A/N: I'm not exactly thrilled with this chapter, but it'll have to do, because my brain seriously can't make it any better. I'm glad everyone is still enjoying this.

Chapter 13
Surprise

I found myself lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling just thinking. I couldn't wrap my head around the possibility. It just wasn't plausible. Werewolves did not exist. And my boyfriend was not one of them.

I was worried about seeing Jacob today, I won't lie. I think it had more to do with how I was going to act, rather than what I was going to say to him. I didn't want to act differently, but the similarities had stared me in the face last night.

I really couldn't deny it, could I? Would he tell me if it were true? Or would he lie about it? Could he tell me?

My mind raced with the idea that he wouldn't be able to tell me anything. That he would have to lie to my face about it and pretend he didn't know what I was talking about.

My mind slipped back to my dreams, and how I had shouted Jacob's name at the wolf in my dreams. It made sense now, Jacob was the wolf—the wolf was Jacob.

I pulled myself out of bed and prepared for another long day at the Bean, where I was sure I wouldn't be able to form a complete thought because my mind would be elsewhere—like my boyfriend being a wolf.

"Mols," I heard my father call my name up the stairs.

"I'll be down in a sec, Pops…" I called back brushing my short blonde hair.

"Jacob's here…" He called back.

I felt my body stiffen and my heart beat start to pick up. I could feel my nerves starting to turn evilly in to a bundle in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't really ready for this. I wasn't sure what to make of it all yet.

Wow, I've never been this nervous in my life. Not even when I had to say my three lines in my elementary school play.

"Mols? You're going to be late for work," Instead of my father's voice coming up the stairs, it was Jacob's.

"I'm almost done in here," I ran in to the bathroom and closed the door quietly. I could feel myself beginning to hyperventilate. As if I didn't have enough to explain now.

"Molly, is everything ok?" Jacob asked. I could hear him right outside the door.

"Of course, Jake, why wouldn't it be?" I sat on the toilet trying to gain my composure. My heart was literally thudding out of my chest at this point. I really needed to calm down.

"Molly," He sounded worried.

"I'm…"

"Some thing's wrong," He interrupted me. "I know it…"

"Everything is fine."

"Mols," His voice was lower, probably keeping it down because of my father, who was undoubtedly hanging down by the bottom of the stairs trying to listen to our conversation. "C'mon you can talk to me."

That's just it Jake, I thought to myself. I can't. I can't just come out of the bathroom and yell 'I think you're a werewolf!' I highly doubt that would be appropriate right now.

I stood up and glanced at myself in the mirror. I didn't look worse than wear. Taking a deep breath I opened the door.

I knew how beautiful Jacob was, but for some reason when I opened that bathroom door and saw him leaning there casually, a look of concern on his handsome face, I felt my breath catch in my throat. His choppy black hair hung low in his eyes; those beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

The eyes of my boyfriend and possibly my wolf.

Those large, warm hands encircled my bare biceps and I jolted upright, staring at him a little shocked. I wasn't usually the jumpy type but right now, I will make an exception.

"Molly, what is going on?"

I was frozen in my spot. I don't like to lie, and you really shouldn't lie to the person you're dating, right? Right. So I should tell him the truth.

Or—wait, he should tell me the truth.

Those dark brown eyes burned deep in to my blue ones. Yeah, I don't see myself being able to lie to that face.

"Jacob," It took all of myself control to not blurt out the exact words that were rushing through my head at that very moment. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in to my room, closing the door behind us. I did not want my father to hear any part of this conversation.

"Will you please tell me what is going on?" Normally very patient, Jacob sounded very antsy and almost irritated.

I took in a deep breath and grabbed the two pictures off of my desk, handing them to him I watched as he stared at me. A look of puzzlement crossed his face when he looked at the pictures I had just thrusted in to his grasp.

"Ok, this is what's bothering you?" He asked perplexed.

"Yes, Jake, look at the pictures…"

He inspected them, his face not showing any reaction or emotion. He didn't say a word and it was driving me crazy. I waited until he looked at me again.

"I'm still confused,"

"What is bothering me is the fact that my boyfriend…" I snatched the picture from him, "And my wolf…" I grabbed the other picture from his grasp. "Have the same eyes, the same smile—hell eve the same temperament…"

"Your wolf?" His eyes looked at me teasingly. I growled, angry that he was trying to play this off.

"Jacob,"

"What are you asking me, Mols?"

I took a deep breath loosing my patience with him, quickly.

"Jacob are you and this wolf… one in the same?"

He grinned even wider now, almost making me feel stupid. Like this was some kind of joke. What I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

"Yes,"

That was it. That was all he said. I stared at him in absolute shock. After the evasion he just put me through he answered me like that. Nothing else, no feather-like landing; just back the truck right on top of me.

I couldn't form words, and I could barely form thoughts when his warm hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me down on to the bed. I felt, strange, I wasn't freaking out or upset, I was just shocked.

There was no other word for it.

Had I thought this through all the way? Honestly, I had come to the conclusion myself, but to have it confirmed, and so evenly. It was just shocking.

"Molly," He said my name so softly that I barely heard him. I turned my head just barely to look at him. "Mols, are you ok?"

"I'm—I'm just… you know… in shock…" I said softly. "So you're really…" I pointed to the picture. "That…"

"More or less, that is me…" He gave me a casual grin. "That doesn't freak you out?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but I really couldn't form words. I sighed and shook my head. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to his body, the heat radiating off of him.

"I'm going to be late for work," I murmured.

"Are you going to be able to?" He asked.

I sighed and tried to regain my thoughts. Would I be able to work the entire day without knowing what this was all about; without further explanation? I didn't think so.

"I'll call Mr. Greene…"

Jacob went back downstairs and told my father that I wasn't feeling well. I could only imagine what my father was thinking, and I was pretty sure that it had something to do with me being impregnated, because father's always think the worse.

After I got off the phone with Mr. Greene, Jacob was in the room and looked as though he was ready to explain this entire thing to me, which I couldn't wait to hear what he had to say. I was already thinking a hundred different things, and some of them had to do with full-moons, and being bitten.

"Where would you like for me to start?" He questioned.

I pulled my legs underneath me and I gave him a serious look, "From the beginning…"

"The beginning, beginning?"

"Yes."

He gave me a small smirk and leaned back in to my pillows, "It's going to take a while, and I promise you it's probably not as interesting as you'd think."

"I highly doubt that…" I mused laying myself down next to him, except instead of on my back like he was; I laid on my stomach so that I could still look at his handsome face.

That grin was on his face and I knew if I had been standing I would have probably gone weak at the knees for him. He started to tell me about the stories of the Quileute Indians. How they were supposedly descended from wolves, and protected their land from evil.

He told me old pack stories, and most of them had to do with beings they called the "Cold Ones". I really wasn't sure what that meant, but I listened anyway.

"So, have you always been able to…" I didn't know exactly how to put the rest of my question.

His smile spread and he shook his head, his dark hair dusting over his nape, "No, just for the last two and a half years or so…" He licked his lips. "I always thought it was just some story that the elders told us to scare us… you know old legends and such…" I was sitting next to him by now, my hand intertwined with his much larger one. "I really didn't start believing it until it happened to me and several of my friends…"

"What caused you guys to change?"

His face tensed for a moment, his jaw set tightly and he looked away from me. Obviously, I knew it wouldn't be a good reason. But that didn't make me any less curious.

"The cold ones…"

"So, these cold ones… they're real?"

"Yes," He nodded slowly, he squeezed my hand tightly.

"What or who are they?" I questioned perplexed. What unspoken creature was I going to find out existed this time? I was a little worried and dare I say, intrigued.

Hesitation; he didn't' want to answer me. I could see that written all over his face. Either he didn't want to tell me, or he couldn't. He had told me that was the reason he needed me to ask him if he was a werewolf, because a tribe member can not just come out and tell someone what they are.

"Molly," He breathed heavily. "Werewolves aren't the only other supernatural creature that exists…" I watched a look of contemplation cross over his features.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just like werewolves are real, so are… vampires…."

I felt my breath catch in my throat, vampires? Blood-sucking, human-hunting vampires are real? That was definitely not what I was expecting. I stared at him, really not sure what to say next.

"The treaty that my grandfather made with the Cold Ones, it was with a clan of 'vegetarian' vampires, the Cullens." He pursed his lips together. "When they left, the transformations of the kids in the tribe stopped, but then they came back again… and it started all over…"

"With you… Quil, Embry, and Seth?"

"Yes," He nodded. "There are twelve of us, all together…"

"Twelve?"

"Yeah, the longer that the cold ones stay around, the more of us there will be."

"Can you only change when it's a full moon?"

Jacob laughed and shook his head, "No, we shift whenever we want too really. But it can be triggered with anger, if you're not careful."

"If these were the same vampires that you had the treaty with, why didn't you just ask them to leave, so that no more of the boys would have to change?"

Jacob pulled me to him, casually, "One of them fell in love with a human, and he refused to leave her alone." He looked hurt when he said this and that's when the pieces started to fall together.

"Bella." I deducted.

I felt him stiffen under my touch when I said her name. He didn't relax until a few moments later when he pressed his lips in to my hair.

"Yeah, he fell in love with Bella, and Bella in love with him…"

"Before or after you fell for her?"

He sighed, "It all kind of happened within the same time-frame really, but she didn't love me at first. She didn't tell me she loved me until it was too late…" If it was possible he pulled me closer. "But it really wouldn't have mattered, I knew she wasn't the one… but I loved her all the same."

"How did you know she wasn't the one?" I questioned, wondering why he would have used that specific terminology.

He took another deep inhalation, which made me think that there was another long explanation coming. He took a few minutes to gather his thoughts and then he turned slightly so he could look at me, and I at him.

"Molly, there is this other thing that kind of happens to us werewolves..." He took my free hand in his, stroking his thumb over my knuckles. "And I really hope that this doesn't freak you out…"

"Jake, you're a werewolf, what else could possibly freak me out?" I questioned with a grin on my face.

His serious look didn't falter and I wondered if there was something terribly wrong. Was there a curse or a catch that came along with being a werewolf? I didn't know. He didn't say anything earlier.

"It has to do with me knowing that Bella wasn't the one…" I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "When we change," He paused thinking about his words. "You know how they say there is one person out there for everyone, you know the one…" I nodded my head. "Well, when werewolves find their 'one' they do what we call imprinting."

"Imprinting?"

"Yeah, they imprint on one specific person and they have to be around that person all the time. You feel the need to protect them from everything, take care of them, love them…" He licked his lips. "It's an instantaneous feeling, you're just overwhelmed with this feeling of love and happiness when you see them, and you just know."

"Like love at first sight?"

"More intense than that," He explained. "Much more intense. Just this feeling that you know that is the person you're going to be with for the rest of your life."

"So, you didn't imprint on Bella?"

"No," He shook his head.

I stared at him, and went over what he said about imprinting. I think I was starting to get what he was saying, and I wasn't sure how to take it. I had learned a lot today, and my brain was pretty fried, so maybe I was understanding wrong.

"Jacob, are you saying…"

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Could I possible be Jacob's one? It seemed to fit, I was drawn to him like no one I had ever dated before. We saw each other almost everyday, and I could feel things for him that I never thought I could feel for anyone.

I thought I was crazy when I thought that I could possibly be in love with him already, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was being too closed-minded. I waited impatiently for him to answer my unasked question.

He knew what I was asking, I knew what I was asking, now I just needed an answer.

"You're my imprint, Molly…"

Yay. So now she knows, and now everyone can be happy... RIGHT? Of course not, we've got to add some drama, don't we? We'll see..... MUAHAHA! :)