A.N. Hey guys, this is the chapter that most people have been waiting for! Where Qahla's true nature is revealed \(^_^)/ Excited? Yeah, you are! Lol. Anyway, before you get start reading, you should know that special credit goes to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and Steve Thomson the writers of 'Sherlock' as I borrowed some of their lines in this chapter

"These are really something, Bella." Paul mused as his eyes went from painting to painting.

"You could become famous." Bella felt like she had heard that somewhere before.

"Hopefully while I'm still alive." She replied, feeling like she'd said that before as well.

Paul's hand reached for another white sheet; Bella's eyes widened.

"No, not that one!" She spoke so quickly, he almost didn't catch it.

His hand retracted like he had been bitten.

Bella let out a long breath, relieved.

Paul watched her, and then the canvas, he was just itching to rip the sheet off and find out what she was hiding from him.

But he didn't.

A howl ripped through the air between them.

Bella looked to Paul with expression that he didn't recognise.

"I've gotta go, I'll see you later?"

"Whatever."

"Oh yeah, you wanna come to Emily's Christmas Eve party?" Paul tried to sound nonchalant, even though he really wanted her to.

Bella just blinked twice.

"Well Embry's inviting your friend so you might as well keep her company." He tried to persuade her.

"Embry's inviting Qahla? Why?" Bella was baffled.

"Because he wants to get in her pants… not like that's ever gonna work." Paul shook his head and sniggered as he spoke.

Bella blinked twice.

"I'm pretty sure he's not really her…. Type." He prompted.

"Oh." Was her brilliant response.

Bella thought about it for a second.

Paul walked over and stole a kiss on her pouty lips.

"Don't look so confused over that, Bella." He told her before dashing out of the door.

"Don't kiss me, asshole." It seemed like she was saying that a lot these days.

He was already gone.

Bella relaxed a little and walked over to her paintings, she covered them all one by one until she got to the one that she had told him not to look at.

She glanced behind herself quickly, as if there could have been someone peering eagerly over her shoulder.

Bella pulled the white sheet from the canvas and stared at it.

She was curious of the implications of what she had painted… and the circumstances around it.

She wondered if it was just a painting… or one of those ones.

Bella had a feeling it was the latter.

On one side, half of the face of the man who she seemed to be seeing too much of lately.

Paul.

With his usual smouldering stare.

And on the other side, a silver wolf.

Appearing with the same expression as Paul.

Christmas Eve

Bella's head cocked to the side in curiosity as she stared down at the gift bag next to Qahla's leg. It was pretty large, almost standing as tall as Qahla's knee yet it was overflowing with presents.

Bella looked at her friend questionably.

Qahla blushed a little.

"I have a very large family."

Bella shook her head.

"No, not that..." The wheels in Bella's head began to turn and her mouth pulled back into a large yet accusing grin. "You've got a boyfriend!"

With two neat yet long strides, she was standing in front of Qahla and Embry. Embry actually looked a little put out by the revelation.

Paul followed behind her like her ghost.

His hand settled around her waist.

Qahla's eyes widened to the point at which she looked a little scary and she began to splutter.
"W-what?'

Bella's eyes were still fixed on the present.

Qahla's face grew increasingly red; her eyes searched Bella's, pleading with her to stop talking but of course she didn't get the message.

"Er, Bella." Paul warned but she didn't even turn to him; she was too engrossed in the mysterious gift bag.

"That present at the top of the bag…"

From that point on, Bella had all of the wolves in the room listening to her every word, wondering how this would end up. The living room was suddenly silent.

Qahla's grip on her glass grew tighter.

Bella bent down to pick up said present.

"It's beautiful. Perfectly wrapped in a bow, all the others are slap-dash at best…" Emily's choked on her cheap champagne, they had all been informed by Paul that Bella was prone to 'food-in-the-mouth syndrome' but this was a little bit too much.

"For someone special then." Bella deduced, looking to Qahla for confirmation.

"Uh, Bella…" Paul piped in but she took no notice of him and decided to continue.

"The shade of red echoes your lipstick, either an unconscious association or one that you're deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, you love him."

Neither Bella nor Qahla were aware but the whole pack was now listening intently.

"Bella, you might wanna stop…" Paul trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"I'm guessing you're serious about him, right? That's why you're giving him a gift at all… so you're looking for a long term relationship and the fact that you're seeing him tonight is obvious from your make-up and what you're wearing."

Qahla shifted uncomfortably, pulling the hem of her little red dress down a little.

"You're obviously trying to compensate for the size of your mouth and breastsssssss…." Bella's voice trailed off and her eyes widened as she read the label on the beautifully wrapped box.

To Bella,
Merry Christmas
Love Qahla xXx

"Oh." Bella deadpanned.

Quil gave an awkward whistle from where he was standing.

"Yikes." Jared said regretfully from the other side of the room.

Paul scratched the back of his head.

Emily scurried away to the kitchen.

Leah chuckled under her breath almost silently.

Qahla wore a blank, hollow expression on her face. She wanted to run out of there right now but her body wouldn't move one bit. She was frozen in both fear and embarrassment. Instead, she settled for talking.

"You always say such horrible things, always… always…" She muttered.

Bella was ashamed.

She was always doing things like this without realizing.

What was she supposed to do now?

As always, Bella did the first thing that came to her mind.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." She apologized as she stepped forward and embraced her in a tight hug.

Qahla's body ran hot in excitement and she clutched to Bella's waist, forgiving her almost immediately.

Paul stared at the two of them as the wolf inside him stirred in confusion. It was as if it didn't know how to act, there was someone in its presence touching it's mate in a way was nothing short of sexual yet this person was not an unimprinted male. Therefore, the wolf was unsure of what to do.

Bella pulled back slowly and stared at Qahla; Qahla stared back.

Then, Bella did something that no one expected; she leaned forward and brushed her lips over the other girl's before pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"Merry Christmas Qahla."

Well that was embarrassing wasn't it? Yeesh…
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