Author's notes: hey, back again. Sorry about the long time, wrote this chapter twice and was trying to choose which one to use, so yea here it is ta dah!

And I also forgot to say a BIG thanks to Coyote Smith for giving me a brilliant idea which blossomed to become chapter 8. *face snack* (for being so rude)

So with that enjoy! And don't forget to review!

Stan sighed, why did she have to ask? He walked into the living room and fell onto the sofa; she followed and sat on the other end. "Well?" she asked, he looked to the floor

"I can't tell you" he answered and continued to look miserably at the ground; how could he tell the girl he loved that he was a monster? She would never speak to him again. "Stan" she broke the silence "you can tell me anything, we've been through a lot of crazy crap over the years-"

"This is different" he cut in, she sighed reached over and held his hand. Her touch made him feel warm and safe.

"How bad can it be?" she smiled,

"You don't know" he sighed

"Try me" he looked at her

"I'm sorry wens I just, can't" and then he looked back to the ground.

"Stan, what's going on? You're worrying me, why can't you go to the hospital? What will they find out?" she asked, why so many questions! He thought, she can't expect him to answer all of them. "They'll find out what I am" he answered

"So what are you?"

He stared into the beautiful grey and felt compelled to tell her, she slid closer, let go of his hand and placed it around his back, he inhaled sharply which caused her to grin. Smart move he thought.

She inched closer to his face, she wasn't grinning anymore but smiled back at him shyly as they were only millimetres away from each other. He looked at her dreamily and smiled, he moved closer, closing the distance between them; their noses touched and he could see the blush spread over her face.

They were both silent, just looking into each other's eyes, there was nothing needed to be said. He was filled with desire that had been building up over the years. He forgot everything, all his problems and worries and quickly moved his head lower, their lips finally met…

Her eyes widened at first as she was taken off guard by his actions which had surprised her, but then her eyes began to narrow and she looked dreamily at him. She quickly moved her hand up from his back and it found its way to his hair and she knotted her fingers in strands.

He felt like he had just been struck by lightning and she felt addictive, she was a drug that he never wanted to stop taking. She moaned softly, which made his heart beat faster, as his arm went round her waist and pulled her closer. She continued to kiss him back as each second they grew more passionate than the last.

Her other hand slowly moved along his bare chest and over the bandages. Each touch felt like little electric shocks and he shivered as her soft fingers traced his chest. A deep moan escaped his lips.

He watched her eyes flutter to stay open as he pressed harder on her lips. She did the same and returned with as much force as him. Her eyes now stayed closed and he did the same, enjoying every moment, he felt like there should be fireworks behind them and he thanked himself that he acted on impulse and found himself hungry for more.

He felt a growl build up in his chest, a sudden image appeared in his mind…Wendy's body lying lifeless on the floor with him standing over her, only he wasn't Stan anymore but the werewolf, with blood dripping off his mouth…

He abruptly pulled apart from her and backed off, too quickly so he fell off the back of the sofa. He panted heavily and saw her do the same, he could hear the loud and quick beat of her heart as she gasped for air trying to make up for the lack of oxygen she had during the long kiss.

She gave him a sheepish grin, but then changed to a look of hurt and confusion because of his sudden actions and his grim expression. He quickly backed further away and looked at her, she looked so hurt and it broke his heart. But he was a monster now and he could hurt her if he wasn't careful.

"Stan, what-why-" she broke off

"I can't, I'm sorry" he said.

"Why?" she repeated "it's what I want, you don't know how badly I've waited for that moment, with you"

"Me too, that was absolutely amazing. But I can't" he sighed.

"Why?" her voice shook.

"Because ill end up hurting you and if anything happened to you-" his voice broke off. She walked over to him "you're hurting me now, by not telling me" she reached out but he backed into the corner. "Tell me" she whispered "please, what's going on?" With his back against the wall and nowhere to run and hide, he had to face her and the truth came out.

"I'm-I'm a werewolf"

Ta dah! Well there it is, Wendy knows, but how will she react? Read on to find out...

Because I'm not telling you now!