Chapter 6

Stuck On You

Stuck on you 'till the end of time
I'm too tired to fight your rhyme
Stuck on you 'till the end of time
You got me trapped inside

Stuck On You- Paramore

The week passed. Paul promised to tutor me in Language but I had barely seen him all week. He managed to show up to school on Thursday after being gone on Tuesday and Wednesday. When I asked where he had been, he avoided the question, teasing me about worrying where he was and how I had missed him oh so much. His words, not mine.

While I refuted his claims, blowing them off, I was trying to hide that fact that I had, indeed, missed him.

It was crazy. I had only know Paul for a couple of days. I should not be missing him and worrying about him. What was the world coming to? What was I coming to?

Since Paul wasn't tutoring me, I had free time. The Internet could only take up so much of my time and my classes were proving to be easier than I thought. Honors History wasn't that much more difficult, it just moved faster. Algebra II was pretty easy too, but that was because I made sure to pay extra attention and take extra notes in that class. Now the people of the class were another story. Turns out, Samm had a couple of buddies that shared our Algebra class.

Krysta and Alexandra. I never knew three people could be so alike, in looks and personality. All three where unnaturally blonde and had even more unnatural tans. Which I didn't understand. They were all part Native American, even more than me. I didn't understand their need to be darker than they already were.

As if their bad dye jobs and horrible fashion sense weren't enough they were all bitches. I nearly felt like ripping my hair out of my head after being in the same room with all three of them. Smart-ass comments to the teacher, subtly insulting other students, trying to use their "beauty" to get what they want. It was maddening. Did they really have to so cliché? Every mean girl is portrayed like that, hence the movie, Mean Girls.

I could already tell that all three of them were going to be a problem. They tried to pry answers about my life back in New York out of me. At first Krys and Alex's attention seemed nice enough. They were just like the rest of the school, interested in the new girl. I could tell, though, that Samm didn't like the attention I was getting. The next day, Krys and Alex, along with Samm, were sinking their claws into me.

Another complication to my life: Day. He was a nice guy, but of course, Paul's words echoed in my head along with my inner voice who complained whenever Day flirted with me. I didn't flirt back much, unless I was in the presence of Paul. His jealousy flared something up inside me. I wasn't sure what it was, but I had this strange sense of pleasure whenever Paul got jealous which wasn't a whole lot. Day was the only guy he seemed to get jealous about.

Another phone call to Missy confirmed that she had been taken over by Planet Aimee. Wow. So much for friends forever, no matter what. Live with your heart? Her heart must be made out of clay they way she was so easily molded. That was what I told myself to feel better. I was hurt by Missy quick dismissal as me being her best friend and replacing me with my enemy.

My dad and my mom had both left me voicemails on my phone. I just erased my mom's but I felt bad about not talking to my dad. I was just so mad at him still.

Despite all this mess that my life was becoming, I had found my release.

Since Paul was too busy to be my tutor and it was now the weekend, I spent my free time dancing. My body thanked me after the short break I had taken; it had missed dancing.

I ran through the routine I had helped choreograph back at NYSPA. I ran through the exercises that Mrs. Lapski would make us do. It felt wonderful to use my muscles again, but there was only so much I could do in my cramped room. So I took my practicing to the beach. I was able to find a part that a rough square of flat rock. With my iPod on, I danced more freely to the music.

A lot of the time it was ballet, but I started infusing more modern dancing, which was what we had been starting to do before I left New York. I wasn't sure how long I had been dancing, but I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I turned to see Paul sitting on a piece of driftwood, his elbows on his knees while his head rested in his hands.

I pulled out my ear buds.

"What are you doing here?" I puffed, picking up my bottle of water, taking a long drink from it. Paul stood up and walked over, his tall frame hanging over me.

"Well, I went over to Harry's to tutor you, only to find out they you were doing "something" at the beach." He lifted his hands to make air quotes.

"Well I was doing something," I placed my hand on my hip, taking another drink of my water. "You've been MIA all week. I didn't think to expect you today."

He scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah. Sorry about ditching you all week. I had some things to do." He smiled sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, sure. I'm done here if you still wanted to tutor me," I offered, gathering my bag.

"Alright, Princess, let's go," He smirked, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. I growled at him, but held onto his hand, mostly because of my threatening inner voice. It didn't hurt that his hand felt so hot around my cold ones. Touching him bought a sense of warmth throughout my whole body.

"Are you all caught up on your homework then," I asked him. Surely he wouldn't put my needs before his school work.

His cheeks darkened. "Not exactly," he coughed.

"Paul," I scolded. "You have to do your homework first. That's more important than tutoring stupid me."

"You're not stupid," he amended. "School is not at the top of my priorities at the moment." He admitted albeit a bit annoyed at the fact.

I scoffed. "But school should really be our only priority right now. I mean, we're sixteen. What else do we have to worry about?" Even as I said this my own life came rushing before my eyes. Who the hell I was I trying to kid? There is so much shit going on for teenagers, it wasn't even funny.

"There is a lot that goes on behind closed doors, stuff that people don't see," Paul said. I didn't think he was completely with me at that moment. His face showed that he was some place else entirely.

"Yeah. I know what you mean," We were both hiding. I knew what I was hiding, but what was Paul hiding?

We arrived at the red house and went inside. Sue was in the kitchen cooking dinner and I knew Harry was gone for the day, fishing.

"Cate?" Sue's voice called out from the kitchen. Paul followed me as I scampered into the kitchen.

"Yes,"

She turned from the stove, setting down the spoon she had been stirring with. Her eyes lit up when she saw that Paul was with me. "Oh Paul, what are you doing here," Her eyes shot back and forth between Paul and I.

Paul flung his arm around my shoulder and said something in Quileute. Sue answered him back and he laughed. I felt the agitation creep up the back of my spine. I hated not knowing.

"Let's go," I muttered, tugging Paul up the stairs to my room.

"Leave your door open," Sue shouted from the kitchen making my face flush. Paul coughed a laugh as we entered my room, leaving the door open of course.

Paul cleared his throat. "Grab your workbook and we'll get started."

A hour and forty-five minutes later I threw my work book across my room. It hit the wall with a satisfying smack. "This makes no sense!" I felt like crying I was so frustrated. I fell back on my bed, feeling a tear escape. I hated that about myself. Whenever I got frustrated or didn't understand something, I cried.

Paul laid down next to me. "I know it's hard, but you just have to keep at it." His voice was trying to be comforting, but I was just too worked up. More tears came out. "Hey don't cry. You'll get it," Paul used his thumb to wipe away my tears.

"I just feel so stupid. I'm stuck in this retarded town with people I barely know, going to a stupid school where everyone stares at me and it's annoying. Now I have to learn the most difficult language ever. I mean seriously what were our ancestors thinking when they invented this language? I can't even begin to comprehend it." I took a shaky breath, sobbing a little. Paul opened his mouth but I wasn't done. "And the future I had is practically gone. I left it behind in New York. I highly doubt that I'll be able to get that future back without taking dance classes and competing." I rolled onto my side, my back to Paul. "I just want my life back,"

I felt Paul's huge, warm arm wrap around my waist, pulling me towards him. I really should have been uncomfortable with the fact that a guy I had only known for a week was so close to me but someone decided to brake that train of thought.

It's Paul for crying out loud. Suck it up and deal with the fact that a super hot , in both terms of the word, guy is holding you. Plus you already like him, what's the difference?

Oh, just shut up.

Hey. You're the one that likes him, I'm just nice enough to point it out for you.

Go away.

"What did you say?" Oops. I must have said that out loud.

"Nothing," I sighed. "Thanks for this Paul," His arm tightened around me. That did feel really nice. We laid there for a few minutes, not talking.

"I know that it's hard for you being away from home, and I understand what you mean when you say want your life back and your dreams," His voice got rougher as he said the last part. "But sometimes life gives you something and you just have to make the best of it." He took a deep breath. "Maybe you were meant to come here for some reason."

I shook my head. "I don't see how by going away from my future is meant to be,"

"You can still follow your dreams, Cate. You just have to find another way to do it." He had brought himself up on one elbow so he was leaning over top of me. "Don't be so pessimistic. You really want to dance then you will do anything so that you still have a handle on the future you want. You're good." He smiled down at me and I felt a blush creep onto my face.

"Thanks," I said, a little floored by his speech.

He's right, you know.

I decided not to say anything back to my inner voice, silently agreeing. Paul and my eyes held, warm dark chocolate pouring into icy blue-green. The tension in the air dissipated and was replaced with warmth as if someone had started a small fire. I could feel my heart speed up and I heard Paul's breathing becoming heavier. The warmth was wrapping around us in tight bubble. My inner voice was rejoicing in what was about to happen but the other part of my mind, the more sane part, was telling that this was way too fast and I was finding myself agreeing with that sane part. My body, though, was failing to comply with what I was telling it. Instead, I found myself moving closer to Paul, our faces so close.

"Cate, Paul. Dinner!" And the bubble of warmth was popped by Sue's shrill voice. Paul cussed underneath his breath as he got up off the bed, helping me up in the process. He took my hand and led me down the hall. I staggered slightly, still swooning over the moment that we had just had. My head was in a daze. Dammit Paul.

We sat down at the kitchen table, already crowded with just me there, but now Paul's monster form was taking up enough room for two people.

Between Sue's insistent questions, Seth's innuendos', Leah's glares, and Harry's grunting, dinner was awkward to say the least.

Paul was oblivious to it all as he shoveled food into his mouth. He ended up eating most of my dinner too since I couldn't stand most of it. I quietly munched on a salad, trying to ignore everyone but mostly the closeness of Paul. After what had almost happened upstairs, it was just a bit awkward now that I was sitting with our legs touching. I was still in my dancing clothes and Paul never seemed to wear anything but shorts and a threadbare t-shirt.

"How's the tutoring going?" Sue asked as if she somehow knew something almost happened, taking a bit of the greasy fish.

I shrugged, munching on my leafy salad. "Fine, I guess. I still don't know anything,"

"She's just being hard on herself. I'll have her speaking Quileute in no time," Paul boasted, thankfully shallowing his food first.

"I'm sure," Leah snorted as she moved the food around on her plate.

"Leah, I will have none of that attitude. Cate should be commended for trying even if she doesn't succeed." Sue reprimand Leah at the same time insulting me. That woman had talent and it was pissing me off.

I threw Sue my best fake smile, though it was crossing into a grimace. "Thanks so much for the encouragement Sue. Hopefully your not to disappointed when I fail," The anger bubbled up in me and I closed my eyes trying to force it back. No need to show them some of the traits I had inherited from my mother. My eyes snapped open when the lights in the dining room started to flicker.

"Must be a storm," Harry grunted but I barely heard him as I focused on the light. It flickered more and more as something started to swell within me.

"Alright, that's just freaky," Seth commented, his voice holding a scared tone. I closed my eyes again and suddenly glass could be heard shattering and everything went dark. We later found out that all the light bulbs in the house had been shattered. The electricity company blamed the age of the light bulbs along with outdated wiring. Somehow I knew, though, that that wasn't the truth. I couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for what had happened. And something made me believe that Paul also knew that it wasn't outdated wiring.

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My foot tapped impatiently as I waited for the last bell to ring. It was the last day of school before Thanksgiving break and Lucas would be arriving in just a hour.

So I waited with the other girls from my gym class by the doors, half my body already outside.

"Cate," The gym teacher, Mrs. Forest, called to me. "Inside," I rolled my eyes and stood on the very edge of the doorway. A few seconds later the bell rang and I half ran to my locker. I threw my books inside, put my coat and was headed towards the doors in record time. I wanted to see my brother.

I didn't wait for Seth or Leah, not that she ever really waited for me; she waited for Seth, who waited for me.

I threw my hood up and walked as fast as my legs would take me. The day was dark and gray, making the afternoon look like evening. I didn't care that dirty water was splashing up the back of two hundred dollar jeans or that my hood had come off and my hair was getting soaked. I hadn't seen my brother since he had come home for the summer when I was still in New York.

"Cate!" A voice I could recognize anywhere called out for me. I didn't stop, I merely turned around and kept on walking, just backwards.

"Sorry Paul. No time to talk." I turned back around and smiled when I saw that I only had one more turn and I would be at the red house. Paul and I had gotten closer in the pass couple of weeks. Thanks to his tutoring I could now at least understand the alphabet and I could manage to pronounce most of the words.

But along with the friendship, I felt something more growing between us. Paul and I weren't completely different, but we weren't the same either. But there was just something there and it reminded me of the first time we met all over again. That tightening in the pit of my stomach, the feel of heat in the air, the sense that we were the only two people in a room. It was amazing how lost we could get in our own personal bubble.

Paul got me like no one else did, unless they had lived with me my whole life. He understood me and I understood him. Opposites attract was my only explanation, though I knew that there was more to it than just that. I just didn't know what.

Paul suddenly materialized beside me, making me a bit uneasy. How the hell did he do that?

"You meant it when you said you were excited to see your brother," He chuckled.

I smiled up at him. "Of course. I haven't seen Luke in so long. I miss him," The melancholy thought made me walked even faster.

"I'm guessing no tutoring while we're on break,"

I shook my head. "No way, not with Lucas here."

Paul rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, uh, can I still come over?" He looked over at me. "I mean, to hang out. Thanksgiving isn't much of a holiday at my house," the corners of his mouth twitched down a bit.

"Uh, sure," I answered. "I don't know what Lucas will want to do." I shrugged. "Probably just veg out and play some video games,"

Paul chuckled. "I think I'll like your brother,"

I smiled. "I hope you do. Lucas is a great brother. If I didn't have him, well I would probably would have done a lot of idiotic things," I picked up the pace as I saw the red house. I could hear Paul's laughter as I nearly ran to the house.

I bust through the door, kicking off my shoes.

"Already at home here, I see," I heard the playful voice of my brother behind me. I threw myself into his arms.

"Lukey!" I cried as he caught me, holding me to him. I was so happy to see my brother, I didn't notice how much brighter the lights had gotten in the foyer. I pulled away from Lucas and studied him. He hadn't changed one bit. Well, maybe he was a bit taller and he looked like he had been hitting the gym, a lot.

"How's my little Catie," Lucas asked as he ruffled my hair. That was the great thing about him; I would always be Catie to him, not Cate the Ballerina, not Cate the Smart Ass, just Cate.

"Better, now that you're here." I looked up at him. "Man, do you ever stop growing? And I don't see how you are as big as you are when all you do is play video games and eat ramen."

"Hey now, I do go to class and do my homework, most of the time." he winked at me, both of us knowing that he was going to achieve a perfect 4.0 GPA. Yeah, Lucas was kind of perfect and it made want to throw up half the time.

"Sure, sure. So are you all settled in?" I asked him as we walked into the living room where I saw a pillow and a blanket neatly folded at the one end of the long sofa and Lucas' duffel bag resting on the floor.

"Yep!" He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. It was then that I noticed Paul was leaning against the wall.

"Oh, how rude of me. Lucas," I turned him around, feeling his hot skin under my hand. "This is my friend Paul. Paul this is my brother, Lucas,"

"Nice to meet you," They shook hands quiet roughly and I could sense Lucas go into overly protective brother mode. They stared at each other with level gazes. It was as if they recognized each other and they both shook slightly. I could see the electricity between them.

I coughed, trying to break the tension. "Paul has been helping me in one of my classes," I said to Lucas. He turned to look at me, his gaze softer. "You have to learn the Quileute language here and well, I don't know a damned thing. Poor Paul has been torturing himself trying to tutor me. But you know that I'm not good with languages." I took a breath, hoping I had talked enough to dispell the tension. "So did you talk to Sue and Harry?" I asked Lucas.

He sighed, closed his eyes and opened them again. "Yea, I did. They said I can stay as long as I want," he smiled at the end and wrapped an arm around me, trapping me in between his hot arm and hot side.

"Geez Lucas," I complained, pushing his arm off of me. "You're like a freaking oven," I didn't miss the look at Lucas and Paul shared. I looked back and forth between them. "Alrighty then. Lukey, do you want to see my room?" I grabbed his hand before he could answer and pulled him upstairs shouting to Paul that we would be right back. I flung open my door with a "Tah-dah!"

"Nice to see you've made yourself at home," He nodded at the desk covered in CDs and books. I smiled. "It's a little..."

"White?" I supplied and he nodded, chuckling. "I know. I want to paint it but I don't have a way around,"

He nodded. "Have you talked to Mom or Dad lately?"

I sighed. "Did they tell you to ask me that?" He shrugged and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes. "No, okay. I haven't called them."

"Why don't you at least call Dad? He does miss you,"

I crossed my arms. "I know, I'm just... I'm really pissed off, okay?" I sniffed. "He knows how important my dancing is to me and still he sent me away from it," I felt the a couple of tears escape. Lucas wrapped his arms around me and cried into his chest.

"You know why he did it," Lucas rubbed my back, trying to sooth me. "It's a good thing he did. Mom is going totally ballistic. She moved out of the apartment, shacked up with some young doctor from the hospital and is going after everything, even our trust funds." Lucas' voice was very level, too level. He trembled slightly.

"What a bitch," I sniffled. "I can't believe it. She can't touch those, can she?" If she got hold of our trust funds it would be the end of the world for us.

"Mostly likely not. Dad put a lot of stipulations on those trust funds."

"Good," I sighed, leaning into Lucas even more. "I'll call Dad tonight, okay?" I looked up at him and he wiped the tears off my cheeks, smiling down at me. "Let's go downstairs. You haven't met Seth and Leah yet," I pulled out of his arms and started down the hallway; Lucas followed behind me. Seth was kicking off his shoes when we reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey Cate," He smiled at me and then his eyes drifted to Lucas. "Hey man, I'm Seth," He stuck out his hand and shook Lucas' very enthusiastically. Lucas smiled at Seth.

"Nice to meet you. So where is this Leah," On cue, Leah walked through the door, shaking out her long black hair.

"Hey Leah," I called to her. She whipped her head around to look at me. I barely spoke to her directly. "This is my brother Lucas," I gestured to him like a game show hostess and noticed from the corner of my eye that Paul had drifted over to my side. I smiled at him over my shoulder, but his eyes were trained on something next to me, my brother to be precise. I looked up at Lucas and noticed his eyes were glued to Leah just as hers were stuck on him. Something passed between them.

"Luke," I questioned, shaking his arm and he seemed to snap out of it but he ignored me and went straight over to Leah, sticking his hand out to shake hers. With glazed eyes she took his hand.

"Hi," She said shyly. Wait, shyly? Leah? What the hell? "I'm Leah,"

"Lucas," My brother said his voice rather low. Why hadn't they let go of each other hands? I shot a look over at Paul and he looked like he somehow understood the psychotic sight taken place right before my eyes. I whipped my head back over to look at Lucas and Leah who were still holding hands and staring into each others eyes. Gross but it felt familiar. How though? My annoyance grew and the lights in the foyer blinked.

"Easy Cate," Paul whispered in my ear and the lights returned to their normal glow. "Let's leave them be,"

"But-" Before I could get anymore out Paul was pulling us out the door, grabbing my shoes and coat. As I bunny hopped into my shoes, I yelled at Paul. "What the hell, dude?"

"We'll talk as soon as we get out of hearing range," He said as he grabbed my arm as I tried to pull on my coat. I kept silent as Paul pulled me away from the road and into the trees. I wasn't sure how longed we walked but we stopped as soon as Paul found a rather large clearing in the trees. He released me and paced back and forth, his body trembling slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew?" He asked, half yelling.

My brow furrowed. "Knew what?"

"What I- what we are?" He stressed.

I crossed my arms. "I have no clue what you are talking about!"

Paul gritted his teeth and trembled a bit more. "How could you not? You're brother is one of us!"

I had no clue what he was going on about? "What are you talking about!? I don't know what you mean!" I threw my arms into the air, slamming them down at my sides. "Mind filling me in?"

Paul growled -wait, growled?- and threw his fist into a tree leaving a deep indentation.

"Tell me what the hell is going on! Now, Paul!" I ordered and he took a breath and then flung himself off the tree.

"I can't tell you." He whispered. "I can only show you." He flung off his shirt and tugged off his jeans and shoes, leaving himself naked.

"Whoa! Paul! Can't you show me with clothes on?" I stressed as I turned around, my face on fire.

His ass is even nicer than I thought.

Shut up! Now is not the time for the peanut gallery.

Admit it! He is fine as hell.

God dammit! Fine. He is a super hottie! Can you go away now?

Just turn around.

No he's naked!

All the more reason to.

I hate you.

Don't hate yourself.

Idiot.

Retard. Now turn around.

I did as my inner voice said and turned around. Paul was still standing there, naked, but with his back -and super fine ass- towards me.

"You're not gonna rape me or anything, right?" I tried to joke but he stood there, still as stone.

"Just...stay...where you are, Cate," Then, before I could blink, Paul's shape began to shimmer around the edges and slowly it changed becoming larger and -wait, furrier?- completely taking over Paul's body. I blinked and suddenly there was a huge dark sliver wolf standing in front of me.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed quietly, throwing my hands over my mouth. Then, like a crazy woman, I started laughing. I fell to the ground and just laughed hysterically. The huge animal in front of me just sat down and tilted its head to the side and watched me.

I wiped the tears off my face and stood up. "Okay. This has got to be a dream or a really bad trip. Maybe I'm in a coma because people do NOT morph into giant dogs!"

The beast looked at me and huffed. "Fine, wolf. Better?" It nodded it's head. "Oh my god! It can understand me." I started pacing back and forth. "Alright. Where is Paul? Did you eat him?" The wolf rolled his eyes and huffed. "Are you sitting on him?" He barked a laugh. I gulped. "Are you...Paul?" He nodded his head, rolling his eyes. "Oh shit. This isn't real. Stuff like this just doesn't exist," I said, pacing again. I looked to the right of me and stared into the dark forest. I started walking further in, ignoring the protesting barking next to me. Then, I started running. As fast as I could. I just needed to get away, clear my mind.

I wasn't sure how long I was running, but it started raining in true Washington style. My coat had become waterlogged so I took it off and left it behind me on the forest floor.

No. Werewolves DO NOT exist. My brother was not a wolf-man and neither was Paul. It all had to be a bad dream that I would be waking up from very soon.

I kept running, running away from the truth. There had to be more to this, though. There was never just one thing, there was always something more.

Dammit! Why couldn't things just be easy for just once. The guy I was well on my way to liking, though I had only known him for a month, was able to transform into a horse-sized wolf and apparently, judging by our conversation, my brother was also a werewolf. Plus, there was something funky going on with me. I had been trying to ignore it the best I could, but I knew something was up.

There was a flash of light and a couple of seconds later there was loud, rumbling thunder. It was if I could feel the electricity in the air and it gave me energy. That was what I needed to keep running.

I knew it was my fault that all the light bulbs in the house had broken that one night. I knew it was me whenever the lights would flicker, dim, or get brighter. It was me. All me. I didn't want it. Why couldn't I just be normal? That was all I wanted: normalcy.

I felt the tears running down my face, mixing with the rain, as I continued to run. I didn't know where I was or how far I had ran when I finally did stop. I was in the middle of a clearing of some sort. There were no trees, just open sky pouring out its tears along with mine. Light flickered across the sky and there was loud crackling. Somehow, somewhere along the way I had lost my shoes and I was barefoot.

I paced, thinking.

Okay so Paul was a werewolf. So was my brother and I was willing to bet so was a handful of other Quileutes. That was the truth. I just had to accept it. Why deny what is right in front of your face?

I looked up when I heard a sound from the trees. Stepping out of the shadows was Paul, dressed in his usual cut offs. I crossed my arms and tried to stay warm all the while avoiding looking Paul in the eye.

"Cate, are you alright?" he asked, stopping to just a few feet away. I stopped wearing a hole in the earth and turned to look at him.

"What else is there?" I yelled at him over the rain and thunder. He stared at me, thinking. "Just tell me, dammit! I deserve to know the whole truth."

He sighed. "Fine. I imprinted on you."

I rolled my eyes. "What the hell is 'Imprinting'?"

"It comes along with being a wolf." He muttered just loud enough for me to hear. "The blazing hot skin, the growth, all of it has to do with being a wolf. Imprinting, well, Sam thought it was just another myth, another story. But now that all of us have imprinted, well I never really thought it was a myth anyways." he rambled.

"Paul what is it? You still haven't told-"

"It's like love at first sight, but not." That stunned me. Love? Was he serious?

"How is it not like love at first sight?" I managed to get out.

He took a breath. "It's not like love at first sight because its much, much stronger than that." Stronger? "When a wolf imprints, all he can see is that person, that girl. He doesn't think about anyone else. She is the most important thing to him. She is what holds him to this earth. He revolves around her. He will never love anyone else like he loves her."

"Doesn't she get a choice in the matter?" I retorted. This was all to cavemanish for me.

He chuckled. "What else will she choose when she has her other half?"

"Maybe she'll develop a crush on the neighbors dog," I joked, smiling. Paul broke into a even bigger smile.

"Maybe," He allowed. After a few minutes he asked me, "Are you okay with all this? I didn't know that you didn't know that your brother was one of us,"

"I'm...dealing with it. How did you know about my brother,"

"I could just...sense it. We had been feeling a presence of sorts. We weren't sure what it was, but I guess now we know." He shrugged.

"What do you mean, 'feeling'?" I asked, rubbing my arms. Now that I was out of my crazy woman state of mind, reason was falling back into my mind. It was as cold as balls out and I didn't have a coat or shoes. My teeth chattered a little.

"Dude, your freezing. Let's get you back to Harry's and I'll explain it all to you," With that he tucked me under his hot arm and started warming me up with his body heat. We reentered the dark forest where the rain was less heavy. "Do you realize how far you ran?" Paul asked me after a couple of minutes of silence.

"Um, no?"

He chuckled. "Were almost three miles from La Push. Who knew the ballerina could also be a track star,"

"Shut up-OW!" I yelled as I bashed my toe off a rock. "Stupid rock," I said, stopping to rub my injured toe.

"You know, we could go a lot faster if I was a wolf," Paul muttered to me, rubbing the back of his neck.

I thought about that. Was I ready to really face the cold, furry truth?

Why deny what is right in front of you? That's what you said.

Don't remind me. Now or never, right?

Right.

"Alright. Go do your transforming thing," I said, backing away from Paul. He smiled slightly and ran behind a tree. He tossed his shorts to me, hitting me in the face.

"Watch it wolf-boy!" He chuckled and it suddenly turned into a bark. Wolf Paul was pretty scary. He was huge and a pretty dark sliver color. He walked over and laid down in front of me, lowering his shoulder so I could get on him. I straddled him and grabbed onto his fur when he stood up. It was surprisingly really soft.

"Okay. Paul," He turned and looked at me over his shoulder. "Just take it easy. I was never really big on thrill rides," He barked another laugh and then took off. It was sort of like riding a horse but a little bit faster. I ended up burying my face into Paul's neck as he picked up speed. Soon than I thought possible, we were back at the tree line and I hopped off Paul's back. He grabbed his shorts out of my hands with his teeth and ran behind a tree. Seconds later Paul emerged, buttoning his shorts.

"Alright," He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the trees and started walking but not towards the red house.

"Where are we going?" I asked, holding onto his hand and drifting closer to his warmth.

"My house," He answered in a tight voice.

Oh boy.

AN: Hi everyone! Sorry I took so long updating. But here it is. All ten pages and 6500 words. Yes. It's long. w00t! Do you wanna see Cate's outfit that I didn't describe? Then head over to my homepage and check it out. It's pretty sweet. So, let's see. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR REVIEWS THUS FAR!!! I love hearing from you guys. Muah! Thanks for sticking with me and my sparse updates.

THIS is not the end of Cate dealing with the wolves. Oh no. If you understand Cate at all you would know that she is going to fight like hell to avoid the truth. Right now, she is in shock and is just trying to deal with it. Be prepared for more of Cate's Inner Voice and her avoiding all that she can. Let me know what you think might happen in your review!

Love goes to these people for reviewing last chapter: Fire Daughter, writer'sblock7777, pearberry14, Nekokitten1123, sportychevyfan, vipishere, I'm-The-Invisible-Girl, 93, A Single Broken Frame

sportychevyfan- Thanks so much! Yes. Day is here to stay. I got a lot of things planned for him.

Writer'sblock777- To bad I don't have any good excuses this time around. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think I need to go back and re-read. Lol.