Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thank you so so much for your most beautiful reviews, follows, favourites and reads! They truly make my day sparkle and shine! As promised, here is part 2! I hope you enjoy it! It was a rather, emotionally draining chapter to write as it had so many emotions but I hope it was worth the wait and now everyone can finally see Willa's reaction! This is the chapter I've been most wanting to read but jeepers, it was tricky! I hope you all love it and I can't wait to see what you think! Happy Reading!

"What's wrong?" His voice was too fragile, too delicate and silky as it drifted from his throat and melted in the thickening breeze. "You're trembling." I…I could feel every grain of frost, every chill and shiver that scuttled along the ground and seeped into my skin like a cold, wet and slippery thing. He did not look like a killer, but rather…I took a dainty step forward, my breath hitching in my chest like a silent warning that pinched my heart and prickled my eyes.

"Dance with me." His words caught me off-guard as he spoke with such an intensity that I had never heard before. "Dance with me and make me forget."

But I could not forget.

I could feel my fear, feel it quiver inside me like a wingless bird who shuffled through the snow and the hale and the rain as a hopeless little thing. My lips parted, wet and sweet and moist and…empty. For my words, my voice and mind were suddenly robbed from me with this desire to have this one last moment, this one last moment of two uncomplicated souls but…I walked towards him – my heart trembling like a rose in the wind as he held me gently in those eyes I no longer knew if I could trust. For they were too soft, too filled with an emotion that should be a stranger to a creature like him. Licking my lips, my finger's twitched at my sides as they craved one final touch of that boy I had learned to care for.

Just…once more.

Stopping before him, I titled my neck back – unable to look into those eyes, unable to…my fingertips traced the sleeve of his white shirt, the material crisp and cool and pure. Pure…my breath hitched once more as my fingertips stuttered against the fabric, stuttered against the beautiful falsity of it. For he wasn't pure, he – I glided my fingers up to his shoulder, to the folded collar of his skirt and that small spot where one's pulse would beat and blossom in it's delicious vitality. But as my fingers grazed his neck, as they pressed against his skin in the lightest of pressures…

I felt my eyes sting, felt them blur with that wet salty liquid that slid down my cheeks like melted diamonds. My eyes flicked to his in that moment, flicked towards the exposed pain and shame and truth that had once laid buried beneath those golden irises.

"What," my voice was little, soft and afraid and fragile like broken glass, "what are you?"

"Do you not know?" His voice mirrored mine, mirrored that fearful fragility and naked vulnerability.

"Tell me." I whispered, my fingers hiccupping against his skin as I held his gaze, as my eyes widened and withered at his absolute brokenness.

"Vampire."

His skin, icy and glacial snapped at my fingertips. I pulled my hand away, allowing it to fall helplessly to my side as my fingertips burned and stung and quivered and –

I shook my head, shook and shook it as I whispered a soft chorus of "No." He couldn't be but…at the same time I was beginning to wonder if I always knew, always wondered and pondered what creature's soul danced within him. I wasn't sure if I should run, if I should drop to my knees and cry yet…the way he looked, the way his features seemed to fracture and look away with that disarming shame and guilt and I…I couldn't bare it. I –

"1863." He spoke, his eyes fractured and weak and fragile as was his voice. His whole body, his whole soul and heart seemed to shrink in that moment, seemed to wither and droop in front of my eyes as if he were but a mere man, no – a boy, a lost boy whose guilt was too much for him bare. "I was changed in 1863." I remained silent, a quivering little thing as his words crumbled in the air and reached out to me in some desperate and final gesture. "I was 19 years old."

19 years old. My heart thickened, it's beats weakening in this heavy way that left it slow and then – paralyzed. He was just a boy, just a –

"When I was human, I lived in Houston, Texas. I was almost seventeen years old when I joined the Confederate Army in 1861." His back straightened as he spoke, as if he were shifting into that solider he once was. The Texan twang that used to pinch and lace his words thickened in its vulnerability as suddenly, it was as if I was looking at a broken and wounded soldier who had never found his way back from the battlefield, from the darkness and endless abyss of haunting terror.

"I lied to the recruiters – told them I was twenty. My military career was short lived but very promising. I was the the youngest major in Texas Cavalry, not even acknowledging my real age." He paused, taking a hesitant step towards me yet stopping as he saw my fear, saw me quiver and wrap my arms around myself in a feeble attempt to steady my trembling heart. Tears fell from my eyes, dribbled down my cheeks like liquefied pearls but – I couldn't be sure of their meaning. For in that moment, I was not sure if I was crying for my fear, for my life or my parents or both or…for him.

His eyes softened, pleaded with me as if he were but a breath away from cracking if I refused him – if I ran as a mere squirrel.

"I was riding back to Galveston after evacuating a column of women and children when I saw them. Three women on foot. I assumed they were stragglers and dismounted at once to offer them my aid. I had not been taught to fear women, but to protect them. A few days later I…" He hesitated, as if recalling that moment so vividly in his mind that it rendered him speechless. "I began my new life."

And so, he told me his story, every detail, every emotion and I…each word he spoke, each syllable that crumbled against the breeze and brushed my skin like black smoke, I felt myself draw further and further into that dark sticky pit.

"Please." The word rushed out of me in one soft breathless motion as he shed his tale from his soul and bleed it into mine. "You're…you're frightening me." Yet despite my whispering plea, despite my silent tears and quivering body…he did not stop. I could see his agony ripple of him, see his pain and shame and anguish and – "please." I whispered once more, taking a dainty step backwards as my lips parted and drew in the too cold air.

"In so many years of slaughter and carnage, I'd lost nearly all of my humanity. I was undeniably a nightmare, a monster of the grisliest kind." A strange flare of that beast emerged in his eyes, as if it was licking the topaz walls of his eyes as it silently waited to be released from its cage. I watched in fear as it taunted me, teased me as ghostly screams and pleas chorused through my mind of his victims - of him. My breath hitched, hiccupped and pinched my insides as it swam within me like a thick toxic poison. I couldn't look at him, couldn't – "I could feel everything my prey was feeling. And I lived their emotions as I killed them."

As he spoke those words, as he – that small lost boy flickered in his eyes. That boy who could no longer bare his past in isolation, could no longer –

"I can feel everyone's emotions, manipulate them to my own bidding. But you –" He took a step towards me, a step full of curiosity and bewilderment and need. As if I was some rare creature that held the key to his undoing, held the key to his – "I can't," his words became lost, broken as his eyes pinched and strained as if he was searching for something. "I can't feel a single emotion within you, just like my brother can't read your mind and my sister can't see you in her visions. But I see you. I always see you. I can see every feeling, every tear and smile." He looked away, looked to the ground and studied it as if it held the answers to some unsolvable problem. "I live every day in a climate of emotion. For the first century of my life, I lived in a world of bloodthirsty vengeance. Hate was my constant companion. It eased some when I left Maria, but I still had to feel the horror and fear of my prey."

Prey – I shook my head, my eyes looking anywhere but him as I felt myself drowning, as I felt my tiny feet shuffle backwards and quiver with an emotion that I could no longer identify. I wanted him to stop, for the stars shine to drown out his words yet tonight, they had abandoned me. The moon, the watchful dead – I had never felt more alone, more lost and afraid as my soul bleed and whimpered and withered.

"It became to be too much." His voice cracked, yet his eyes – I knew they were watching me, trying to hold onto me in some silent yet desperate way. "The depression got worse, and I wandered away from Peter and Charlotte. Civilized as they were, they didn't feel the same aversion I was beginning to feel. They only wanted peace from the fight. I was so wearied by killing — killing anyone, even mere humans. "

"And healers?" My voice was small, softer then a whisper and gentler then the caress of a feather but desperate – a broken plea that drifted in the breeze to graze his parted lips and seep into his mouth and throat and memories.

He took another step towards me, his eyes softening like melted clouds as his hand twitched at his side, twitched as he restrained from touching and wiping away those shivering tears. Did he know? My healer's blood felt light, as if it was trying to hide and dissolve into nothingness from his watchful gaze.

"Never. Never did I touch an angel of life until I met you, until you –" So he knew…so he – "You have no idea what it is like to be in your presence. You are my opposite…pure in ways that no other mortal or immortal could ever be and it burns, scorches me skin, soul, mind and heart…if I had breath then you would rob me of it. For you, Willa Aurora Fawn, shine too bright for a darkened and damaged soul like mine to be unscathed."

After he spoke those final words, after they drifted from his lips like some strange and voice robbing spell that flew and lurked within my throat – he turned away from me. He walked with heavy steps that seemed to drag at the leaves and dirt and fallen flowers. He had robbed me of my voice, robbed me of my breath and heartbeat as in that moment I did not know how to react. He's everything I'm supposed to be against, everything I'm supposed to hate and fear. Yet when I finally looked towards him properly, when my eyes grazed his back…I did fear him, but I did not hate him.

"I have lived for over a hundred years. I've done everything…seen everything but –" He turned towards me, his eyes, his face – like shattered ice. "I've never been close, to anyone." I felt my heart crumble inside me, felt it warm and cool and then warm once more. My lips parted in defeat, as for the first time since his story bleed into me…I took a single step forward. My feet like a whisper on the ground, like a mere brush of wings as I took that one motion towards him. My body still quivered, my eyes still leaked but – their purpose…it changed. Something within me changed.

"I'm not asking you for anything and I – I know this is wrong." His voice was so soft, so helpless and defeated as his words caressed my shivering heart. "But these past months with you…they have been the best I have had in my whole life." The corners of his lips twitched upwards as he gave me a crooked smile, a sad and crippled smile that faded too quickly. "Not once in my life have I ever felt something so soft, felt so much –" His sentence remained lost as he turned from me once more, as his shoulders fell and then stiffened as if his military training banged against the inside of his skin to keep strong.

"My whole life I have willingly enslaved myself to war, to blood and violence – to that wicked hunger until I met Alice." He paused, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt as he slowly undid them one by one.

"After a century of instant gratification, I found self-discipline . . . challenging. I still haven't perfected that. I can still hear their screams, still feel everything they felt and …this is what I am."

My eyes widened when I watched his shirt fall and reveal a body painted in bite marks and I – my hands went to my parted lips as in that moment I…I couldn't breathe. My breath dissolved in this black crumbling powder against my lungs, and it burned… ached as tears fell in a new and quickened stream, as my body trembled and my strength vanished. I had never seen something so broken, so abused and damaged and…

He turned towards me, his eyes softening at my reaction of pure ruin. His chest…every inch…across every sculpted muscle and flesh -

"Battle Scars." He whispered, the words drifting from his lips, through my fingers and down my throat – clawing at my insides as I stood a heartbroken thing in front of him. I couldn't move, couldn't – this twisted pain weaved and whirled in my blood and bones, this savage trauma and fear and hurt and anger and – my hands fell from my lips as I stumbled another step towards him, as I wanted to reach out to him, to –

"I never lost a fight yet…they paint every single part of me." His gaze bore into me, as if it ripped apart my flesh and bone to see me bare. My breath became light, frosted as I shook my head in tiny motions of disbelief – of terror. He parted his lips once more, taking a step towards me as something softened within him, as something stretched out from him to caress my pulse and – his eyes snapped away from mine, adverted to the moon and stars and then flicked to his shaking hands.

"I can hear their screams." He whispered, his voice raw and broken as it barely clung on to the night sky. "Feel their fear and pain and it never –" his hands clenched into two fists, his nails digging into his flesh as a tiny 'stop' escaped me. But he didn't hear. "It never goes away, never stops never –" He shook his head more and more, shook his body and hands and – "even drinking animal blood and trying, trying to be…. but it doesn't stop…it didn't until I met you." His eyes flicked to mine once more and I did not dare move as he rushed towards me, stopping but a mere inch away as my breath clouded against his bare chest and my eyes caressed his skin. His whole body was trembling, more and more as time slipped by, as he looked at me like I was some fragile glass doll that he dare not touch, dare not break. I could feel his pain, feel that self-loathing and shame ripple of him and graze my skin. But I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything except look up at him as he looked down at me.

"You're all I think about. And this with you, it's wrong. I know it is. But no matter how hard I've tried, this feeling that I have for you, this emotion that is so warm, so soft and gentle and new…it doesn't stop. I'm drowning in you Willa, I'm drowning." My heart beat faster and faster as he spoke, as his essence and mind flooded into mine and I became tethered to him, "drowning in you, drowning –" Jasper stumbled backwards, his hand slapping his face as he turned away from me in panic.

"Jasper –"my voice was soft and speechless – a mere butterfly in the wind as I watched him pace. Something began to consume him, something frightening.

"It never stops, their screams, their pain, their –" I watched with fear as his hands clawed at his head and hair and he let out a thunderous growl. "And you –" He lifted his head from his hand, his eyes savage and wild. "You remind me of everything I'm not, everything I can't have, haven't and will never have nor be." His voice cracked, was this broken string that I couldn't gather or save or, "you're smile, your sweet heartbeat and absolute purity…it kills me, burns me and I…I'm addicted to it. I'm addicted to you and I've tried, I've tried not to be but –" He slapped his face once more, my tears burning my cheeks as they cried for him and him alone. "You make me forget, make me believe when I shouldn't, when I have no right." His head shook as my eyes wide and wild drank in his untamed emotions. "I have no right, no right!" He released a raw and scarping scream as he beat and punched and slapped himself. Muttering and whispering and hysterically speaking of his wrongs and past and their pain and screams and –

"Jasper." I swallowed deeply, "Jasper!" I ran towards him, trying and needing and I had to stop him, I had to. I tried to grab a hold of him, to touch his skin and sooth him, to speak my truth and heal him, to care and love and – tears flowed from me as I tried to caress him, touch him, talk to him –

"Jasper –"my fingertips grazed his back, brushed it in the lightest and most gentle of ways I had ever touched anything. And the moment my skin connected with his, the moment I – he turned, swinging his arm into my shoulder as he shoved me to the ground in one violent and uncontrollable sweep. The dirt and grass and stones slammed into me hard, rattled my bones as my vision blurred and my flesh ripped. But I didn't care, I didn't care about my pain, I didn't care about my spilled blood…no, the only thing I cared about was him.

I looked up, my hair falling from my face as I saw him look down at me with absolute shock. He stumbled backwards, his hands shaking as they ran through his hair and then gripped and dug viciously into his scalp.

"I'm sorry, I'm…I'm so sorry, I –" I ignored his rush of apologies, ignored his constant repetition as I got to my feet and rushed towards him like nothing had happened. I needed him to hear me – to see me and feel me and to know…

"Jasper." He kept looking away from me, backing away as panic consumed him. "Look at me." I said desperately, trying to catch him, trying to, "Look at me, look at me please." My hands brushed his shoulder and arm but they kept slipping from him. He was moving too fast, too lost in his own – "Come back to me." I cried out, finally managing to wrap my tiny hands around the sides of his neck, my thumbs caressing his chin as his hands raised up in a surrender motion – afraid to touch me, afraid to – "Come back to me." I whispered once more, and then again and again until he stopped fighting me, until he stilled and his eyes met mine with heartbreak.

"Look at me," I whispered, my tears hanging helplessly against my parted lips as my hands, tiny and dainty caressed his trembling cheeks. I needed him to calm, needed him to see but – he wasn't. He seemed so lost, so trapped and consumed in his own guilt and rage that I…no, I could do this. I could heal him, I had to. I tried to sooth my quivering heart, tried to calm my shaking hands that trembled against his neck and checks and my eyes…the needed to remained fixed on him, needed to look him in the eye and not his skin, not his torn and scared flesh that –

"My darling enigma," I whispered, trailing my fingertips across his cheek. "Come back to me, feel me." I pressed my body against his, wrapped my arms around his chest as I seeped my warmth and love into his shattering soul. "Feel me." Yet despite his tremors stilling, his hands remained raised. Pulling back, I titled my neck back to look up into those eyes that had once held me, had once caressed and soothed my heart like no other could and would. "Don't slip away." I whispered gently, my hair sticking to his chest as I – in the slowest of motions, guided his hands, his arms to wrap around my tiny form. "This is real, I…I am real. Feel it…" I felt his hands brush the fabric of my nightdress, "feel me." His fingertips pressed harder, pushing the fabric of my dress against my skin as in that moment…he held me.

An airy gasp escaped his lips as he felt me, as his hands – his fingertips, trailed up my back, traced my shoulders and stroked my arms until…my finger's twitched underneath his touch, quivered as our fingers entwined and he looked at me with those big honey eyes.

"This part of you," I ran my thumb over the cool surface of his hand, "I can handle this, I can –" I took a step forward, resting my cheek against his chest as my nose nuzzled against him. "I can handle this, I promise you." I couldn't hear his heartbeat, couldn't hear the blood underneath his skin but – it suddenly did not matter. This overwhelming rush, this desperate need to be close to him, to help and heal him…it consumed me, claimed me whole as his skin burned against mine in that icy way. He had never known softness, never known love or warmth and I, I couldn't bare it. He was not a monster, and a part of me began to think he never was. But simply a lost soul, fighting and doing the only thing he knew how to survive. And in that way…I suppose we weren't that different.

I felt his body slide down mine, his finger's fall through mine like melted ice as he sank to his knees and looked up at me with an expression that was void of all rage and beastliness.

"Why?" He whispered, bewilderment glittering in his eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you are not a monster." I whispered delicately, resting my hand on his cheek. "Because I believe in you." I could feel my heart bleeding, seeping its warmth through my skin and into his. "You fought the person that you were, you stopped when no other immortal like yourself could and I –" I sunk down to my knees, the grass strangely soft as the air sweetened and drifted. "When I think about how you grew up, when I think about what you went through and who you are now," I licked my lips, tasting its saltiness from my tears as I…I could hear my heart speaking to me, hear my memories singing those sweet tunes of Jasper and I. "It makes me proud. You –" I rested my hand against his chest, against where his heart would have once rested. "You make me proud."

"I shouldn't."

"Shh," I released in a fragile manner, laying my fingers against his lips. They were so soft, so delicate and untouched. "Listen, listen to my heartbeat." I let my fingers fall from his lips as I guided his hand to rest against my heart. His fingers were hesitant, afraid as if he would break me. "Feel it."

"It's…" He paused, his eyes focused on my heart as his hand trembled. "It's calm, it's – "

"It's not afraid." His eyes snapped to mine, holding me in that moment as I held him. There was no fear left in me, no lurking darkness that had once snapped at my veins. For all that was left was just me and him. Jasper and Willa. Two souls without titles or rank or species. "I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be." His worlds sunk into me with a thick heaviness. Yet I shook my head.

"No. Not anymore." I told him, feeling my lungs rise and fall softly as I held his gaze.

"I'm afraid of you." He suddenly said, his words catching and squeezing my heart as it hiccupped with surprise.

"You have no need to be." My words coated his skin, laced his tongue as they seeped down his throat like warm hot chocolate.

"How do you do that?" He asked, his hand falling from my heart as his forehead dipped and grazed mine. Our skin hissed and sighed against one another.

"Do what?" I asked, my heartbeat quickening as my eyes fluttered and widened with innocent puzzlement.

"Make me forget, make me feel…like I'm something that I'm not." His hand raised and hovered next to my cheek yet…he did not dare touch me, was too afraid…too frightened by his almighty strength and my sweet fragility.

"I just make you feel what you truly are. I just feel you, just –" My fingers danced over his chest in shy and nervous patterns. "I just see you for what you are."

"And what is that? Who am I?"

My breath hiccupped in my chest as I sunk further to the ground, as I became smaller and smaller until my heart whispered through my lips. "You are my angel."

"Angel of darkness?" He questioned but I shook my head.

"No, my angel of light." And before I could take another breath, before I could blink and quiver or tremble underneath his gaze…I titled my neck up and kissed him.

His lips were cool against mine, soft – like melting snow as my lips caressed his. I could feel them tremble against mine, feel their fear and uncertainty as his body became rigid and afraid. I let my lips linger against his, let them brush his like a summer's breeze as I gazed up into his eyes. They held this beautiful bewilderment, this curiosity and surprise that leaked into mine and cracked him open. He had never been close, never felt this tender softness that only a lover could give, only a lover – I felt my heart rise in that blossoming way as I kissed him once more. My lips were wet, sweet and soft and gentle against his quivering ones, against his hesitant mouth that seemed frightened to let himself go, to let himself believe this was real. But it was, and I knew in my heart, I knew in that moment that I…despite his past, was a few breathes away from loving him.

I pulled away, my fingers dancing up his arms, along his shoulders and resting against his cheeks. I was fragile and composed, vulnerable as I parted my lips and breathed, as I let him into my heart and mind and soul. He must have seen something within me changed, must have heart the sudden bloom in my heart and pulse as his eyes widened and withered and softened.

"Is this real?" He whispered, his hands grazing the fabric of my nightgown. "Are you real?"

I licked my lips as his heart, like mine, opened and drew me in as he realized what I had. "I'm real, this," I nuzzled my nose against his, allowing them to kiss and explore each other as my hands fell to the nape of his neck. "This is real." I felt his hands hiccup against my back, felt them tremble and then steady as love glazed his eyes and our breaths entwined.

"I'm afraid." His voice broke, crumbled against my lungs as I felt his heart collapse and flutter. "I'm afraid of hurting you."

I shook my head, knowing that to him that may seem silly. For he, in all his might and strength – was an undefeated vampire and I…I was but a tiny healer, a mouse in his shadow, that flickering firefly in his night sky. "You can never hurt me." I whispered with delicate desperation. "Now," I breathed, my voice shaking as I drew at my courage, as I looked into those eyes that held me up in this moment. "Let me heal you, let me –" I paused, looked up at the stars and…wished. For I knew that when I spoke those final words…I would forever be his. And so, I waited, wished and longed for the stars and dead to listen to my plea. For them to hear my loyalty and love from them, for them to feel and know his because when I would speak those worlds, when I would reveal my heart to him in one of those breathless gasps…my destiny would be forever changed, would be forever bound with his. And then – I licked my lips one final time, breathed in that one final time before I let myself become enslaved to my heart. "Let me –" I whispered, "let me love you."

And before I could blink, before I could breathe or hear the stars sing in my ear…he dipped his head like a cautious solider and pressed his lips against mine. I felt my heart blossom and grow and nestle in him as his lips moved against mine in soft and sweet tender motions. His hands no longer quivered, were no longer hesitant as they pressed against me and held me to him. His scent drowned me as our lips danced and melted and pressed tightly against one another. His hands were still gentle against my back, as he held me like his glass healer and kissed me like his precious lover. Each kiss, each brush of skin against skin as my fingers played with his hair and his hands held me close…it was like nothing I had ever felt before, nothing like I had ever dreamed of as his love slipped past my lips and into my heart.

His lips, delicate against my skin, traveled down my chin and neck as if he were kissing a single fallen rose petal. Each kiss was dainty, soft and fragile yet he did not stop, and I…I titled my neck back, my lips parting as he kissed my neck in those fragile motions before…I felt his chest rise and fall in with fearful heaviness as he stopped, as his lips lingered against my pulse as his cool breath blanketed my skin. My fingers ran down his back as I pulled away slightly, as his eyes looked into mine and my hair teased his exposed chest.

"I can feel your heartbeat." He whispered, "I can feel your pulse, feel it blossom for me." He nuzzled his nose against mine before his fingers grazed and held my chin in the gentlest of ways. "I won't hurt you." He pressed his lips against my nose before resting his forehead against mine. His hands trembled a few beats against my back before he pulled me closer to him. "I promise you."

He dipped his head lower, his lips barely a millimetre away from mine. Our chests gently pressed against one another as my heart beat thunderously to escape from me and nestle inside him forever. My eyes were wide as I looked up at him, wide and innocent and pure. My hands quivered against his back yet his…his were steady as he spoke those three words that unraveled me completely and wed my soul to his.

"I love you."

And without another moment of hesitation, our lips collided in this sweet, gentle yet frenetic way. Our whole world suddenly disappeared, faded away as our hearts and love bleed and blossomed and consumed one another. As we loved, and kiss and forgot everything but each other, everything but this moment.

This one precious moment of a vampire and a healer in love and nothing…nothing could break it.


Author's Note: Hi everyone! So what do you think? Was it okay? There was a lot of emotion in it but I hope that's alright! I was honestly terrified posting this chapter but I really hope that you all enjoyed it! I can't wait to see what you think of it and what you think will be next in store for them as it is only getting started! Until next time, I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas for those who celebrate it and a wonderful happy new year! The next chapter will be posted within the first week of January! I love you all! Much Love, Lisette


JessEwa26: Hi you! Goodness you are so sweet! I hope you liked this chapter and it leaves you in a happy mood! I'm so excited to be writing more of Willa and Jasper as a proper couple in love now! I can't wait to see what you think of it! I hope you have a beautiful Christmas if you celebrate it! Much Love, Lisette

Dunesque: Thank you so much for your beautiful review! It truly made my heart melt! I love that you love that about Jasper and Willa. Their relationship is one that is and will blossom to be very deep and passionate and filled with love and warmth! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait to see what you think! Oh and what you said about redemption...that will be a very strong and key part of what is to come! Much Love, Lisette

Maxie01: Hi! Thank you so much for your review! It made me smile so much! I hope you liked this chapter and don't worry, Willa doesn't hate him, she loves him but they do have a lot to go through which I can't wait to share with you! I can't wait to see what you think and I hope you have a beautiful Christmas if you celebrate it! Much Love, Lisette

LMarie99: Thank you so much for your review! What you said was so kind and sweet. I hope you like this chapter! It was rather an emotional one but I hope that's alright! I can't wait to see what you think! I hope you have a beautiful Christmas if you celebrate it! Much Love, Lisette

Littlecosma001:Hi! I absolutely love your reviews! I'm so happy that bit surprised you! There's a lot more to be revealed so hopefully there will be new surprises coming. I'm super excited about writing the New Moon part as it will really give Willa the chance to develop her bond with the wolves! As for who she'll develop close sibling bonds with...I'm afraid you'll just have to wait! Yep so Jasper knew that she was a healer, but you'll find out more about why and how in the next chapter! As for Edward, he can't read her mind, just as Alice can't see her in her visions! So it makes it a little easier for Jasper and Willa to have more of a private relationship if that makes sense? But it also has a lot to do with her being a healer and what that entails! I really hoped you liked this chapter! I was so nervous about posting it but I hope it is alright! I can't wait to see what you think of it! I absolute love reading your reviews and goodness I can't begin to describe how excited I get when I see you have reviewed! I hope you have a beautiful Christmas is you celebrate it! Much Love, Lisette!

BelgiumBear: Hi you! Thank you so much for your beautiful review! It truly made my heart melt! I adored writing Jacob and Willa's scenes and I hope you are looking forward to seeing more of them as I have plenty in store for both of them! I hope this chapter was everything you hoped it would be and I can't wait to see what you think of it! Much Love, Lisette

AmberinAshes: Hiya! Here's the update! I hoped you enjoyed it and I can't wait to see what you think of it!

connieee: Hi! I'm so sorry for the cliffhanger, I just couldn't think of any other way to end Part 1! That's so sweet of you to say! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait to see what you think of it! I hope it was worth the wait! Much Love, Lisette