A/N: Short chapter, but important. Please RR!

I followed Paul back into Emily's house silently. Emily watched me with a concerned expression that made me feel awkward and out of place. Jacob stood next to the counter with his arms wrapped around his chest. He would not meet my eyes.

"Do you need anything, Addison?" Emily asked quietly, I barely heard her.

"Actually, I was hoping you could put on a pot of tea for her, please?" Paul retorted, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table and motioned for me to take a seat.

"It's okay, really, I can do it-" I started to walk towards the stove, ignoring Paul's request to sit. He quickly had his hands on my waist, pulling my body back towards him.

"No, no, I can do that." Emily stepped in, already at the sink filling up the teapot. I grumbled to myself before Paul guided me into the chair. He walked around to the other side and sat across from me. Jacob shifted impatiently.

"I'm going to go find Sam," Jake stated and headed out the front door. He disappeared quietly, barely making a sound. Emily set the teapot on the burner, turning the heat on high, before uncomfortably walking out of the room. She mumbled to herself about folding laundry.

"So," I started turning my head to face Paul. I tapped my fingers against the dark wooden table. "Are you going to talk?"

"Yes," He nodded his head respectively. "Please try to keep an open mind and don't freak out, okay?" His eyes burned mine and I had no other choice but to agree numbly.

"Do you know anything about La Push? History wise, I mean?" I shook my head to his question. "Well, to start, I'm Quiluete, which is a Native American tribe that settled here in La Push around the 1700s. They were my ancestors."

"We have traits that have been passed on through our bloodline from generation to generation. Our impulses and reactions are already in our blood; in our bodies. Our chemical make up decides when we should fully understand our time to phase." He emphasized the word.

"You see," He pondered for a moment, breaking my gaze. "Our bodies are designed to protect others from things that a normal person could not provide protection for." My eyes squinted, confused. He started again. "We are born to protect our families from the cold ones, or," I had totally lost him at this point.

"The cold ones?" I questioned him curiously, my face leaning towards his. Sweat collected on his forehead.

"Yeah," He stopped suddenly before reaching for my hand. "Vampires." I barely coughed a laugh. Paul whipped his head up. "You told me you were going to keep an open mind." He let out furiously.

"I am keeping an open mind, Paul," I let go of his grasp bringing my hands back to sit in my lap. "But, vampires? Jesus Christ," I laughed. "Next thing you're going to tell me is that you're a werewolf." I shook my head.

He stared at me in amazement, his jaw dropping. I looked down at his hand that was trembling.

"Werewolf?" I questioned him in shock. My disbelieving tone was upsetting him. "You're a werewolf?"

He nodded his head slowly. My mind spun in a million different directions as the bile rose in my throat. I wanted to move, leave this house, leave this town, but Paul was keeping me grounded as though gravity didn't exist. I couldn't leave because I couldn't leave him. I could never bear to be apart from him. He was all I had; he was my world.

"Addison, you okay?" He asked as I came back down to reality. His arm had reached across the table and he was now caressing my cheek.

"Werewolf, really?" Maybe it was the two anxiety pills I had taken moments before, but I was surprisingly calm. "Can you show me?" My eyes widened in excitement.

"Absolutely not!" Paul shrieked before I could picture the imaginations. "You could get hurt," His head turned towards Emily who was now in the living room folding clothes. Realization sunk in and I gasped loudly.

Her scars; a werewolf did that to her.

"Did you do that? To Emily?" I whispered, disgusted.

"No, of course not." He retorted sharply. "Sam did," My mouth flung open in response.

"Sam loves her! Why would he do such a thing! They are engaged,"

"He didn't mean to, Addison," He sighed heavily, as if it was a stupid question. "Sometimes we can't control our anger. If we get mad enough, we can phase quickly, without warning. You ever hear of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Well, that's what happened to Emily." He explained. My mouth snapped shut.

"So stay away from you during a full moon?" I asked.

"I don't need a full moon to turn into a werewolf, Addy. Hollywood doesn't exactly have everything right, you know." He let out a bitter laugh before staring at Emily again as she hummed a tune. "Sam loves Emily as much as I love you."

"How do you know that?" I questioned him, fixating my eyes on the beautifully broken girl across the hall.

"Because Emily is Sam's imprint," Paul stated. "And you are mine."

"Imprint?" I asked curiously, confused.

"It's when we find our soul mates; or our purpose in life. You are my purpose in life." My heart thudded in my chest. I felt water fill up to the brim of my eyelids. I sucked in my breath as he continued.

"The first time I saw you, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Everything stopped, the wind, the noise, the world. My feet were planted on the ground, but gravity was no longer keeping me there. It was you," I shuddered. Our thoughts were identical. "The only sound I could hear was your heart beating, just like now, and from that moment on I knew it was my job to make sure it always stays beating. I will make sure of that; I will take care of you." Tears fell from my eyes as I felt them slide down my cheeks. "The only sight I could see was your beautiful brown eyes that turn gold in the sun. I knew that as long as I can see them, I would be alright. You are all that matters anymore."

I couldn't stay in my chair any longer. I rose up and rushed to his side. He stood up and pulled me into a hug, burying my face into his chest.

"I love you," I told him truthfully, meaning the words more than anything I have uttered in my whole existence.

"I love you, too," He breathed in, his face hidden in my hair. "I always will,"

I pulled back from his strong hold to stare at his face. He was so beautiful; his eyes were a chestnut brown, his cheekbones strong and structured. His chin perfectly angled. He rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away the stray tears.

"I'm in danger, aren't I?" My voice troubled him, as his eyes grew dark. "I overheard your conversation with Jacob."

"We've handled this before. You don't have anything to worry about. I will keep you safe until we find the leech." The menacing tone sent shivers down my spine. "I promise you," He continued after a long pause. "Even if I have to patrol your house twenty-four-seven," He added under his breath.

I sighed contently, the fear in me subsiding. The tea pot whistled, echoing the kitchen as Emily reappeared to turn off the stove. I barely noticed her; the noise faintly hit my ears. Paul had a strange effect on me as I stand in his arms. I felt security. Perhaps it was the simple fact that my father could no longer hurt me, or the idea that my boyfriend is a mythical creature who was willing to die for me. All I knew, that here, in Paul's arms, I had never been more safe in my life.