A/N: OK so here we are, the third chapter! Thank you so much to those of you who have read this story, and added it to your alerts, and reviewed, it makes me so happy to see people actually reading this story. Oh, and to answer some people's questions about Rose slapping Paul, it gets explained in this chapter so don't worry. Enjoy!

Chapter 3- Confessions of a Werewolf

While we were walking in the woods together I discovered many things about Paul. He was 18 like I thought, and a senior at La Push high. I was sad that we wouldn't be going to school together, but my house was pretty close to the res, so it wouldn't be difficult to see him after school. It was nice, walking calmly, and I was much more relaxed, and grateful that Paul seemed to be keeping his anger in check. My hand was still sore from the light slap I had given him earlier. Honestly, hitting Paul had been like hitting a brick wall. A warm brick wall. Holding hands with him, I could feel how hot his body was.

"Why are you so hot?" I asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm that had surrounded us. Our conversation had lapsed a few minutes earlier, and we had just been walking on the faint path that wound through the woods. Paul's head whipped up at my question, a smirk alighting his handsome face.

"Well, I would have to give credit to my genetics, I come from a long line of attractive men." He said, the hint of a joke creeping into grin. When he saw that that wasn't the answer I was looking for, the smirk dropped from his lips, leaving a slightly bashful smile. "My body just runs hotter than most people, actually, a lot of us are like that. Quileutes, I mean. "His apparent embarrassment at his body temperature gave me the impression that I needed to change the mood, and I really wasn't sure how. I looked into his deep chocolate eyes, and realized with a start that he was looking into mine as well. I really am not sure what came over me, but the next thing I remember I was kissing him softly, my arms wrapped around his neck, his around my waist. He was so tall, I had to stand on my tip-toes while he leaned down in order to actually reach his lips. Oh, his lips. They were so soft, yet firm, and warm. I just wanted to kiss Paul forever. Once our lips made contact, it was like the rest of the world melted away, leaving the two of us. I could feel the electricity passing between us. It was the most amazing kiss I had ever had in my life. Paul gently broke off the kiss, and I whimpered slightly at the loss of contact. Paul chuckled softly, and said in a gentle voice,

"It's late, I should get you home". I nodded glumly in agreement, and as we turned to walk back to the bonfire to say our goodnights, I whispered "I don't ever want to be away from you though", with the full intention of him not hearing me, and thinking I was some crazy chick who became obsessed with the object of her affection. However, as we neared the beach, he leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear, and whispered softly "I know, and neither do I", before he placed a soft kiss on my temple, and then straightened as we reached the beach. The only people still there were Embry and Seth, who were wrestling in the sand, and a young Quileute woman I had never seen before. She was beautiful, with silky black hair and soft, friendly features, and was watching the two boys wrestle with a look of motherly affection on her face. As she turned her head to look at us, I saw them. The thick, angry pink scars that ran from her scalp to somewhere below the collar of her blouse.

"Don't stare" Paul whispered in my ear. He then dropped my hand, and loped over to the woman, scooping her up in a friendly bear hug. As he gently put her down, he ran back to me, and grabbed my hand, dragging me over to her. "Emily, I would like you to meet Rose, she's new in town. Rose, this is Emily, Sam's fiancée"While on our walk, Paul had told me about some of the other people on the reservation, Sam included.

"Well it's wonderful to meet friends of Paul's, I hope you like Forks" Emily said pleasantly, then bade us goodnight and left in search of her fiancée. Since I had gotten a ride here from Jake, and he was nowhere to be found, Paul gave me a ride. As we approached his silver 2001 Ford F150 pickup, he stopped me suddenly, a slightly anxious look on his face.

"I will get to see you again, right?" He said, looking me straight in the eyes. It caught me off guard, and it took me a moment to process what he was saying. My silence only deepened the worried look on his face. As I realized what he was saying, I quickly closed the few feet between us, and went into his arms, ignoring the pain in my bruised hand as I grasped tightly onto his bare back.

"Of course silly" I said, my face pressed against his warm chest. "School doesn't start for another three weeks, we'll have plenty of time to hang out, get to know each other more"

"Sounds good" He said, a twinkle of happiness in his warm eyes "Because I want to know everything about you". And with that he picked me up bridal-style, placing me gently in the passenger's seat of the pickup. He then jogged around the front of the car to the driver's side, and hopped inside, turning the engine on swiftly. While the truck had a few years under its engine, it still sounded like a brand-new truck. That just made me love Paul even more. The boy knew how to take care of a car, and I found that incredibly attractive, being the motor head that I am.

The car ride back to my house went smoothly enough, until we passed the stretch of wilderness that was about a quarter-mile down the road from home. At that point Paul pulled over suddenly, his hands quaking for some strange reason. I had noticed he shook when he got angry, but I could find no reason for him to be angry.

"Paul?"I asked quietly, worried about the consequences if I spoke too loudly or suddenly.

"Rose, there's something I need to tell you about me, about my people" he said just as softly, his hands still shaking slightly, "See, us, the Quileutes, we have this legend" he looked at me briefly, and nodded for him to continue, "and the legend says that long ago, the 'cold ones' come to our lands, and they started attacking my people, draining them of their blood, killing them" he continued his tail of the Quileute wolf warriors combating these 'cold ones', and how for generations the Quileutes lived in peace, and didn't have these part-animal, part-man protectors, but a few years ago, the 'cold ones' returned, and even though these were 'vegetarian' vampires, feeding on animals instead of humans, the abilities of the wolf-warriors returned, and almost the entire generation of young adults in La Push became the protectors of the reservation, including Sam, Jacob, Embry, Quil, Seth, Leah, Jared, and Paul. According to Paul, Sam was the Alpha of the pack, and Jacob was sort of his Beta. When he finished telling me this, he looked at me, worried about my reaction. I was so shocked by his story that I just stood there, silently trying to sort this all out.

"So, you're a werewolf" I said shakily, not believing the words leaving my mouth.

"Yes, I'm a werewolf" Paul said softly, the worried expression never leaving his gorgeous face for a moment.

"So are you like super-strong, and fast and everything in your human form as well as your wolf form?" I asked. At my question his worried expression deepened, if that was at all possible. There was a deep furrow carved into his otherwise smooth forehead, and he ran a hand nervously through his close-cropped black hair

"Yes" He answered, "While all my abilities are more enhanced when I'm in wolf form, I'm still faster, stronger, tougher than any normal human, and I heal faster too". He said this with a note of embarrassment in his voice, as if he wished it weren't true, that he were just a normal human. An idea jumped into my head.

"Will you show me?" I looked him in the eyes, hoping that he could notice that even though I wasn't entirely sure what to think about the whole situation yet. At this his hands, which had only recently stopped shaking, started shaking all over again.

"Rose! Why would you ask me to do that?! What if I hurt you? I would never forgive myself. I can't put you in danger Rose, you're too special to get hurt." He started pacing back and forth in front of me, occasionally looking at me, panic marring his features.

"OK, OK you don't have to show me your wolf form, don't worry. But can you show me your abilities in you human form? Like how you're super-fast and super-strong?" A small grin curved my mouth at his little outburst about my safety. Honestly, from what he had told me, I was safer with him in his wolf form than not. I mean, he has this amazing power so that he can protect people, right? I decided that I would persuade him to show me his wolf form later, when I had the time to argue with him. But it really was getting late, and I didn't want to push him right now. Paul got a slightly exasperated look, but it quickly turned indulgent when he saw the hopefulness in my face. He sighed,

"Come here" He said, holding his arms out for me. I quickly walked the few feet separating us, and, instead of jumping into his arms like he was expecting, stood on my toes and kissed him gently. He stiffened for a moment in shock, and then softened into it, leaning down for better access to my lips. It was quite possibly the sweetest kiss I had ever experienced. All of a sudden Paul separated the kiss, lifting me into his arms, and swinging me around so that I was clinging to his bare back. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck.

"You ready?" He asked me, craning his head back to see me

"Oh, yeah!" I said "Andale Andale!" With that, Paul took off, running through the woods towards my house faster than any Olympic runner, even that Jamaican guy who was crowned the fastest man in the world in last spring's Beijing Olympics. Within seconds we had traversed the quarter mile to my house. Paul gently placed me on the ground, and walked me to my door.

"That was amazing!" I said enthusiastically, throwing my arms around his neck.

"I'm glad you had fun" He said, no longer looking ashamed or nervous or angry, just happy because I was happy.

"Good night! See you tomorrow!" I said, standing on my toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips, then turned around and disappeared into the house.

A/N: So there we go! If I messed anything about the Quileute legend, just send me a review and I promise I will fix it. Its been a while since I read the first Twilight book, so I'm a little shady on some of the details. I really am trying to make this as accurate as possible, I promise! Now hit the little review button 3

P.S. Oh and the Jamaican guy I mentioned is who the story says he is, his name is Usain Bolt, he's super cool. I watched him win the 100meter or whatever and it was AMAZING.