Sorry about the wait, life is kind of sucking at the moment.

I have a Dnaces with Wolves refrenece in here, so if i get it wrong tell me. I haven't seen the movie, my parents had brought it up last night and I realized it would fit perfectly into the story. =] Enjoy even though it's short.

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Chapter 9 – My Ducky, My Two Socks

"I don't want to lose you."

It was so quiet I wasn't quite sure that I had heard it right. But the only thing I could hear besides us was the snow landing gently on trees and grass, flowers and people. I held her tighter against me.

"I'm not going anywhere. No matter what it is you have to tell me, I'm not going anywhere," I vowed.

She pushed herself slightly away from me, her eyes wet, vulnerable, and sadness echoed in their green depths. She looked at the ground. "I-I…" she trailed off yet again before finally looking up at me, snow mingling with her tear streaked cheeks. "Wyatt, I'm a werewolf."

~Wyatt's POV~

You know, there are times in life when you just can't believe something happened. Like, when you're watching a football game and it's the Super Bowl, one team is completely undefeated all season, but then they lose to the team that isn't undefeated, the underdogs if you will. You can't help but sit there for a minute, all quiet, and tell your brain, that totally just happened. Since it was so probable they would win, losing just wasn't even an option.

Yeah, right then was one of those times.

See, I have this really great girlfriend. It's comfortable around her, like sitting in front of a fire and watching the ember burn brightly, feeling all kinds of safe and protected. I can talk to her about anything, and for however long we want to, because it's just easy like that. I have to hold her hand because touching her makes my skin burn (no pun intended.) I have to see her and remind myself that this all isn't a dream, that guys like me can so get girls like her.

And when you have a girlfriend like that, you have to be supportive of her and her beliefs.

So I stare at her for about ten seconds before bursting out into laughter.

Because sometimes, you can't always be supportive of their beliefs. Especially when you're super, awesome, extra spectacular girlfriend just told you she was a werewolf.

Mac pulled herself out of my arms and walked backwards, looking out into the forest lining her property. She was shaking dangerously and the look on her face, like someone had died, had me sobering instantly.

I didn't believe in things like magic, and werewolves, and vampires, or fairy's and gnomes, and zombies. Stuff like that, it doesn't exist. We don't live in Disneyland or Never Never Land. We live in the horrid world of reality. And if Mac really believed she was some huge furry animal, then I wouldn't hesitate in getting help for her.

She began wiping furiously at her cheeks and eyes, shaking so bad she accidently jabbed her eyes a few times and muttered very unladylike curse words.

I wasn't sure how to approach this situation. I knew she was hurting over the fact that I didn't believe her, but she needed someone to tell her this fantasy of hers wasn't real. Especially if her parents indulged her little fairytale trips.

"Mac… come here, let me hold you," I whispered, holding my hand out to her.

She stared at it speculatively, as if she was waiting for me to run at any second. "You don't believe me." It wasn't a question, merely a statement of fact. And her deadpan tone chilled me to the bone more then the coldness of the air.

"Mac, please," I pleaded, watching as she began trembling even more so.

She shook her head and looked back at the forest. "You don't believe me. But I know a way to make you."

Before I could contradict, she darted in between some trees so fast she was a blur. I blinked rapidly, trying to understand, but I didn't have time because I heard a whining, like a dog in pain. And I wasn't all too keen on the whole wild wolves thing. I was so not a Dancing with Wolves person and didn't need a Two Socks following me around.

I looked over just as a large, snow white… thing emerged from the forest. It was at least seven and a half feet of pure muscle and strong jaws and legs. Its muzzle was down, its ear pressed against its skull and its tail was tucked between the ginormous hind legs.

I stumbled backwards but tripped on a rock or a log or something, I don't remember. I landed on the snow hard enough to cringe and the wolf was immediately at my side, nuzzling my ribs with its huge head.

I stared at the… thing… scared and a little… mystified. I knew that I was supposed to run, 'cause I was scared, however, at the same time, I felt safe. It was then, when I realized I wasn't so much as terrified as awed by its beauty, I was struck by the eye color of the wolf/horse/bear creature. Wolves, from what I learned on the Animal Planet, where a dark brown color, kind of like Hayden and Devin's eyes. But this wolf's were… emerald green. Leaf green, grass green, MacKayla green.

"Mac?" I raised a trembling hand towards the animal and it laid down beside me so I was able to reach its soft fur.

A loud rumble, almost like a purr erupted from the animal – Mac – as I rubbed it's – her – ears.

Perplexed, I traced my hand down the muzzle and she nuzzled my palm like she would when we were together.

"Not that you aren't beautiful or anything, but is there a possibility that you could change back into my MacKayla? It would be nice to talk to her," I said softly, rubbing her ears again.

The animal rolled her eyes and darted back to the trees. A second or so later, Mac emerged, her eyes a little nervous yet happy at the same time. She walked towards me and reached out with her hand. I took it and let her pull me up to my feet so I wasn't sitting on the frozen ground. My ass however, was drenched, but that was a whole 'nother story.

"I'm not a retard, you know," she muttered almost teasingly, but the tension in her body told me she wasn't as relaxed as she wanted to play off as.

I tentatively reached out and traced her cheekbone with a shaky finger. "So you're really a… werewolf, huh?"

She looked up at me through wet lashes and nodded. "Yeah, yeah I am."

I dropped my hand and ran it through my hair. "Wow, and here I thought I wasn't a Two Socks kind a guy," I mumbled beneath my breath.

"Two Socks?" Mac asked.

"You know, Dances with Wolves, that Kevin Costner movie. The confederate solider is left with Indian's and he's followed by this wolf he later names Two Socks because the wolf's front feet were white. Your front feet are a light brown. Two Socks."

She smiled up at me. "Your taking this better then I thought. It wasn't until after I had phased that I realized I might scare you."

I smiled crookedly. "Oh, trust me you did. But I felt oddly safe around you, and your green eyes were comfortable. I love your eyes."

"I have a lot of stuff to tell you," she said.

"I figured as much, but can we go someplace warmer? It's kind of cold out here."

She grinned up at me. "Oh, right. Sometimes I forget you human's get cold easily."

I cocked an eyebrow at her words. "Mac," I murmured as she led me away from the house, "how old are you? Really. You're not like, older then me, are you?"

She interlaced our fingers together and the warmth of her palm warmed my frozen hand. "No, at least I don't think I'm older then you. I'm eighteen. We went to kindergarten, but I have very protective brothers." At this point, she had brought me to the six-car garage and began working the padlock on the side door. It looked state of the art. "When a bully was picking on me while we were playing during recess, Aiden and Ravyn phased, nearly killing the child. Carlisle had to move us and my parents never let us go back to school until now."

She opened the door after doing a series of different combinations. Warm air hit me as the door swung open and I nearly ran inside, taking my coat off and laying it on a workbench. I turned around and felt my jaw go slack as I stared at the inside. It might have six garage doors, but it was deeper then it looked from the outside. There were a total of nine cars and two motorcycles not to mention four ATVs and three dirt bikes. The less expensive car was probably the Volvo or the Cadillac. The Mustang, maybe, but it looked original. There was a red, racy Ferrari, and a white Lamborghini Spyder, a red BMW, a black Mercedes, and a Mercedes Guardian in sleek black. There was a red orange Indian next to a shinny Sportster with handlebars that were barley legal.

"Wow," I breathed.

Mac rubbed the back of her neck and walked slowly towards where I was standing. "Yeah. We're… pretty wealthy."

"Do you guys steal from banks or something?" I asked in a breathy voice so she would know I was teasing. I looked at from the corner of my eyes just incase.

She smiled slightly so I knew she understood what I meant. "No, but I'm not sure your ready for the full truth of everything," she whispered, staring into my eyes.

I turned towards her and tucked a strand of her hair behind an ear. "I totally just went face to face with a werewolf, Two Socks. I think I can face everything you have to tell me."

She rolled her eyes. "Please tell me you aren't going to start calling me Two Socks," she said dryly.

"Oh, I am. It's a cute nickname for you." I kissed her nose playfully.

She eyed me skeptically. "Why are you taking all of this so easily?" she asked.

I stood back on my heels, thinking about it. I honestly didn't know how I was taking all this so easily, but thinking she was insane, thinking I was insane, thinking this whole situation was insane, felt wrong. Because I knew that if I truly felt that way, I would be running away and never, ever see her again. Just the thought tore my heart from my chest. I had to take this in stride, or it would feel unnatural to not trust her.

"I think," I said, "that I've always believed that you were some fairytale creature. Like if I were to pinch myself, you would disappear. But it all makes sense now. All those times you would act weird, all those times I would catch you doing nothing but you acted as if I just saw you snorting coke. Deep down, I'm pretty sure I knew already knew that you weren't really human. Is that weird?"

She shook her head. "No, I understand what you mean."

I cupped her face with my palm. "So, will you tell me the whole truth?"

She sighed and reached up to hold my hand to her face before turning her head and kissing the center of my palm. "I don't want you to be scared of me," she whispered.

"I won't be. There is nothing you can say that will have me retreating with my tail between my legs, no pun intended." I smirked.

She went over and sat on a four-wheeler. I sat down beside and let her play with my fingers as she spoke. "It's a long story," she warned.

"I've got time," I said, kissing each one of her fingertips, waiting for her to go on, urging her silently to trust me like I was trusting her.

She took a deep breath. "Carlisle isn't my father nor did he adopt me. He's my great grandfather. And it all started with him. See, he was born back in the mid sixteen hundreds to a priest of a father. His father, well, he hunted vampires. One night, Carlisle was bitten by a real one and hid himself in potatoes for the three days it takes for the human body to absorb all the venom. On the third day, your heart will finally stop, and you are basically the undead. Carlisle learned that he could drink the blood of the animals rather then the blood of human, for he could never take the life of a human.

"After two century's of studying medicine in Italy he decided to become a doctor. See, he feels at peace at the hospital." She paused to take a breath and I used that as an opportunity to quest my thirst for knowledge on vampires.

"He's a vampire!?" I squeaked.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose with her free hand. "I told you that you weren't ready for the truth of all this," she muttered, her voice wavering slightly.

"No, I am, it's just… wow. That's all, wow. Wait, so if he isn't your father, then who is?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

She laughed lightly. "I'm getting there. So, it took Carlisle years to ignore the call of human blood. But he did it. He was working in Chicago when the Spanish Influenza hit in 1919. Edward Anthony Masen and his mother Elizabeth were sick, and they had already lost Edward Sr. to the flu when Elizabeth had begged Carlisle to change Edward, to save her baby. To save him in anyway possible. Carlisle, by that point in his long existence, was lonely. He was at the hospital more then he should to pass off as human but he couldn't go home to an empty house, an empty life.

"After Elizabeth died that night, he warred with himself over changing Edward. But he could see Edward's life draining from his very face and the decision was made. He changed Edward. Over the years, Edward had to master the art of mind reading. See some vampires have special gifts –"

"He can read my mind?!" I yelled getting off the ATV and pacing before her. He was hearing everything I had ever thought about, my mother, Mac… Everything. He knew everything.

"Yes," Mac murmured, a crease marring her brows. "He can, but he tunes them out in respect to the person's privacy," she tried to reassure me.

I sat back down, breathing hard. "I overreacted, didn't I?" I placed my hand back in hers.

"No, you didn't. Would you like for me to go on?" When I nodded, she said, "So Edward could read minds. They moved to Ashland where Carlisle found Esme Platt nearly dead after she tried to commit suicide. She lost her child and her husband was very abusive, so she jumped from a cliff. Carlisle had treated her when she was sixteen for a broken ankle and had never forgotten her, so to see her dying in the morgue where everyone had assumed she had passed on already, was too hard. He changed her, too. They got married not long after. Carlisle changed most of my family. Like Rose who had been left for dead on the street by her fiancé. Emmett, who Rose found in the Appalachian Mountain Range, was being mauled by a bear. They fell in love soon after. Alice and Jasper however… Alice was in a mental institution as a human for seeing images of the future. A vampire changed her after falling in love and learned she was being tracked by another vampire named James. She then found Jasper, who feels emotions of others, and together they found the Cullen's."

"Wow," I breathed when she went to take in a ragged breath.

"I'm not done yet. Years went by and they moved from place to place until 2003 when they settled in Forks, Washington. In 2005, Bella Swan moved to town with her father, Charlie." Mac's eyes were filled with love every time she spoke of Edward and of Bella. "Bella was a human when she and Edward fell in love. Their story is probably the longest, so I won't get into all the details. There were many obstacles that they had to face before getting married in 2006. Over their honeymoon, Bella got pregnant, something no one had seen coming for vampires were impotent. But we all learned that only females were impotent.

"Anyway, the pregnancy was horrific, or so I was told. It lasted a month and almost killed her. But she gave birth to Renesmee, nearly dying in the process, so Edward had to change her by injecting his venom into her bloodstream. Renesmee is half human, half vampire. Jacob was Bella's best friend, a werewolf who Edward hated because he was in love with Bella. Jacob im… he, err, fell in love with Renesmee once she got older and she got pregnant. They got married and had me, Ravyn, and Aiden."

"Wait, he fell in love with Bella but then married her daughter?" What the hell? That's more then a little wrong.

"This isn't coming out right. Ugh. Okay, see Renesmee was full grown by the time she was seven and as long as werewolves keep phasing, their bodies don't grow, which means they don't age, just like vampires. There is this thing that werewolves do and it's called imprinting."

"Like the duckies?" I asked, feeling all kinds of confused.

"Duckies?"

"You know, when the duck is born and the first thing it sees, it believes is its mother. It's called imprinting."

She sighed, agitated. "No, not like duckies. It's like… love at first sight. Like nothing but that one person is the only thing holding you to the Earth. You would do anything for that single person who holds your heart. She or he is your everything.

"Like Leah and Aiden -- Leah was part of Jake's pack, and when Aiden was born, she imprinted on him. Now their engaged."

"But he was a baby!" I yelled. This whole day was the weirdest day I had ever had.

She ran a hand over her forehead. "I told you before –"

"That I wasn't ready for the truth. Yeah, I know, but you would've had to tell me sooner or later."

She sighed again. "So, anyway… here we are. Jake and Nessie are my… parents."

I flew off the quad again. "Wow! That's why he hates us together! Oh my GOD! He's been catching us all those times and I just thought he was like, really protective but he's you FATHER!"

Mac twiddled her thumbs. "Yeah, I'm getting pretty pissed at him over that. He needs to trust me more."

"My God, he's going to murder me!"

"Okay, now you are overreacting," she muttered glaring at me.

"Right, sorry." I ran a hand through my hair for the millionth time that day. I sat back down. "So, I'm your imprint, huh?" I guessed picking up her hand.

She stared at me wide eyed and jumped off the ATV, pacing before me. She was shaking again. "How did you know?" she asked, stopping before me

"Because what you described is how I feel about you." I grabbed her hand and yanked her to me, spreading my legs so she could stand between them. I placed my hands on her hips as she looked like she was about to continue.

"This is… this feeling, having you know what I am, it's like a weight has been lifted off my chest. God, Wyatt, I don't get you. How can you take this so…" she trailed off, her eyes wild.

"Because," I began, rubbing her hips and trailing a hand up to cup her cheek, bringing her gaze to mine. "Because I love you. Everything about you. I know if I was some… hobbit thing you wouldn't run away. I refuse to run away just because you're something I don't even fully understand yet. You can't control what you're born into, and there is nothing that could make me not like you, not trust you. Right now, I am a little freaked out and feel like I have a hangover but as long as we're still together, I couldn't care less."

Her eyes were misting and I knew she hated to cry, and she had cried so much before, outside. I leaned up and brushed my lips to both her eyelids and then her cheeks, kissing her tears away. "Don't cry, Two Socks. I love you so much; it hurts to see you cry."

A hysterical sob wrenched through her and she kissed me so deeply that by the time she pulled away I was ready to strip her naked and ravish her on the cement floor of the garage. "I love you!" she screamed. "I love you, I love you, I love you! You don't understand how you make me feel! I'm not fully human, so you're bringing out all these emotions, all these feelings. I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much that I want to tell you everything! I love you… so much…" she trailed off as I kissed her.

She was my everything. I really didn't care what she was, because on the inside, she was still my MacKayla. She was still the girl of my dreams, someone I could never leave. She healed me when I was hurt, she loved me when I had no reason to deserve her. And hearing her mutter, "I love yous" between kisses was music to my ears. Because I wanted to hear it for all eternity.

"I don't want to go back inside," I said after a few minutes.

"Me either," she agreed, attacking my lips with hers. "I love you," she said on a sigh.

"I love you two," I breathed.

"My little ducky," she whispered against my lips.

I raised a brow at her and she grinned, nipping my lower lip with her teeth.

"If you call me Two Socks, then I can you ducky," she declared.

"Fine Two Socks," I said playfully.

"Fine Ducky," she mocked, kissing me deeply.

I'm her ducky and she's my Two Socks. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

~Mac's POV~

He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. HE LOVES ME! I wanted to scream it out to the world. He was my everything. My imprint, my ducky. I loved him so much that I wasn't sure if I was going to combust or if I was going to cry at the pleasure of knowing how he feels about me. Knowing that he isn't in the dark about what I am.

Aww! Mackie is in l-o-v-e, love! Ravyn said in a sing-songy voice.

Ravyn, shut up, your ruining the moment. I'm proud of you Mac, for trusting him with what we are, and I'm sorry we didn't hide it as well as we had promised.

Aiden, its fine. I love you guys, you do know that right?

Aiden! Quick, she's sick; she just said she loved us! Do CPR!

Ravyn, incase you haven't noticed, your pissing her off. Shut the hell up! Aiden growled.

I smirked. I really did love them even though I currently wanted to throttle Ravyn.

"What are you smiling at?" Wyatt asked, sucking on my lower lip.

I moaned a little before answering. "Just my brothers."

He pulled back. "You think about your brothers while we make out?" he asked, perplexed.

"No! Oh, I forgot to tell you that part. As wolves, when we're in that form, we can read the other's mind. But Ravyn, Aiden, and I can read minds as humans too. They were just congratulating me."

"You guys can read each other's minds?" he repeated slowly.

I nodded, apprehensively. "But we can turn it on and off."

"Wow," he said. I couldn't count how many times he's said that.

"Wow, all you can say is wow?"

"Pretty much, yeah. It's a little weird, you have to admit."

I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. "Yeah, but I'm used to it."

"We should probably go inside for dinner now," he murmured after a moment, rubbing circles on my lower back while I circled shapes on his pectoral.

"Yeah, I suppose so," I agreed, getting up and pulling him with me. When we reached the side door, I pulled him to a stop before we opened it and stepped out into the snowy night. "I love you," I whispered, kissing his stubbly jaw.

"I love you more," he answered.

"Not possible," I said, finding his lips with mine. "Not possible."

He pulled back, a crooked smile on his lips. "I don't know about that Two Socks."

"I do, Ducky," I said and kissed him again, willing for him just to give in.

"Hmm," he groaned, pushing me against the cold door but I couldn't care. "I love your lips."

"That's good to know," I said on a moan as he slid his hand down to my neck, his palm against my pulsating jugular. "I love yours too."

I felt him smile against my lips and he pulled back. "Time to go eat, I can hear your stomach rumbling."

"You can not," I said, pulling his lips back to mine. My stomach rumbled and he chuckled. "Okay, so I am hungry."

"C'mon, it's time to feed the wolf," he breathed against my lips and opened the door pulling me into the cold air.

But with him, no matter the temperature, no matter if I'm cold; with him, I'll always be warm.

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