move too much.''

I wondered how this conversation would go, when neither of us really could control our voices.

''Yeah, sure.''

His arm brushed my shoulder slightly when he sat down next to me, sending tingles down to the tip of my toes.

At first he kept the contact between our arms, but a few seconds later he stiffened and pulled away.

We sat in silence. I guess he didn't know how to begin either. Finally, I ended up taking the first step.

''So you're a werewolf.''

Paul turned his head towards me, and studied my face intently. ''And how do you… feel about that?''

I held his gaze for a moment. He was scared. I knew that my answer to his question could hurt him or make him finally feel at ease.

''Well,'' I began slowly. ''It is sort of strange.''

He chuckled, but it wasn't a happy one. ''Heh, you could say that.''

''Please, let me continue?'' I mumbled. He widened his eyes, letting his feelings appear on his face for a second, before returning them only to his eyes.

''It is sort of strange,'' I repeated, ''but I know exactly what I saw. I just… would like to double-check, you know?''

''Double-check what?'' He looked confused.

I sighed, and rubbed my temples. ''I'm with you no matter what Paul. No matter how strange the circumstances are. But this… I would just like to get some confirmation.''

''Does that mean that you…'' Paul choked on his words.

''Yes,'' I filled in. ''Prove it again.''

''N-now?''

''Why not?''

He frowned. ''Um, a-are you sure?''

''Yes,'' I simply said, clasped my hands on my knees and waited.

He gave me one last look before he walked back to the door.

''What are you doing?'' I asked, confused.

''I just need to get something, I'll be right back.''

A minute later he came back with a pair shorts in his hands. I raised an eyebrow.

''To spare your innocent eyes,'' he explained, an amused glint hinting in his dark eyes.

He placed himself a few meters away from me, took his shirt of, threw it on the ground and looked me straight in the eyes. It didn't take long; it was over so fast that I almost thought I hadn't seen it. But I had.

In front of me was now a silver gray wolf, standing on the shreds of a pair of pants that looked scarily alike the ones I'd just seen on Paul.

I winced when it took a step towards me, earning a sorrowful whimper from the creature. No. Not creature. Paul.

''Come here.'' My voice was shaky, but I ignored it. I reached my hand out for him as he approached me.

He took small steps all the time, making no sudden movements. When he was just a few inches away, I reached out and put my hand on his fur. It appeared to be very rough, but was actually soft against my hand.

''This really is happening, isn't it?'' I whispered to him.

The wolf – Paul – lifted its head and I saw those familiar dark orbs observe me quietly.

''This is so weird.''

He let out something that sounded like a wolfy laugh, or snort.

''Hey, I've seen you before,'' I realized. ''In the woods.''

He nodded. And that was that. It was hard to communicate with him like this.

''Can you become… you know,'' I scratched the back of my head, ''not wolf again?''

He nodded his wolf head and trotted behind a tree, only to come back fully human. Only without a shirt on.

He picked up his shirt that he'd previously tossed on the ground and put it on as he sat down next to me again.

''Allie?'' he broke the silence that had followed.

''Mm?''

''Do you hate me?''

His words chocked me. Actually even more than the fact that he'd just magically transformed into an animal. He couldn't possibly think that I hated him, could he? In all the strangeness that was my current life – he was the only thing that made sense. The only thing I was one hundred percent sure about.

''I don't hate you. I couldn't hate you. Why would you even…''

''Because you might think that I'm a monster,'' he interrupted, and buried his face in his hands. He was shaking slightly.

I gently put my hands on his, pulling them away from his face and bringing it up to mine.

''Never,'' I whispered.

I pressed my lips against his in a soft kiss. It lasted no longer than a few seconds, but it still left a burning sensation on my lips afterwards.

He buried his head in my neck and let out a relieved sigh. ''You have no idea how much that means to me.''

I hugged him tightly, and when we let go of each other we both had giant grins on our faces.

We sat there for a while longer, until the sun was up, just enjoying each other's company.

''You should sleep,'' Paul yawned with his arm around me.

''You too,'' I noted.

''I guess we should get out of here. Do you need help up the stairs?''

I stretched my body and made a face at the same time. ''That could be appreciated.''

He lifted me up bridal style, very carefully as if I was a porcelain doll.

''Well,'' I said, ''a helping hand or arm would've helped, but I guess this works too.''

''No complaining princess.''

''Oh, you didn't.''

''I think I did.''

I threw him a playful glare before I snuggled up in his arms. I could feel his heart beat at a steady pace in his chest. It became my lullaby, as I soon was vast asleep.

I woke up for a short time when he tucked me in. Through my drowsy eyelids I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed, looking down at me and smiling.

That's when I thought I was asleep again. When he opened his mouth and whispered three, almost soundless words.

Yeah, I was asleep.