Calm

Leah was persistent.

Every day she would find a different way to try and get answer out of me. Sometimes she tried to trick me, as if I would let it slip accidently, but other times she would just blatantly say it. Then she would pry all she could until she reached breaking point with my constant stream of vague answers and, 'no's.

She would get so angry with me; sometimes she would give me the silent treatment, and ignore me completely. She's so stubborn, she would commit to her cause, until I apologized, and we would make up. After two months of it, she got used to getting over our small arguments quickly. For a while, she even stopped asking me, as if she was accepting that it was something I just couldn't share with her.

But just when I thought it was finally settled, the secret would get in the way somehow, and she was back on the pestering Sam train. Even though it was on the edge of annoying, I couldn't blame her for how she felt.

It was hard for me too, although it didn't seem like it to her, for me not to share a major part of my life with her. I hated having to hide things from her, and I wanted to tell her everything…but it was near impossible after Billy laid down the law.

Being a werewolf is a tough life.

But I was still cheating. Billy never said I couldn't talk to her…he just said I could never tell her. There was a loophole in his orders, and I wasn't about to confess to Billy that I was still secretly meeting with Leah.

He had told me it was too dangerous to be around her, that I could lose control at any instant and ruin her life forever. But I didn't believe that.

Actually, it was better now that I was with Leah again. I found that I could contain myself better when she was near, I didn't get so upset at things. She was like the key to my control. I needed her.

We were happier together. And for the most part, things were finally running smoothly in my life. Between the first transformation to now, i had found a certain peace in the midst of it all. I learned to cope with the changes, a certain acceptance of it all.

It was calm.

The calm before the storm.