I looked around the bon fire. Large boys-well, they looked more like men stared at me with grins plastered on their broad faces.

The only face I recognized was Jacobs. And of course Pauls, who was hovering over me.

One of the staring faces stood up swiftly extending his hand. "Hi. I'm Seth." He sounded young, but his appearance told me otherwise. He stood taller than me with broad shoulders and an incredible jaw line. He only came up to Paul's shoulder though.

I took his hand. It was warm-like Paul's was in the car earlier today. Is that just how they breed them in La Push? Hot, tall, and warm?

"I'm Casey." I smiled at Seth.

He chuckled. "Oh trust me, I know. Paul Wall here won't shut up about you. For example this morning he was all 'Shes so adorable when sh-." He was cut off by Paul's fist that pounded into his shoulder before sending him spiraling to the ground. I widened my eyes and Paul and bent down to help Seth up.

"Seth? Are you okay? PAUL! What's wrong with you?" I looked back to Seth, to Paul, to Seth, to Paul again. Seth got up rubbing his shoulder.

Paul rolled his eyes. "He's fine." He then continued to lift me off the ground ignoring me as I squirmed in his arms. He didn't set me down until he had me and him sitting on a log across from the many people in different conversations at the bon fire.

"I can walk." I muttered.

It was very obvious to pick out the couples around the fire. There was one couple sitting on a peice of drift wood a few feet away from me and Paul. A tan petite woman was sitting on top of a giants lap. He had to be the biggest one here by far. The woman was absolutely beautiful. She had a pair of killer legs and long sily black hair. She was perfect, until she turned her face. Dark pink scars ran from her eye down to her shoulder. I shuddered at the thought that they might not stop there. I noticed myself staring and the man holding her noticed too. He gave me a dark scowl and I quickly looked away ashamed of myself.

I poked Pauls shoulder and he turned to me immeadiately. "Paul, who are they?" I nodded in the couples direction. Paul bent down to whisper in my ear. And I could have sworn he smelled my hair.

"Thats Sam and Emily. Don't stare." I nodded knowing it was already too late for that.

The other obvious couple would have to be another tall, muscular man (what a surprise) and a skinny lanky girl sitting close to his side. This girl was completely average. She wasn't at all ugly, but not pretty either. But hell, that guy looked at her like she was a fucking godess.

I pulled on Paul's shoulder to ask him who they were.

"Jared and Kim. They used to make me gag with all that lovey-dovey shit. They're the worst out of all the couples here." He shook his head.

"Used to?" I asked. He only nodded.

The last pair wasn't really a pair. It was a little girl with big brown eyes and whom I assumed was her brother playing barbies with her. I smiled. He was so serious about it too. Normal brothers would complain about that kind of stuff. But these boys wern't exactly normal either.

The last of the people were a few old folks, Jake who was flanked by two other tall boys, a girl who was just as tall as the rest of them, and two other kid-like monsters who were sitting next to Seth.

"Tell me the rest of the names?" I looked up at Paul.

"Kay. Well, the little girl and the panzy playing barbies is Claire and Quil. The old folks are Quil Atera, Sue Clearwater, and Jacobs father Billy Black. The two idiots sitting next to Jake are Quil and Embry. The girl Leah, she's bitchy sometimes, so just ignore her, I do. Anyways, the two little pests by Seth are Collin and Brady." I nodded knowing that I would never remember half those names.

Suddenly Billy Black cleared his throat and everyone immeadiately got quiet. He started telling a story I had heard part of in school this week at lunch. Jason was trying to scare me apparently but he wasn't holding any intrest to me. I was sneeking glances at Paul. The story was dumb until now. Because when Billy spoke he almost made me believe it.

He went on about how the tribe decended from wolves, and the third wife, and 'the cold ones'. From what I could tell it meant vampires.

Some where inbetween the story of a vampire clan I drifted off to sleep in Paul's warm arms.

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I felt myself being lifted and looked up to see Paul carrying me. I looked around, we were in the woods?

He smiled. "Good. Your awake." I nodded and gave a tired yawn.

He set me down in the leaves and plopped down next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and I was immeadiately warm. I smiled.

He didn't smile back like he normally does. And he was unusually quiet. He'd normally fill the silence up with chatter, which I loved because I was a talker.

I began to fidget. Why wasn't he talking?

He sighed. "Casey." I looked up at him.

"Paul."

"I have something to tell you, but your either going to think I'm crazy or your going to be afraid. Possibly both."

I cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

He was silent for a long moment. "You know how I'm so tall and warm?"

"Yes. What's that have to do with anything?"

He put a hand up to quiet me. I closed my mouth and looked at him. He seemed to be in pain. I waited and waited for him to talk. But 10 minutes had passed before he even looked at me again. And this time when he spoke he was in a totally different subject.

"Billy Black told a story tonight. It was the reason that I brought you here."

"Paul, would you just stop fucking around and tell me what your trying to say? I'm getting impatient."

He was on his knee's in a split second holding my chin with one hand and the other around my waist.

"Casey." He whispered. My breathing was ragged. He was so close.

Before I could move an inch his lips crashed into mine and his hands were tangled in my hair. He pushed me onto my back with his arms keeping him hovering above me, the whole time not breaking our kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself into him. A moan escaped his lips. His warm hands traveled to my waist and pulled me into him even closer which made us both gasp and moan before picking up our kissing again.

He licked my bottom lip and I let him in. Suddenly I was on top of him and he was under me on the ground.

He smiled at me. "Casey." He said again.

I took a deep breath trying to slow my eratic breathing. "Yes?"

"I'm a werewolf."

A/N: Tell me what you think!