"Dad." I mumbled, looking down

"Yeah, Bella? Why so glum, chum?" he replied

I sat down next to him, and looked him in the eyes. Might as well come right and say it. Like ripping off a bandaid. No warm water, none of that. I'll just tell him.

"Today, today," I ran my fingers through my hair "Today I turned into a wolf and broke Alice Cullens bedroom door."

He didn't look suprised at all. Not at all. Not even a little bit. He wasn't scared, or nervous, and he didn't look like he didn't believed me. He just looked, regretful? Sad, even. He raked a hand through his thinning brown hair and took a sip of his Vitamin Rainier.

"Bella, I don't want to anger you, so I'll just uh, say this one at a time. Like, a um, the talk, this is important. Uh, I guess, Billy will tell you more in debt about all this, but uh, you're a werewolf Bells."

"A what?" I wasn't shocked. I just saw myself morph into a gigantic white wolf, my boyfriends a goddamn vampire. So this actually seems like the most normal explanation. Like Taha Aki, I'll be a good werewolf. I'll save people just like the Quileute legends.

"Well, not a werewolf. More like a shapeshifter. Like from the tribe, not the Makah tribe, but Quileute legends. Taha Aki, the spirits, the Astral Projection. Yeah, that stuffs all true."

I nodded my head for him to continue as I grabbed a RedBull from the fridge, and a sandwich. I was extremely hungry lately, maybe because I was a werewolf, I don't know. But I know I've been eating more than a teenage boy. I took a chug from the can and a large bite from the sandwich. Charlie laughed at the sight, but continued.

"Yeah, but in the legends, the wolf genes get passed down in family, and come out when trouble is near, and there's one thing wrong with that. You're not Quileute."

He looked down and started fiddling with his thumbs. He was hiding something, something big.

"You're hiding something from me."

My dad finished his Rainer and looked me in the eyes. His eyes held so many apoligies, and he said something that no amount of training, no amount of torture, nothing, nothing at all, could ever prepare me for.

"Bella, you're not my biological daughter, you're adopted. I'm your uncle, not by blood, but, Billy is your real father. And don't think I don't love ya, because I do, you're my niece, and I love you so much. And-"

"Stop." I cut him off with a cold voice "I love you da- er, Charlie."