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Chapter 37

Answers

Billie's Point of View

I jolted away, my breathing heavy as I peered into the darkness surrounding me. For that split moment, I panicked, thinking I was back in that torturous place of pain and misery but things were different. I was warmer, more comfortable; two things that I certainly wasn't back there. I blinked rapidly, trying to readjust my eyes to light in the room and began to point out certain things around me; a familiar vanity, posters and belongings that I haven't seen in the last six months but was ecstatic to see nonetheless.

I frowned in confusion for a minute before everything came back to me in one fell swoop. Me wolfing out; the evil wolves chasing me; the kids on my back; being cornered; coming home; everything. I remembered how Leah and Jennie cornered me in that cave and then the others coming as well. My wolf had been wary in the beginning but coats began to look familiar to me and then I recognised Dad, Uncle Sam and Jacob, mostly. I relaxed, even to a point where my wolf was able to turn its back on them and leave the kids to phase back. I phased in front of them. They know I'm back. I'm home.

An intense amount of relief coursed through me as I closed my watery eyes and smiled to myself. I was home. I was safe. I remember that my wolves killed those others and they made me safe again. Harry. Mom. Dad. Uncle Sam and Embry. Jennie. They all knew I was back and were so happy. I felt like a massive boulder was taken from my chest and I could breathe easier. It would be better and easier for me to protect Ellie and Jack here.

Ellie and Jack!

Panic rose inside of me again as I wondered where they were. Ellie always slept with me after Zain…Well, after he didn't anymore and not having her here with me now made me thinking she was in trouble. And Jack, where was he? He slept in the room next to mine. He was never too far away but I could sense that he was, or further away than he's ever been from me.

A warm body next to mine groaned and whimpered in its sleep and my eyes snapped over to it before widening as they took in Dyl's sleeping figure. Of course, that's right. I came for a shower and he was sleeping in my room. I remembered hearing someone tell Jake to bring Jack to Dyl's room because he was in mine so I knew where Jack was, or I think I do. That still left Ellie, my Ellie.

"Who is that?" Dyl groaned next to me, sitting up a little and narrow his eyes to see through the lack of light. I froze, having been gone so long it was like I didn't know how to act around him anymore. I was so different now, the experiences I'd been through making me so. "You smell fami-"

"Dyl?" I whispered, softly. I didn't want to scare him or anything. I didn't know how he was going to react.

He grew ridged in the silence after I called his name and I held my breath. My heart was beating erratically and all I wanted to do scoop him up and hold him until I was sure that this wasn't a dream to torture me, a dream I'd had so many times before about being reunited with my family, Mom and Dad, Harry and Dyl. It was silent for so long I thought that he'd gone back to sleep but his shrill cry made me jump, instantly combing the room for danger and the reason for his panic.

But it wasn't panic. It was joy and I knew that by the way he threw his arms around me, crying with happiness and hysteria as he shouted my name over and over into my ear. I ignored the ringing it induced and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me as possible as I revelled in his scent. I was deprived of it for so long and now, it was so much stronger than before because I'm a wolf now. I felt tears streaking down my face as we sat there, crying to each other in relief and happiness to be back in each other's arms.

"Oh my God, Billie! I missed you so much! Don't go again, please! I don't know what I did but I'm so sorry. Please don't leave again." He wailed, melting into me. My tears fell faster at his words. He thought he did something wrong?

I pulled away from him, much to his protest but I didn't go far. With the morning light finally beginning to filter through the thin curtains, I was able to see him more clearly and I gasped at what I saw. He was so thin and pale. He looked seriously Ill but then, he has been seriously ill. An overwhelming amount of grief and guilt coursed through me and I pulled him back to me, resting my cheek on the top of his head.

"No, Dyl, you didn't do anything. I promise you, bud. I promise." I cooed at him, stroking his hair. He sniffled.

"But why were you away for so long?" he asked, lowly. I sighed.

"You know that Omar…he took me, right?" he nodded, slowly. "Well…it was just really hard to get away. I wanted to come home though, so much but I just couldn't; he wouldn't let me. I'm so sorry. I thought about you every day though, and Harry. There wasn't a moment that went by that I didn't think of how you were or what you were doing, whether you were taking care of yourself for me."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Not taking care of myself. I've been so sick, Billie but I was only scared for you, scared that you weren't coming home and the more I thought about it, the worse I got until I had to go to the hospital. I'm sorry." He spluttered. I shook my head, softly as I peered down into his rich brown eyes.

"Honey, it wasn't your fault you were scared. I was too and no one blames you for any of this. You were a victim in this just the same as I was, okay. You lost your big sister for such a long time and you didn't know how to cope with that. Don't blame yourself, okay?" I demanded softly and he nodded. "Come on, let's lay back down for a little while, okay?"

"'Kay." He whispered, allowing me to pull him back down to the pillows and cover the both of us up. He laid his head on my chest and my arms remained tightly around him.

We talked about his sickness and how he couldn't eat very much, like he had a stomach full or rocks and didn't allow any room for anything else. He always slept in my room just to feel closer to me and my eyes tear up at that. He was just a shell of the young boy I was taken from whilst I was away and I hoped that now I was back, I would be able to coach him back to the way he was.

He made a comment about my warmth and how it was the same as Dad's but I don't think he made the connection between the two. I was hoping that he wouldn't but then, I never lied to Dyl; I told him everything so it was going to be hard to keep this way from him.

"Dyl, Sweetie."

"Yeah?"

"You know what Dad is, right?" I prompted, lowly. He nodded, peering up at me with bright, intense eyes. I smiled at him for a second, kissing the tip of his nose and making him giggle. It was like music to my ears. "Well, something happened to me whilst I was away and…I'm kind of like Dad now."

"How so?" he asked, curiously. I sighed.

"I can turn into a wolf, just like Dad. That's why I'm so warm, like Dad. We're the same." I told him, unable to meet his eyes. He jumped up and began to bounce on the bed, exuberantly. My eyes widened in shock before I began to giggle at his silliness.

"That's so cool! My big sister's a wolf!" he shouted, laughing. I shushed him, giggling as I pulled him back down on the bed next to me.

"Shh, Dyl. You'll wake everyone up!" I told him, shaking my head. I glanced at the clock, noting that it was only five to seven in the morning. He giggled, looking guilty. Sometimes I forget that he's only nine, almost ten years old. He's just a little boy, bless him.

"Sorry." He whispered, grinning. I rolled my eyes and began to tickle him, just because I could. He peeled with laughter and I giggled with him until we were both breathless. I let him go and he was still giggling to himself when I hopped out of bed. He looked at me worried, as if he thought he'd done something wrong again and I smiled at him, reassuringly. He smiled back.

"I'm going to make breakfast. Go wash your face and get dressed and then come down okay?" I told him and he nodded, hopping out the bed at the same time before going to the bathroom. I smiled after him before leaving my bedroom.

Everything was quiet, which I was no longer used to since everywhere I went when I was there, someone was always making noise. I shuddered at some of them noises. I looked up and down the hallway, wondering if anyone was up but I couldn't hear or sense anything so I shrugged, making my way towards the stairs.

Mom or Dad never really liked changed so the house looked exactly the same. It was refreshing, since where I was never felt like home. I was glad to be back. Mom even kept everything in the same place around the kitchen so I got straight onto making some omelettes for anyone who came by. Wolves were early starters and some may drop by if they smell food coming from the house.

I glanced around the fridge and cupboards, thinking what I could make Ellie for her breakfast since I didn't have any formula or appropriate food for her here. Then I saw the box of Ready Brek© in the cupboard and knew it would be perfect.

I went about mixing that up for her, just the way she always liked it and as I finished, Dyl came into the room, instantly searching for me and grinning when he saw me. I smiled back and pointed to the table, where three plates of high stacked with pancakes, omelettes, sausage and bacon sat in the centre. His eyes widened before he rushed right over to dig in. I smiled at him for a minute before a short cry brought me out of my reverie.

"Who was that?" Dyl asked confused as he frowned at the stairs. The cry sounded again. "It sounded like a baby so it couldn't have been Harry."

"No, it wasn't Harry, Sweetie. It's a little girl called Ellie. She came home with me and another little boy called Jack, who is nearly five. Ellie is like a daughter to me so be nice." I warned him, playfully. He looked shocked, as I had expected but I simply smiled at him, kissing his head as I moved towards the stairs.

Ellie was in Harry's room but there was no Harry in his bed. However placed Ellie in the bed knew that she wasn't ready for one yet and had reinforced the bed, temporarily with a side board so that she didn't fall out and placed cushion all around her so that she didn't bang her head or anything on the wall.

I smiled at my family's consideration and made my way over to Ellie, who was squirming this way and that on her stomach, like she couldn't turn around and was getting frustrated. I smiled fondly and cooed at her as my hands wrapped around her waist. She stopped whining and crying as she heard my voice, turning her head towards me and smiling.

"Hey there, Baby Girl. Did you sleep well?" I crooned, lifting her up into my arms and snuggling her close. She giggled.

"Good, Momma." She replied, sweetly. I smiled at her.

"How does some yummy porridge sound for breakfast? Do you want that?" I asked her, lightly as I made my way out the room. No one was awake still and I smiled. Everyone slept like the dead in this house.

She clapped her hands, excitedly. "Yum, yum!" she exclaimed, giggling all the way down to the kitchen.

As we entered, Dyl's eyes widened and I giggled at his reaction. When Ellie took notice of him, she pointed and shouted, "Jack!" I shook my head and corrected, "Dyl. He's my little brother. He's your Uncle Dyl." He seemed proud when I said that and I passed him to place Ellie in the high chair. I placed the bowl of porridge in front of her and allowed her to have fun with her breakfast. I mean, they're washable, right?

"She's really cute." Dyl pointed out, smiling as he watched her. I nodded, whole-heartedly.

"Definitely. She's even cuter when she's in an affectionate mood. You'll have to wait until tonight for that though." I informed him. He nodded, seeming excited. I smiled.

"Is anyone else up yet?" he asked, shoving a large piece of pancake into his mouth. He smiled sheepishly at me the best he could when I gave him a disapproving look. I shook my head.

"No, but I think I heard Jack moving about. He's in your room because you were in mine." I told him.

"He's in my bed?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Does he wet the bed?" he asked, mortified and I wasn't expecting it so I nearly choked on a piece of bacon. I collected myself and shook my head, laughing.

"No, no. He used to but I helped him control it whilst I was away so don't worry. Your bed will be dry." I assured him. He nodded.

"Okay then, he can sleep in my bed."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be grateful for your permission." I teased. He scowled playfully and stuck his tongue out at me.

"Be-Be? You here?" Jack's voice floated down the stairs and I was instantly out my seat and at the bottom to greet him coming down. He grinned and hugged me tightly and then I took his hand, leading him into the kitchen.

Dyl eyed him critically as we entered, trying to make heads or tails of him and I could see jack doing the same. They were both quiet, unsure how to address each other and I smirked to myself. They were so alike. They were going to get on great, I knew. I placed him next to Dyl, who blushed and continued to eat. I put a plate in front of Jack and he dug in as well. Silence gripped the room as we all ate but it was broken y Dyl's sudden shout.

"You have my pyjamas on!" he protested pointing at Jack's chest.

"Dyl, don't be so rude. Yes, he has. Mom or Dad probably changed him last night when he fell asleep. You don't mind do you?" I asked, eyeing the tow of them as they blushed. Jack looked down at his Batman pyjamas, looking remorseful and guilty. I Dyl sighed.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to shout, really. I just like them pyjamas." He replied, remorsefully. Jack grinned.

"So do i! I love Batman!" he giggled.

And then it began. The whole table and kitchen was filled with talk of their favourite super hero, who they thought was the best villain and what they thought was their favourite episode. I rolled my eyes at the two but was ecstatic that they'd found something in common to talk about. I was sure that they were going to be great.

Not long after Jack came down, Dad made an appearance and he pulled me into a bone crushing hug, cutting off my air supply for a minute before I realised that I could do the same to him. He laughed as I did, shaking his head as he said, "I'm going to have to get used to that."

"I know. It is weird." I giggled, smiling as I took a seat next to him at the table. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and began to eat.

"This is great, Sweetie. Welcome home." He murmured, kissing the side of my head. I leaned into him, revelling in my Dad's touch.

"Oh, Sweetie, you made breakfast! You didn't have to do that!" Mom protested as she entered the kitchen, rushing up to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I shrugged and hugged her back, closing my eyes. "How did you sleep? Okay, I hope?"

"Yeah, Mom. Thanks." I nodded, smiling.

"She woke me up this morning." Dyl mumbled, eyeing his family. Mom and Dad looked surprised to see that he was eating what I knew to be his fourth pancake and I smiled at them.

"He seemed fine this morning. I think he'll be alright." I assured them. Mom had tears in her eyes as she kissed the top of his head in relief. Dad hugged me again.

"Hello, Jack. How did you sleep?" Mom asked, passing behind the boy. He smiled at her, politely.

"Good, thank you." He replied, just as politely as his smile. It made me smile. Despite his harsh upbringing, he was the perfect little boy, like my Dyl and Harry.

"That was Dyl's room you slept in last night. I don't know if you knew that." She said, smiling. He nodded.

"Yeah. We both like Batman." He grinned, glancing at Dyl, who grinned back. Mom chuckled.

"Momma! Me finished!" Ellie squealed, happily.

"No squealing, Sweetie. What did I say?" I reminded her. She smiled innocently and nodded in recognition. I smiled, kissing her cheek as I cleared her bowl up and placed her juice in front of her. She drank immediately. My parents had quietened suddenly and we having some sort of silent conversation before they both looked back at me, curiously.

"Billie, Sweetie, why does she call you Momma?" Mom asked me, hesitantly. I glanced at her and blushed, knowing that it must be weird for them to hear. I mean, how often does your daughter get kidnapped and then returns with a 'daughter' of her own, one who calls your daughter 'momma'? I doubt it was very often.

"Later, Mom, please? Maybe when Ellie goes for her nap? I don't want to discuss any of this in front of the kids. They've had it rough and I don't want them getting sad with what we talk about. So...later, I'll tell you all about the last six months later." I suggested. Mom and Dad nodded, sharing a worried and curious glance with each other.

"Billie can I show Jack my Batman Lego game?" Dyl asked, stretching up to put his dish in the sink along with Jack's. I smiled and looked over at Jack, whose eyes were wide with excitement.

"You have a batman game?" he shouted, happily. Dyl nodded and just like that, they were off like a shot, running up the stairs without waiting for my answer.

"Be careful!" Both mom and I shouted at the same time as both boys stumbled going up and we glanced at each other before laughing out loud. Dad smirked at us, shaking his head.

"That was weird." I giggled. She nodded.

I sat down at the table again and helped Ellie drink her juice because she was getting it everywhere; up her face, in her hair, down her top and on the high chair table. I smiled at her fondly the entire time, fussing over her when necessary and when I looked up, Mom and Dad were watching me, speculatively. I blushed and smiled at them, confused.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, worriedly. They both shook their heads.

"Nothing. We're just…it's hard to believe our eyes at the minute. We can't believe that you're actually here but also helping a child drink as well. It's all just so bizarre and we're just trying to wrap our heads around it." Dad said, smiling softly. I smiled back, biting my lip as I nodded.

"It was hard waking up this morning because I didn't know where I was for a minute. It's hard to think that yesterday morning, I was waking up with a totally different warm body beside me." I mumbled, looking down at my hands.

"What do you mean like that?" Mom asked, hesitantly and worried. I could feel the table shaking slightly and I looked up to see Dad shaking with his hands clenched.

"Billie Meggan, you answer her this minute." he demanded, lowly. I frowned between him and Ellie, who was oblivious to my father's anger but that wasn't the point. They shouldn't be doing this with her in the room.

"Dad, please, later, okay? Not in front of Ellie." I sighed, turning back t her so that they wouldn't see the pain that the memories always enticed within me. They both sighed.

"You can't expect us to brush that comment off, can you? Surely?" Dad asked, incredulously. I sighed and looked back at him.

"I promised that I would tell you later. Just trust me, please?"

"I do trust you, Honey. I'm sorry." he sighed, brushing my hair back from my face. I smiled and leaned into his fatherly touch.

Oh, it's been so long since I've felt it and it felt so good. I opened my eyes and startled when I saw the tears swimming in his eyes. I gasped and launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he circled my middle with his thick arms in a tight embrace. He sobbed lightly into my neck and my own tears began to fall down my face,. I glanced over at Ellie, who was still oblivious and then at Mom who was sobbing silently into her hands, tears streaking her own face.

"Daddy, please don't cry. I'm okay. I'm home. I'm not leaving anymore. I won't let anyone get close to taking me away ever again. I can now; I have the strength for it." I whispered into his ear, hoarsely. He just continued to cry and from the corner of my eye, I saw Mom get up and return with some tissues, handing one over to me. I smiled at her thankfully, wiping my eyes.

Dad's arms tightened around me a a fierce growl escaped his chest, making Ellie jump but she soon went back to messing with her empty juice bottle. "You can bet on it that you will never be taken from right under our noses again. I never felt so...helpless and like a failure when we couldn't find you. I'm so sorry."

I shook my head. "Daddy, it's not your fault. It's okay. Please, stop crying." I pleaded, feeling my heart ache with every tear he shed. He began to take deep breaths with his face buried in my neck. I knew that he was taking in my scent to calm him down. I'd done that to him before now. Scents were important to a wolf, something that I didn't understand until now. Each one defined home, friendship and loyalty. You knew who your pack was with one sniff.

I rubbed his back gently until he thankfully calmed down. I pulled his head back from my neck and wiped his face with the tissue in my hand, making his chuckle. I smiled at the sound before kissing both his cheeks. He did the same, sighing in relief.

"I missed you so much, Lea-Rae. So, so much." he breathed. I nodded and gestured over to Mom to join our hug. She gave me a watery smile and sat n Dad's other thigh as I was sitting on the other. Our three way hug lasted all of two minutes, when Ellie began to laugh. We all looked over to her, seeing that she'd managed to unscrew the cap off her bottle. I smiled at her, giggling.

"Clever Ellie." I called and she looked up at the sound of her name, smiling widely.

"She's a beauty." Dad chuckled, finally calmed down. I nodded.

"Yeah, she is." I sighed, happily.

We finished up breakfast and I helped mom clean up the dishes, seen as though I had dirty a god proportion of them. Like all the other wolves, one of the things that changed in me was my appetite. I ate like a horse now, or I could eat a horse, which ever way you chose to play it. I was so hungry all the time now, it was like I was never full at all. It was a pain in my ass, to be honest. I was dreading Mom's grocery bill now that she not only had another wolf to feed but two more children as well. Guilt consumed me but I fought it back, knowing that right now wasn't the time to dwell on it.

"Billie, can we go to the beach?" Jack and Dyl asked together as they ran into the kitchen, though Jack called me Be-Be as he always does, instead of Billie. I smiled over my shoulder at them both, but was hesitant to let them out by themselves. I glanced at Mom, seeing that she wasn't fond of the idea either. She met my gaze.

"I'll call Aaron, see if he'll mind taking them or something. He adores Dyl so I know he'll love Jack as well." She said, walking towards the phone. I felt better knowing that Aaron would be with them. He'd take good care of them. I turned back to them.

"Okay but Uncle Aaron is going with you. Jack, don't worry, Aaron is a very nice guy so you'll be okay with him, alright?" I assured him and he nodded, biting his lip. He was trusting my judgement. "I want you both to go change into some swim trunks in case you want to go swimming okay? Dyl, can Jack borrow some?"

He grinned and nodded. "Yeah! I have two pairs of batman ones!" he told Jack before running back out the kitchen. I chuckled after them.

"Aaron said he's on his way. He can't wait to see you." Mom chuckled, smiling. I smiled. I couldn't wait to see him too. He was like the big brother I'd never had, like Leah was the big sister I'd never had.

"I can't wait either. I hope he doesn't mind Jack coming along."

"No, of course not. He's curious about him, actually."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

She nodded. "Yeah. He seemed very excited for some reason." she chuckled. I smiled.

"Well, I just know that they'll hit it off. Jack's wonderful, who wouldn't hit it off with him?" I chuckled. She smiled.

"You're even better with the kids. The wolf girls are going to love you even more so now." Mom chuckled. I frowned at her, confused. "Oh, sweetie, you've always been a lot better with the kids than we have. You understand them better and they all simply adore you. None of them were as exuberant as they once were before after you were taken." She sighed, heavily. I frowned again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make everyone sad."

"It wasn't your fault, Baby Girl. What matters is that you're back and everything can get to the way it was before...with a few changes." she added, smiling over at Ellie, who was watching us silent and contently. I smiled at her as well.

"We're ready!"

"Boys, it's sunny out for once. You need sunscreen on. It's in the bathroom, bottom shelf in the cupboard next to the sink." Mom ordered, smiling. They nodded and left again without complaint.

We worked in harmony for about another five minutes until I heard several cars pull up in the front driveway. I glanced out the kitchen window to see Aaron's familiar Corvette but also Uncle Sam and Uncle Embry's trucks. I watched as Leah and Aaron climbed out his car, Uncle Sam and his family climb out of his truck but I positively beamed as not only did Uncle Embry and his little family jump out but also Jared and Anna.

ANNA!

I was sprinting towards the door a second later and I yanked it open, nearly pulling it off its hinges s I don't truly know my own strength yet, just as Anna's head came up. We locked gazes for a minute, e standing on the porch as she stood frozen on the lawn beside her father. Everyone else was silent and still, though beaming at me. Minutes passed as we stared at each other, trying to make ourselves believe that this wasn't a dream, that we really were looking back at our soul sisters.

Then, the dam broke as we both squealed at the tops of our lungs, throwing ourselves towards each other until we crashed to the ground in a heap of entwined limbs. Anna was crying into my chest, sobbing about how she missed me so much and loved me more than anything. I couldn't even form the thoughts to put into words so I just held her closely, kissing her cheeks, forehead and hair.

Lilly, Gracie and Levi soon joined in and we'd become like a doggy pile in the middle of our front lawn. I kissed them all, so happy to see them. Gracie was so big now and Lilly was a sweetheart.

I heard sniffles from around us and knew that this emotional scene was affecting more than just us on the floor. I vaguely heard Jack as someone something and then Dyl answer that Anna was my best friend and sister and that we were so happy to see each other. Then there were hands on us and I looked up to see Jared and Uncle Sam.

"Come on, you guys. Get on up." Jared coaxed, pulling Anna up gently though she didn't let go of me as Uncle Sam helped the rest up. I smiled at Jared and he gave me half a hug, which was all he could manage with his daughter wrapped around me. He whispered thank you to me and I smiled.

"Good to see you, Treasure." Aaron called behind me, making me turn and smile.

"Hey, Aaron. Good to see you too. Thanks for taking the boys."

"It's no problem. I want to meet the little tyke who has captured your heart enough to carrying him home on your back for god knows how long from god knows where." he teased. I blushed, smiling.

"You mean two tykes." I reminded him. He chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, right." He replied.

"So, you officially part of the bitch squad now." Leah laughed, making me smile and blush.

"Leah!" Uncle Sam admonished but she just shrugged.

"What does she mean?" Anna asked confused, speaking for the first time since she arrived. I looked over at her, wide eyed. I didn't want her to find out this way would she think of me differently now that I was like Jennie? Would she feel left out? I bit my lip, worried.

"Um...I, erm?" I stuttered, unable to get the words out but she made it so that I didn't have to.

"You're a wolf?" She asked, eyes wide and her mouth agape. I looked down and nodded, hesitantly. I felt her arms wrap around me as she laughed in my ear.

"That's awesome!" she laughed, excitedly. I looked at her, seriously.

"I don't want to be this, Anna. As soon as I'm able, I'm stopping, though I'll have to talk to Jake about it no doubt." I told her, sternly. I didn't dare look at Uncle Sam or anyone to see if they approved or not. "Not for myself, but for those to kids in the house."

"I heard about them. I want to meet them." She smiled. I nodded.

"Are we going to the beach yet?" Dyl asked from the porch as I smiled over at him.

"Yeah, Bud. Put a jacket on and then I'm sure Aaron will be ready to go." They rushed into the house to get their jacket.

Aaron and Leah hugged me one last time before they took both boys to the beach for the morning and probably afternoon if I knew my little brother. He'll find no end of things to show Jack and I hoped that they'll form a strong friendship over it. We all retreated from the front lawn into the house. Anna and the other kids stayed at my side, making all the others chuckle and the guys went to the living room. Things never change. Anna gushed over Ellie, saying she was cute and everything. Soon, she wanted out of the high chair and I took her into the loving room to play on the floor. I knew the guys would watch her perfectly and I smiled at them on my way back to the kitchen.

The rest of the morning, we talked trivially and cooked for lunch. I felt at bliss to be home again. I missed this place and I was never going to take it for granted ever again. It was like nothing ever happened, like I'd been here all along. Eventually, people began to flock towards my house, eager to see me again and greet me back. I did a whole lot crying for the rest of the morning and way into the afternoon.

Nothing of consequence was talked about, which I was thankful for but I knew that Mom and Dad hadn't forgotten about my comment earlier, about the warm body beside me, and they were constantly watching em with concern on their faces. I knew that Dad had also told them that I was only willing to talk whilst Ellie was asleep, which was fast approaching. She usually took her nap at around 2 in the afternoon and it was half one.

I was beginning to get shifty when all except two of the pack sat in the living room, waiting patiently. Leah was obviously with the boys and Philip was patrolling. Everyone else, including the wives, were hear and waiting for me to pick Ellie up and take her up for her nap. I couldn't bare the thought of them knowing all that I'd been through because some of it was awful but I knew that I would have to tell them otherwise they'd see it in my head when we phased together, after I'd given my allegiance to Jake and accepting him as my alpha.

I could feel the girls shooting me glances when I got closer and closer to two and I knew that there was no putting it off. I sighed, drying my hands on a dish towel and smiling over at them before heading to the living room. Everyone looked up at me as I entered but I didn't meet anyone's gaze, nervous about what's to come. Ellie looked up at me as I crouched down next to her and she beamed, clapping.

"Momma! Momma!" she squealed, happily. I smiled.

"Hey, Angel." I whispered, nuzzling her cheek. She giggled and I picked her up in my arms. "You ready for nap time?"

Promptly, she yawned and I chuckled. "Yea..." she murmured, dropping her head forward to my shoulder and closing her eyes. I kissed the top of her head as I made my way towards the stairs, ignoring everyone's eyes on me as they watched me interact with Ellie., I sighed, entering Harry's room. Only a matter of minutes now as Ellie was already asleep. Due to their heightened senses, they knew this and I couldn't hold it off by pretending either.

I crossed over to the make-shift bed, laying her down under the covers before making sure that all her directions were secure so that she didn't roll out or anything. I kissed her plump cheek and watched as she curled into herself and dropped into a deep sleep. I watched her for a few more seconds before sucking it up, closing the bedroom door too as I made my way back downstairs.

The kitchen was empty now and I knew that the girls had retreated to the living room as well, waiting with the guys for my return. I took a deep breath and entered the living room, every pair of eyes zeroing in on me instantly. I bit my lip and sighed, looking around each of them before going to take a seat between Uncle Embry and Jacob.

"So..." I hedged, nervously.

"We don't want you to be uncomfortable, Billie but we need to know what happened. I hope you understand." Jacob told me, apologetically. I nodded, slowly.

"I do, honestly. It's just that...some might be hard to hear." I admitted, looking down at my hands. Some wolves growled but kept their cool and waited patiently for me to begin. "I, um...why don't you guys just ask me some questions? It might be easier."

Uncle Sam nodded. "Where were you? I mean, where did they take you? We all ran to Omar's reservation in Alaska but it was pretty much deserted." he asked, curiously.

"Alberta. Wood Buffalo National Park. I only knew where I was because I actually made a friend over there. I don't know what happened to her though. She's...she's the whole reason why I'm even here right now. She helped me escape." I murmured, looking at my hands as grief surfaced in me for my friend.

"Who was she?" Quil asked.

"Clara...Meggan."

"Meggan? She was a relation of yours?"

"Kind of. Only through marriage. She...is...was...is Omar's imprint and wife." I informed them, sadly.

"Poor girl, being stuck with that guy." Bree chuckled, shaking her head she had no idea.

"It wasn't by choice. It was an arranged marriage that she was forced into. They're still common over there, in their tribe. Most of Omar's pack member's marriages were arranged and there was a lot of negative emotion running around within the pack. You thought that the Uncle Sam/Aunt Emily/Leah love triangle was bad, you should hear some of the stories behind their marriages." I chuckled dryly with that last part.

"Like what?" Craig asked, curiously. I looked at him.

"Take the S/E/L love triangle and substitute Uncle Sam for Omar, Aunt Emily with Clara and Leah with a girl called April. The stories are exactly the same, only imagine if Leah and Uncle Sam continued onto get married, have five children and even a dog. Imagine that Uncle Sam imprinted but kept it a secret from Leah, seeing Aunt Emily behind Leah's back and even producing a couple of kids between the two of them as well." I told them and gasps filled the entire room. Shame crossed Uncle Sam's face but I smiled at him. "Leah thought she had it bad but in the end, she imprinted, she had the ability to. April was human and unlike Leah, she wasn't able to take the pain of losing Omar.

"She killed herself, leaving her children behind." I finished, sighing. "Jack was her youngest child."

"Oh my God." Mom breathed horrified and I smiled, knowing that she was thinking about that little boy. He truly was amazing. He was the total opposite to his father, thank God.

"So...he's Omar's son? How long ago did he imprint?" Uncle Sam asked, incredulously.

I sighed. "Only four years ago. Jack was one when he left them to fend for themselves." I replied.

"That poor boy." Kim whimpered, sadly. Jared squeezed her hand softly.

"How do you know that Omar won't want him back?" Jacob asked from beside me. I shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. There's no way in hell he's going back with him." I growled, clenching my fists as they began to tremble in my anger. Uncle Embry reached out and took my hand, kissing it. My trembling stopped and I smiled up at him thankfully. He simply smiled back.

"What about his siblings? Don't they care?" Emily asked softly. I shrugged.

"I don't know. They never came around. Jack is the only one I saw. I do know that two of them left as soon as they turned 18, moving to England because they hated their father and tribe. The other two live with some other family on their new Res, pretending that Jack doesn't exist." I growled, hating how they could do that to their little brother.

"So...where has he lived?"

"With Omar, but more like a servant boy than his son. He was treated like crap. When I got there, he stuck to me like glue, knowing I wasn't like that rest of his 'family'." I made quotes around the words 'family' as they were far from that. "I began to think of him as my little brother, or another one at least." I amended, chuckling as I glanced over at mom and dad. They smiled.

"Dyl's starting to shine up to him." Mom smiled, excitedly. I nodded.

"I kinda hoped that would happen. It would have totally sucked if two of my little brothers didn't get along." I griped, smiling. Everyone chuckled. I turned sombre. "Jack didn't really have any friends there. He wasn't allowed for the premises and was home schooled since he turned four. That's why we're so close because we were each other's best friend there."

"Sounds like we owe a lot to this little boy." Uncle Sam smiled. I nodded, thinking how many times he's comforted me when he was left in the dark as to why and all those times where he was able to make me smile or laugh when the situation didn't warrant it.

"So...what happened to you over there?" Dad asked hesitantly, cutting into my thoughts. I tensed slightly before snorting dryly.

"That, is a loaded question, Dad. I don't even know where to begin." I told him, sadly. He sighed, pained.

"What about when you first got there? When you woke up?" Uncle Sam asked.

"When I woke up, I was alone in a dark room. I was barely dressed. It smelled awful and stale. I had a toilet and everything and kind of make-shift bed. The food might as well have been gourmet food but it was far and few between each meal. Time was unmeasurable so...I don't know how long I truly spent in there but I'm estimating around a month." I told them, thoughtfully. "I could hear laughter and footsteps at all hours so I must have been in some sort of house or something.

"After month, he came in, claiming I was his mate and I was going to be wife and bear his children." I mumbled with disgust as I studied my hands. As I expected, vicious growls and snarls surrounded us at my words and I sighed, thinking about everything that had happened between the two of us.

"He was delusional. I hope you told him where to stick it." Craig grumbled, angrily. I didn't say anything.

"Billie? What is it?" Mom asked, worriedly.

"I had no choice." I whispered, causing them to gasp softly.

"What does that mean?"

"At first, I resisted. I mean, he still made me sleep in the same bed and everything, like a 'married couple' but I always ended up on the floor every morning because I couldn't stand sleeping next to him. When I began to stop eating and refusing to kiss him back when he forced his lips on mine, he took drastic measures."

"Which were?" Uncle Sam gritted, enraged.

"Ellie."

"Oh Jesus, tell me he didn't hurt her?" Aunt Violet shrieked.

"No, he didn't, not physically at least." I assure her, smiling. "He just...used her as bait, threatening to hurt her if I didn't comply with everything he told me to do or say or whatever. She was so small back then. She's 18 months now but she was only about a year old when she was brought in. My heart reached out for her instantly and I felt this bond with her. I practically raised her for the last four or so months. I had to protect her without fail and the only way I could do that was...to give in." I whispered, swallowing hard. "Her life was in my hands, I had no choice."

"It's okay, Sweetheart. We understand." Jacob soothed, brushing my hair. I nodded. "She's safe now so that's all that matters."

"Who is she? I mean, did she have any important parents or anything?" Craig asked. I tensed, knowing that they were going to ask this and yet it caught me off guard. Thinking about her parents made my blood boil and my hands began to shake more than ever. My eyes slammed shut in a desperate attempt to calm down but I couldn't chance it in case did, getting to my feet and marching towards the kitchen.

I leant against the kitchen counters, my hands clenching against the marble as I took deep breaths in and out, trying to calm myself. My mind was racing with thoughts travelling a mile a minute and I shook my head to dispel images of that bastard. He didn't deserve a daughter like Ellie. She was so kind, loving, affectionate and sweet and he was...he was a savage, relentless and mean. Her total opposite and her mother is no better. I met her once and she must have had saints for parents so that Ellie could inherit her kind nature because it certainly wasn't from them or his parents.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched away from it instinctively. My back straightened sharply as my eyes popped wide open. I spun around, startled and saw that Jacob, Uncle Sam and Embry, and Dad were standing a few feet away from me, being cautious but clearly worried about me. I sighed, turning away from them because I hated that they saw me like this. I was so balanced emotionally before I phased but now, I was ashamed to say that I wasn't like that anymore. I missed it. I pinched my tear-ducts, shaking my head.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak out." I whispered, lowly. I felt the hand again but almost expected it so I didn't flinch this time. I sighed and peered over at Dad.

"It's okay, Sweetie. We don't know how old you are as a werewolf but it can't be that old. We understand." he murmured, smiling. I sighed again.

"A month." I stated, almost inaudibly but they caught it anyway.

"A month what?" Jacob asked, confused. I opened my eyes and turned to look at them.

"I've been phasing a month. When it first happened...I was with someone and he flipped out. Omar had a tight leash on me for the last month. I'll explain more in a bit. Let's get back in there." I suggested, taking dad's hand from my shoulder and squeezing it. He smiled back sadly and nodded.

When we returned, everyone eyed me worriedly as I retook my seat. This time, Uncle Embry sat where Dad was sitting and Dad took his place so I was sandwiched between Jacob and him. I smiled at everyone, apologetically before continuing.

"Sorry about that...What were we talking about?" I remembered, of course but I wanted to buy myself some time before I answered. This one would require a lot of explaining.

"Ellie. We asked wh her parents were." Quil reminded me and I took a deep breath, nodding.

"Well...that's complicated, really." I mumbled, wringing my hands. I knew I'd have to start at the beginning.

"Do you remember that jet black wolf that day, getting close to me and shit?" I asked. They nodded, some even growling at the memory. "This has everything to do with him. His name was Zain-"

"Was?" Steven asked, confused. I looked at him, nodding.

"I'll, um, get to that. Just wait." He nodded. "Yeah, his name was Zain. He was Tyrone's son and a total savage asshole. Sorry, mom but the language was necessary. There are so many choice words I could call him and that was the nicest." She nodded in understanding, looking like she even wanted to add her two cents as well. "He was the whole reason why they came back that first time after confronting you about your treaty with the Cullens and indirectly, the Denalis.

"To put it simply, he took a fancy to me. He wanted me for himself so he went to his father, who happened to be the alpha of the pack aiding Omar. Tyrone used his allegiance with Omar to his advantage and made me part of the deal that they had struck beforehand. Tyrone helps Omar with the eradication of the Denalis and Cullens, stretching for your demise as well for your treaty with the Cullens, and then Omar returns the favour by allowing Zain to take me as his mate.

"Tyrone seemed to think that because he was my Uncle, Omar had a right to say who I married since Dad wasn't alive, like he was the next in line to make decisions foe me. Remember, arranged marriages are common up there so to Tyrone, it seemed reasonable.

"So that's what they agreed on, only Zain got impatient and demanded that I was taken and made his before Tyrone helped Omar, sealing the deal one their side. As you already know, Tyrone has yet to oblige his end of the bargain, since the Cullens and Denalis are still alive.

"So, I was taken and everything, held hostage for the first month but then they took me from that room and put me straight in life like nothing happened. I was expected to become the perfect housewife for Zain, give him kids and whatnot."

"Wait, housewife?" Mom asked, shocked. I nodded.

"Yep."

"Did-Did you actually get-"

"Married? Yeah, we did, much to my protest but this was after Ellie came into the picture so I had to. I had no choice. We married but I never took his name. That was one of the few things he granted me. As long as I wore his ring, it was fine by him. He didn't care what I called myself. He called me 'bitch' for his pet name for me so, yeah." I shook my head, lost in memories. There was so many.

"When I found out Ellie's parentage, I was shocked. I couldn't even comprehend how something so innocent and pure could be half like him. It didn't make sense. I met her mother as well and she was exactly the same as him." I mumbled almost to myself, dazed with disbelief. Dad grabbed my hand, rubbing it in support. I smiled up at him.

"Who, Sweetie? Who was her father?"

"Zain. Zain was her father." I whispered, tearing up. His eyes widened as he pulled me into his embrace. I curled up into him.

"He had a kid before he got you?" Craig asked, amazed.

I nodded. "Yep. And because I married him, I'm technically her step-mother. I was a damn right better mother to her in the last five months than her real one was since her birth, I'll tell you. She made me sick." I spat, disgusted.

"Who was she?"

"Omar's sister." I laughed, shaking my head.

"Wow. Okay, so doesn't that mean Jack and Ellie are cousins or something like that?" Duncan asked, confused. I nodded.

"Yeah. Jack's Omar's son and Ellie's Omar's niece. Not that he acknowledged either relationship. Both of them were just a means to an end to him." I spat, bitterly. It truly enraged me when I thought about it.

"So what happened to Zain?" Uncle Embry asked, curiously. I felt sick at the self-hatred and loathing that surfaced in me because I didn't want to feel it but I couldn't help it because I wasn't like that in my right mind. I didn't even hit people.

"I...I-I...I, um..." I stuttered, nervously. Dad squeezed my hand.

"In your own time, Sweetie." Jacob assured me. I nodded.

"I killed him." I blurted out, hastily. I glanced around everyone, never meeting their gazes but I could tell by their expressions that they were shocked and surprised. Dad's hand tightened around mine as he pulled me closer to him. "It was an accident. He was making em so angry and he was using Ellie to do it. You've seen how I am with Ellie and it enraged me when he had the audacity to actually pick her up by one hand and shake her. Hard.

"I saw red. I couldn't control it. I phased too close to him for a start, ripping him up pretty bad but then I just went at him in pure rage, running what he'd just done to Ellie through my head like a movie, letting it fuel my anger." I said, emotionless. Then my chin quivered and tears began to well. "And then after it happened, I never hated myself so much in my entire life. I actually killed someone and even though I hated myself for it, I couldn't' regret it and that made me hate myself even more."

I broke down in heart wrenching sobs as Dad pulled me up and onto his lap, kissing my cheek repeatedly as he murmured nonsense in my ear. Another pair of arms wrapped around me and I was bombarded by my mother's scent.

"Baby Girl, stop, this is nonsense. You did what you did because you had to. No one blames you, Honey. Anyone in your shoes would have done the same and we think no differently about you, okay? You were protecting Ellie. Just think where she might be if you hadn't." she whispered into my ear, making me growl at the thought. She shushed me, stroking my cheek.

"Don't blame yourself, Sweetie because you were protecting the one you love, your own. Wolves are so maternal, Sweetie. They'd kill anyone to protect their young and it is so obvious that she's yours. Not by blood, but it doesn't matter. Your wolf has taken Ellie under her wing and that is for life. Please, Baby Girl, stop crying." she whispered to me, softly. I clutched to her as my breathing slowly and calmed right down. My tears dried up but my body still quaked with slight tremors from my emotions. I began to relax against my parents, gaining my right mind.

"I can't talk about anymore. I need Ellie...I need Paul." I whimpered, helplessly as I curled in on myself. I noticed how everyone around me tensed at the mention of Paul and it pissed me off. I hated that they had prevented me from seeing him yesterday and now, they seemed reluctant to even talk about him? What was wrong? "Why are you all tense? Someone needs to explain what's wrong with Paul, right now."

"Honey, we told you. He didn't take to your kidnap very well." Uncle Em murmured. I growled.

"Neither did Dyl but I'm still allowed to see him. I want to see Paul, right the fuck now!" I screamed, springing off the couch in my rage. My heart ached to see him and the more I ached, the angrier I became. I needed him now. Uncle Sam got to his feet, palms forwards and approaching me slowly as if trying to calm an angry animal. I scowled at him.

"Just calm down, okay?"

"I'm perfectly calm, Uncle Sam. I just need to see Paul." I gritted, angrily but I knew that they could see I wasn't shaking. When it came to Paul, I was calm and relaxed all over.

"I'll take you to him, Billie." Jennie stated from beside her mother. Everyone's eyes snapped to her and I smiled thankfully at her. She stared to get up but Uncle Sam protested.

"Jen, you can't-"

"She's his imprint! Of course I can. Stop trying to protect her when she so obviously wants to see him, when she make decisions like this for herself. You can't keep them separated otherwise Paul will never get better it wouldn't help Billie either. Stop being so stupid, Dad, you know I'm right." Jennie gritted, seriously. I saw Aunt Emily smirked beside her.

"She's right, Sam. Imagine if it was me they were trying to keep you away from." she murmured, softly. Uncle Sam growled at her words. She smiled, triumphantly. "Exactly."
He huffed defeated. "Fine...But prepare yourself. It's not pretty." he warned me, sparing me against nothing. I nodded seriously. All I could think about was seeing his beautiful face, touching his soft skin and just...being with him. I've missed him with every fibre of my soul. It was like my soul had stayed here with him and it was time my soul and I were reunited.

"I'm ready to see him. I've been ready for the last six months. Please?" I pleaded, trembling with anticipation and need. He watched me for a second before sharing glances with others around the room. They nodded and I sighed in relief.

"Emily, could you stay here with Ellie? I'm sure Billie would hate to leave her alone." he suggested, smiling at me. I nodded.

"Of course."

"If you look in the back pack we brought with us, you'll find her favourite stuffed wolf. She always has him after she's woken up and won;t calm down until she has him." I told Aunt Emily. She smiled and nodded in understanding, walking towards the back pack and pulling it out. I turned back to Uncle Sam, who was sharing a silent conversation with Jacob. They both nodded.

"Alright then, let's go." Jacob commanded, smiling as he led em towards the back door.

So there you have it. The mystery of the children has been revealed. I hope I didn't disappoint. I hope you guys liked it :)

There will be a picture of Ellie's stuffed wolf and Jack's Batman Pjs on my photo-bucket :)

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