Here it is, the sequeal to Confessions in Moonlight. So if you havn't already read it, I consider you do or this might be a bit confusing.

I hope that you all like it! This chapter is the biggest I have ever written at 8,288 words, though when I uploaded it, microsoft told me it was only 7,455! Oh well. Anyway, please read on...

Chapter 1- Rude Awakenings

My name is MacKayla Rayne Black. I have russet skin and green eyes, that of my grandfather's. I am six foot and have waist length black curly hair. I am one of three triplets. My brothers Aiden and Ravyn identical to me, only six inches taller, putting them at six foot five. We are half vampire, half werewolf, though the werewolf half is the more prominent gene.

We half-breeds have few likenesses to the vampires. We do not drink blood. We have hard, yet penetrable, skin and longevity all from the vampire side in us, as well as the powers. Mine for instance, is much like my uncle Jasper's, though I cannot project emotions, only feel them and I have telekinesis. We are much stronger then your average vampire and much faster too. We don't sparkle in the sun and we still need sleep. We also we are incredibly smart and have a photographic memory.

As for the werewolf side… As triplets even in the womb, we could hear each others thoughts. Speak on a mental path. We learned later on in life that when you phase, you hear your pack's thoughts, yet we could do that from infancy and not in the form of a fury dog. Only we could turn it on and off at will, where as in the pack, you are forced to endure their thoughts with no help to avoid the inevitable. When we phase, we are even larger than your average wolf and have had the ability to phase since were turned four. Not too mention severely hot skin, but a degree or two cooler than most werewolves. We all came from the previous Alpha but as Aiden is the oldest and our father, Jacob, has since retired unless there is a major problem in which he is needed, he became the Alpha for our pack. And that of course made things difficult.

Aiden and Leah imprinted on each other when he was born. And they are both, of course, in our pack. The only solstice Ravyn and I ever got is the fact that even with our pack, we can turn the thoughts of the others off. Which helped when Leah and Aiden choose to have their little fantasies while patrolling.

Even though I am not alone, I still feel like it. The three of us are close, so close, that sometimes we need to reach each other on our mental path without even thinking about it. We were very dependent on one another, finding it hard to spend any length of time apart, even with the constant merging of thoughts. But what made me feel so alone is the fact that I wanted… hell, I didn't even know. All I knew was that I felt alone and I didn't have depression, nor was I emo, as Ravyn liked to put it.

And what's worse, is that today, we were all going to start school. School. Joy. Since we're part vampire, the minute we turned eighteen, we froze, are bodies no longer growing. The three of us were highly intellectual though I know Ravyn refuses to believe it and complains constantly on how he missed out on a childhood because of it. I do not like to seem overly doing it and have on more than one occasion dumbed it down a notch or four, not wanting to stick out in kindergarten and have kids throw lobs of dirt my way. But when Aiden and Ravyn accidently phased at recess because a bully was picking on me, that was the end of school. Till now.

My alarm clock went off again for about the sixteenth time this morning. I growled and picked it up with my mind, ripping the cord from the wall, and pitched it across the room. I was in a bad mood and now I was probably going to get grounded. Oh the joy.

Jeez, Mac, Ravyn said in my head, his voice amused. Did you know that it went through the wall and slammed into Dad's head? You should have seen his face.

"MacKayla!" My dad's voice bellowed from within his room.

Figures. Thanks for the warning, Birdie, I replied, meaning it. I somewhat had a temper if I was in a nasty mood. Only problem now that my body had frozen, I couldn't blame it on PMS.

Ravyn growled at the nickname that I had given him when we were kids and I laughed. He had an even worse temper.

"Mac," my mother said, walking in to my room.

I rolled over and threw my pillow over my head and began snoring extremely loudly.

I swear I heard her roll her eyes and suddenly the pillow was lifted off my face. "MacKayla, you need to get up," she instructed.

I raised a brow at her.

"Yes, now. Be glad your father is a quick healer. You hit him in the nose and broke it."

I shrugged. "Rough morning, I s'pose," I answered, my voice hoarse and scratchy. I cleared my throat a few times.

Her chocolaty eyes narrowed on my face. "School will go fine, baby," she soothed, smoothing down my mat of black curls. "And we'll all be there."

"And I don't understand how!" I argued, praying to God that I could get out of this somehow. "There are eleven of us!"

She sighed. "Actually, Leah will be joining us as well."

I gawked at her. "Can't seven hours be spared between them?"

My mother laughed. "Of course not, sweetie. Just wait until you imprint."

I looked out the window as the sun slowly rose in the sky behind the thick clouds and through the trees of the forest. I didn't think I would ever imprint but I wouldn't tell her that. If imprinting was meant to pass on the gene, wasn't Aiden going to do a good job of it? Though Leah does not believe her body is capable of sustaining a human being within herself.

And if I did, who knows what would happen. Our coven was too big. If we were to draw even the tinniest amount of attention our way, the Volturi would be back and breathing down our throats. Right before they hang us. Or torture us with some medieval device that is illegal on every single continent but is magically leagal in their city.

My mother patted my knee and stood up, brushing a kiss on my nose. "Grandma is making pancakes."

Bribery! The woman used bribery but my stomach growled and thus brought a grin to my mother's lips as she strode out of the room. She knew that food was the only way to get me to do anything, the cheater!

They are great too, Aiden said. I looked through his eyes and saw the stack of strawberry pancakes sitting in front of him. He smirked in my head. Hungry, Little Mac?

Shut up! It only made things worse when I could taste the warm, sticky breakfast as he ate it as if I were eating rather than Aiden.

Why is it being a girl means that getting ready takes so long? I took a quick shower and slipped into skinny jeans and a loose dark green long-sleeve t-shirt. I left my deliciously long hair flow behind me. I was so happy to learn that as a wolf, the length of my human hair did not affect me. It was long, yes, but not as the boys would be if their hair was as lengthy as mine was. I threw just the bare minerals of make-up on and filtered myself down stairs and straight into the sea green kitchen that matched the one we had in Forks.

On the table was a stack of pancakes ten feet high.

You exaggerate, Ravyn said.

Get out of my head for once! Though we were close and needed the mental path we shared like we needed air for breathing, it still got old when someone had to comment everything that passed through your head. I sat down and didn't even hesitate as I dug in.

My family laughed and I scooped some syrup onto my spoon and flung it at Ravyn. I snickered behind my hand when it slapped against his forehead, falling down his shirt to land on his lap in a sticky clump. I was not surprised when a pancake was heralded at me. I ducked it smoothly and went to grab a strawberry when I heard my great-grandmother's gasp.

"Enough!" Esme paled as she saw the wall where the pancake was glued to. "Why is it the three of you can't have a meal without a food fight?"

We looked at each other and instantly burst out into laughter. When we stopped to take a breath we noticed that the room was silent so we followed suit. Esme was positively fuming. Nice going, Birdie.

You started it.

So very mature you two. Aiden, always the diplomatic one. Someone has to be, he agreed.

Esme let her head fall and as if for enunciating, the pancake slid from the wall and landed on the floor with a splat. The syrup it was dosed in landed on Esme's white pants and I saw Alice cringe from the corner of my eye.

"Would you look at the time," Aiden said smoothly, picking up a backpack that rested at his feet before standing up. "We better get going if we don't want to be late for out first day of school."

I smiled and got up after shoving an entire pancake into my mouth. I quickly kissed Esme's cheek and shuffled out of the room. The family had congregated in the foyer.

"Okay," my grandfather said when the three of us entered. "Know the stories, right? Aiden, Ravyn, MacKayla, and Jacob are the Blacks, along with Leah but she is adopted. Me, Alice, Emmett, and Nessie are Cullens and Jasper, Rose and Bella are Hales."

"Why am I a Hale?" my grandmother Bella asked.

My grandfather smirked. "Can't kiss you at school if you're my sister."

I scrunched my face up. That was just plain eww! I looked around for my book bag and couldn't find it. I sighed and willed it to my side. My purse and backpack both slipped onto my arm and I smirked.

"I so wish I had that power," Ravyn muttered.

"Of course you do, lazy," Aiden ruffled Ravyn's black hair playfully.

"Mac, Ravyn, we can't take you anywhere, can we?" my father murmured.

I frowned and looked at my brother whose face mirrored my own confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he replied, "that the two of you are wearing syrup. No fighting at school unless it's in the head."

I looked down and saw nothing so I touched my face. I was covered in a sticky mess! Ravyn looked down also and blanched when he took in the ruined cloths he was wearing. He began to go upstairs to change only to be stopped by our dad. With a hand on Ravyn's chest, he shook his head.

"Think of this as punishment for the heart attack you gave Esme a few minutes ago."

"What?!" he squeaked.

"You heard me. Now get going." He pushed us towards the door.

"I call ridding with Emmett!" Ravyn announced, flinging himself out the front door and into the front seat of Emmett's red Jeep. The two of them were practically inseparable these days. Now that Aiden spends a great deal of time with Leah rather than with Ravyn, he kind of had to find someone else to help him pick on me.

I sighed and slipped into the driver's side of my 1964 ½ Ford Mustang painted in teal with white leather interior. When you have a mechanic of a dad and Aunt, it has a tendency to rub off on you. Not that I'm complaining or anything. Aiden and Leah slid into the back and we were off. I felt like complaining about how, not even for the ten minuets it would take to get to Hoquiam High School, they couldn't be separated, but I chose to hold my tongue. At least they were happy.

The school was as generic as the next. It was a small two-story brick building with a flat roof. The rain was lightly pelting the windshield so as I stepped out, I allowed the rain to hit my face, carrying the syrupy mess away. I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my black fleece Columbia zip up before reaching in and grabbing my bags. When I straightened I noticed the stare my family and I received and I couldn't help the nerves that began to flitter through my stomach like butterflies. As if we were freaks – which we were but they didn't know that yet – and their eyes were devouring us. The girls seemed to fawn over all the guys, even though only one of them wasn't holding their soul mate's hands. I rolled my eyes when I noticed that Ravyn didn't seem to be bothered at all that random hands were running up and down his chest. Predictable.

As for the girls, the guys were more the stand-and-watch-with-their-mouths-gaping-and-drool-dripping-out-and-dribbling-on-their-chin-and-shirts kind rather than the awfully forward girls who chose to 'oooo' and 'ahh'. The guys were mostly watching Rosalie who adored the attention but got Emmett snarling and making a show of kissing her right there in the parking lot as if he had to prove she was taken and his alone. My grandfather's eyes were murderous and I assumed the thoughts of others were beginning to get to him. Jasper's face would've been red had he been human. Though he did look very uncomfortable. Actually, he somewhat looked constipated. Aiden… well Aiden never really cared what people thought so he grabbed Leah's hand and walked towards the building with indifference.

If he stares at your butt one more time, his ass is mine, Aiden threatened.

Okay, maybe he did care.

And your chest isn't on display either, Ravyn growled.

Well, what do y'know. I actually have over protective brothers. I saw Ravyn make a strangling motion with his hands at me and I childishly stuck my tongue out at him, following after Leah and Aiden.

My mother and father were already in the office gathering our schedules. Through the glass door I noticed the old female secretary grabbing a peachy and fanning herself while looking at my grandfather beside my dad. Were all humans like this?! Did their hormones rule their body as if they were parasites?

I saw my grandfather's lips twitch and I had my answer. Thank God I wasn't fully human.

"Okay," my mother announced coming out of the office and into the main hall where we all stood. "Mac, Ravyn, Aiden, you are all sophomores and here are your schedules. Alice, Leah, Da-Edward, Bella, Jake, and I are juniors. Emmett, Rose, and Jasper, you three are seniors."

"Not fair," Ravyn grumbled. "Why are we sophomores? We look older then them!"

My mother glared at him. "Look, Sticky. They are older and if you don't start acting your age then you're grounded!"

Ravyn's eyes flashed and his nostrils flared while the students around us stopped to watch and listen with perplexed expressions. Some even cupped their ear to hear better.

I laughed. "Yeah, mom'll ground you if you keep up with that." I tried to make it sound as if she and I were giving him advice.

My mother recovered and nodded solemnly. "And then you won't be able to play with your duckies in the bath tub after dinner for a month," she said firmly, stalking off down the hallway with a laughing Jake and the rest of the family.

The students who had stopped to observe were now doubled over with laughter, holding their bellies and teasing a sad looking Ravyn about his toy duckies. I couldn't help but punch Ravyn in the shoulder lightly. "Way to go, Birdie. Must you always make a fool of yourself?"

Aiden couldn't stop laughing. He braced his hands on his knees while Ravyn's face got as red as his t-shirt before pulling his backpack up higher on his shoulder and walking swiftly down the hallway till he stopped at a locker and opened it up.

I finally sobered but Aiden's voice in my head wouldn't shut up. I stiffly headed down the hallway trying my best to hold in the giggle that threatened to escape. 165, 165, 165… Where are you? I finally found it and was glad that it was on top. Checking the combination, I had to force myself not to use my powers and just open the damn thing. I won't lie, it was hard. When you use it for eighteen years, it becomes unnoticeable when the cookie you wanted from the kitchen magically appears in your hand while you're reading a book in the study. My power was the one that was the hardest to hide which of course made me the weakest link. Not to mention the emotions around me were giving me a stomachache, causing bile to rise in my throat. I could turn it on and off at will, but if I was emotionally unstable, such as nervous or scared, it becomes uncontrollable and makes me vulnerable.

My brothers' powers were nothing special. Aiden can command others to do his bidding with his voice but was sourly disappointed to learn at a very young age it didn't work on his siblings. Unfortunately, the rest of the family wasn't as safe. Ravyn could take sound waves and reverse their make up, causing them to get loud, or get quiet. So basically, his voice makes sonic booms when he chooses it to. It sucked when he was first learning control. I swear that boy just about made me deaf every time he had a tantrum.

Okay, maybe they were pretty damn cool powers.

I sighed and threw some notebooks into the locker and grabbed one for my first period which was French class. One of the few things I was actually looking forward to. I closed the ugly blue locker and froze, becoming aware of males standing on the other side, previously obscured by the locker door.

"May I…" I gulped. "Help you?"

A blond one laughed. "May we?"

"Get away you vultures! Leave the poor girl alone," a deep baritone ordered. I was oddly stricken by the voice, enthralled by it. I waited as the group dispersed and a very tall student appeared. It was then that my world changed with a very sharp intake of breath on my part.

His hair was a short messy dark brown that shimmered in the overhead lights of the hallway ceiling. His eyes were a deep blue and when I looked closer, I noticed a teal rim around it and dark gold flecks surrounding his pupils. He had high cheekbones, a very stubborn jaw that was lightly dusted with dark chocolate stubble. His skin was tawny and begged to be caressed. Muscle was well defined beneath the white t-shirt and red Columbia fleece he wore. I felt my eyes travel lower, and noticed he was wearing light colored jeans with rips at the kneecaps and shins that were obviously artificial. On his feet were a pair of white and black Nike Shocks and I knew instantly he was an athlete. I breathed in his very masculine and musky scent and reveled in it. Did he know that sandalwood was my favorite smell in the world? When I let my eyes go back to his face, I could feel my cheeks burning wildly. When I saw his expression that was very much unknown to me, my ears and neck got hot from mortification and my emotions went out of control.

Mac! Aiden's voice was sharp in my head which caused me to cry out and have the stranger catch my waist with his long and lean arms. My hands clutched my head in pain as every other student's emotions poured into my body and mind. I was unable to sort out anything besides the feeling of being overwhelmed and how the light was slowly fading from before my eyes as I tumbled into darkness.

***

"Is she okay?" I heard my brother ask.

My brother? I didn't share my bedroom with him.

My eyelids fluttered and bright light made me gasp and reach a hand to my now pounding head. It was then I remembered. Getting overwhelmed, loosing my control. When that happened, I very rarely was able to stay conscious for very long. A warm hand clasped mine bringing my eyes to focus. I was in the nurse's office?

Yes, Aiden said.

We were worried. That was the longest you've ever been out. I could hear the relief and worry laced into Ravyn's voice.

"She appears to be fine," an elderly lady murmured, handing me an ice pack. I held it to my forehead and shivered at the coolness.

I sat up and Aiden rubbed soothing circles on my back. I leaned into him needing the reassurance. It was then a realization hit and I slammed a mental barrier down hard between my brothers and me. They wouldn't find out about my imprint till I was ready to tell them.

They jerked as if they had been shocked and I could feel their feeble attempts to enter my mind, familiar fluttering within my brain. I shook my head. "Mrs…." I looked down at her plaque that rested on her desk. "Mrs. Daniels. I'm fine now. I should get back to class." How long was I out?

Ten minutes. Wow, that was a long time for me.

Mrs. Daniels sputtered. "No, you were unconscious-"

"I'm unconscious more often then you would like to know. May I please go to first period?"

Her old, pudgy face turned red but she nodded. "I suppose, if you feel that's necessary. Take the ice pack with you," she instructed.

I stood up and threw a hand on Ravyn's arm to steady me. I'm fine, I reassured him when I saw the unease on his face.

They walked me to class and I could feel that they were edgy but knew it wasn't the time nor place to have a discussion about it. They deposited me at my French class and left me alone.

"Um, bonjour. I'm new here," I announced in a very confidence deprived way.

The teacher looked up from the chalkboard and studied me with hard brown eyes above old 1950's style glasses tilted on the bottom portion of her nose. "Why are you late?"

"I got lost," I lied.

There were a few low chuckles from the class but I ignored them.

"Oh. Well don't make it a habit of being tardy to my class. Take a seat at any open desk you can find."

I nodded and followed her orders, shuffling down the row stiffly. I dumped myself into the only available seat and was glad it was a girl beside me and not another male thinking lecherous thoughts.

By fourth period I was happy none of my family members shared my classes with me so far. I took a seat in the back of the room for advance placement biology. I was glad to learn that I would sit by myself.

It didn't seem to take long for a group of hormone induced human males to congregate around the table. They asked a myriad of questions all simultaneously making it difficult to answer a single one of them.

"A-hem," a voice said followed by a very dignified clearing of the throat. I suppressed my groan. Was it too much to ask to be apart from my brothers for seven hours? Really?

The males turned around to look at the intruder and instantly paled. They quickly walked back to their desks and sat themselves down without a single goodbye or backwards glance. Not that I minded, but still. I never ever got this kind of attention. It was somewhat nice.

A smug Aiden slid onto the barstool beside me and set his books on top of the science table.

I scowled at him and turned my concentration to the board the second the bell rang and a short, balding redheaded male walked in.

Aiden leaned in and whispered, "How're you doing?"

I ignored him.

"Aw, c'mon MacKayla! At least tell me you're fine," he insisted.

I glared at him before nodding.

When he grinned, I didn't even hesitate on flipping him the bird. And of course, from Mister Calm and Controlled, all I got was a low chuckle.

Lunch didn't seem to come fast enough for me. I spent my first four periods thinking about my imprint. I had no idea I would ever do such a thing! It didn't seem possible but as I replayed the scene over and over again in my head, no other explanation seemed to fit the way the world seemed so complete. Not to mention the fact that even though his name was unknown to me, I missed his presence and it unnerved me.

I met up with my family at lunch where they sat at a long table. Only five of the twelve ate but it seemed like a great illusion that the rest did so. The minute I joined he table, my eyes reached out and searched the crowd for my tall and beautiful imprint. I was sadly distraught to learn he wasn't anywhere I could see.

My eyes fell to the table and a tray was pushed in front of my line of sight. Immediately two warm arms pulled me into their chest and a kiss was brushed on my temple. Though I secretly needed what my father was giving me, I pushed him away and blushed a deep scarlet. "Dad!" I whispered. "You're going to embarrass me!"

He raised a brow but the worry on his face had me regretting pushing him away. He placed an arm around my waist and I couldn't help but lean my head on his shoulder. "Mac, what happened today?"

That brought the attention of the table solely to me and I paled. I was never one who enjoyed the spotlight. "Nothing," I lied, winding a strand of hair behind my ear.

My father's brown eyes narrowed. "Bullshit."

"I don't want to talk about it," I said brusquely and averted my eyes to the tray that my mother had given me. I fiddled with a bread roll and looked up for my imprint again but with no luck. I felt Aiden's attempts to get into my head and I made the barrier bigger, wider, and thicker.

"Why do you keep doing that?" he hissed at me.

"Doing what?" I asked innocently.

He scowled at me. "What is wrong with you today?"

My eyes snapped fire at his but I didn't answer him. I took the plate of uneaten food and stood up. I threw it in the trashcan and flung the cafeteria doors open, stalking outside to get some fresh air. I sat down on a wooden bench that was beside the sidewalk and ran my hands through my hair.

"Are you feeling better?"

I turned around nearly falling off my seat. My imprint smiled down at me and joined me on the bench. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," he apologized.

"No," I denied immediately, my cheeks getting hot for the millionth time that day. "No, you didn't scare me. Caught me off guard though," I conceded.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you okay?"

I looked up into his clear, dark blue eyes just as a ray of sunshine escaped the gray cloud cover. His hair had dark streaks of auburn in the sun, I noted. And it was beautiful. "I'm fine. I had a really bad headache."

"That caused you to faint?" he teased.

My mouth opened and closed, working to get words out that made any sense to someone other then myself. "Yes?" It came out as a question rather then a statement.

He smiled crookedly and it caused my heart rate to quicken. Oh, this human was so amazing –

Human. That word made me freeze, locked up my body, and scared me stiff. He was a human. I'll live for eternity. He'll live for less than a hundred years. I can command anything around me with my mind. He can't. I turn into a huge white wolf. He can't. My mother and her side drink the blood of animals. He only needs the blood already within his veins.

I stood up abruptly and grabbed my purse. "I'm sorry, but I have to get going."

He frowned. "But you just got here."

Yes," I amended, "but I really should get going. My family might get worried."

"Can I at least know your name?" he asked.

"MacKayla!" I shouted over my shoulder as I ran back towards the school. I went in through the side door to avoid the annoyingly protective people I lived with. It occurred to me then that I didn't even know his name. I didn't even know his name!

But then why should I? He's going to die. He's probably better off with out you, Mac. I ran into the bathroom and slid down the wall until I sat leaning against it on the tiled floor. I was never this emotional. Never. So why was I now? Why was I crying in a bathroom stall that has seen one too many STDs? I definitely could not chalk this up to PMS either. That day was by far the worst in MacKayla Black history. I was known as a strong woman, a strong willed and levelheaded werewolf. There was no reason for this to be happening to me. No. Reason.

I stood up and splashed my face with cold water. I watched as the water dripped down until the bell rang. I dried my face and sauntered off to fifth period in a daze. It was Trigonometry and I assumed the stares I got meant something but I didn't care. I saw my brother Ravyn sitting down at an empty table and I stiffened. This is not what I needed right now.

The only open seat was beside him and I didn't miss the smug smile on his face. "Why are they all so shocked?" I asked needing a distraction.

"Sophomores usually take algebra II. Trig is mostly juniors and seniors."

"Why? It's easy."

He shrugged one massive shoulder as the bell rang and his green gaze rested on my face. "Wanna tell me what you're hiding?"

I shook my head. "No point in sharing it if I'm hiding it, right?" I smiled coyly.

"Mac," his voice softened. Ravyn was the only one who could break me and he knew it. "Mac, we're all worried about you. Please," he pleaded.

When Ravyn wanted to be, he was a very kind and trustworthy guy. If I told him, no way would anybody find out, not even if Aiden used the Alpha command on him. We learned that it didn't apply to those who qualified for the whole Alpha position.

So I leaned forward to copy the problem from the board and hid behind a curtain of black curls. "I imprinted," I whispered as quietly as I could manage.

Except he exploded. He stood up so fast the chair flipped over and made a loud boom. "What?" he shrieked. Almost. He almost used his power in front of the class of twenty-three.

"Mr. Black, is there a problem?"

Ravyn scratched his neck nervously. "Yeah, I don't really understand how that answer worked?" He turned it into a question.

"I'll help," I volunteered, placing a hand on his arm.

He picked his chair up and sat back down, his gaze never wavering from mine. "Who is it?" he whispered.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" he said too loud.

The teacher looked up at him and Ravyn waved, flashing Mr. Hunt a smile.

"Will you keep it down?" I hissed at him.

"What do you mean you don't know?" he hissed back in a much quieter voice this time.

"Exactly that. I don't know. Did a guy carry me to the nurse's office this morning?" My heart fluttered at the prospect.

"Yeah, why…" He trailed off. "Him? You imprinted on Wyatt Parker?"

Wyatt. His name was Wyatt. Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt. "Keep it down, Ravyn."

"Mackie, I can't believe this. I'm happy for you."

I raised a brow. "Oh? He's a human."

"So? There's always ways to fix that."

"I will not make him vampire. I'll just leave him alone."

Ravyn snorted. "Yeah, MacKayla. Good luck with that. I give you a day tops."

I punched his arm. "Don't be rude. I can do it."

"Whatever, Little Mac."

I really hated that nickname. It started when the boys were first introduced to Big Mac's at Mc Donald's. Oh the joy. Because I was the youngest, I became Little Mac rather than Big Mac though Big Mac wasn't much better.

"Ravyn. Promise me you won't tell anyone! Not even Aiden no matter what he tries to do to you."

He frowned. "Why wouldn't you want the family to know? This is good news."

Not it wasn't. "Please, Birdie. I want to tell them in my own time."

Ravyn sighed. "I promise. You're lucky I'm great at keeping a secret."

Yeah, thank the Lord for that.

And not for the fact that Leah was now tripping into class, her face beet red.

Mr. Hunt turned to look at her with an agitated expression. "Miss Black, I presume?"

She nodded.

"Go take you seat," he instructed, his voice annoyed with her disturbance.

Leah sat down next to me, her face trying not to belay what she had been doing a moment ago. "Seriously," I whispered. "Can you two not make out every second of the day?"

She laughed quietly. "Not really."

Ravyn chuckled. "Man! I can't wait till I imprint."

I leaned forward over my notebook to hide my expression. Wyatt, my mind chanted. Wyatt…

When the bell rang, I nearly ran out of the room at break neck speed. My sixth period was AP English and I didn't even bother to hurry. I didn't want to be bombarded with any guys, not when I was so very taken with another.

I entered the stuffy room with thirty seconds to spare. I inwardly laughed exuberantly. Until I saw a deep blue gaze with dark gold flecks and a teal rim lock with mine. My breath caught and my foot hit a binder that was thrown carelessly on the floor. I was propelled forward thanks to the laws of gravity and I forced my instincts down so I would appear human. My body fell onto the carpet and my face hit the teacher's podium – though why it would be in a language class was beyond me.

I groaned as the class began to laugh at my klutziness, though in truth, I wasn't klutzy. Ever.

"Miss Black?" Mrs. Williams asked with concern.

I nodded and picked myself up. "I'm fine. Happens all the time."

"Are you sure?"

I rubbed my lower back. "Oh yeah," I said in strained voice. "I'm good."

To my complete chagrin and my complete joy, she had me sit next to the one person who had a boatload of control over me. He just didn't know it yet. As I situated myself beside him, I saw his face light up an instant before he frowned. "Are you okay?" he asked for the third time that day.

"Totally," I said in the same strained voice as before. I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I just wanted to make sure the carpet was soft."

His deep, melodic laugh reverberated through me and I melted. Became putty at his feet like in the movie Casper. "If you say so," he murmured. "So where did you move from?" he asked causally.

It made me wonder if I had the same affect on him as he did me. "Forks," I answered, jotting down the assignment Mrs. William wrote down on the board.

"Wow," he breathed. "That is a seriously small town."

I shrugged. Perhaps, but to an immortal that only needed the woods to make her happy, the population count didn't matter. "I guess," I said aloud. "Have you lived here all your life?"

"Yeah," he answered. He ran a hand through his shinny locks. "Three generations. It gets annoying when everyone in town knew you great-grandfather or went to school with you mom and dad."

He should meet my family, I thought. As class started, I did my best to ignore him. To ignore his warm, sandalwood scent that drove me crazy. I could have spent hours just smelling him. Not to mention his good looks. I stared at him in amazement. I didn't deserve to have an imprint. I was a hybrid, born of a hybrid. This shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have imprinted.

If what my father believed was true, that we imprint to pass the gene along, then how was it possible for me to imprint? How was that, even though my body has stopped growing, which means that I don't even have a menstrual cycle, how was it that I imprinted?

I froze as the thought occurred to me and I turned away from the Godlike creature beside me. Did this mean that I could have kids? Did this mean that I was meant to pass on the genes? I shook my head. Don't get your hopes up, MacKayla.

I made sure that I ignored him for the remainder of the period and I was out the door once the bell rang, not wanting to give him a chance to get past my defenses. I was supposed to be leaving him alone but every time he looked at me, and I at him, all I wanted to do was stare at him until he talked to me in his beautiful voice. Or better yet, have him kiss me…

I shook my head and took determined strides to P.E. I froze. And screamed. Not out load but in Aiden's and Ravyn' heads. I saw them cringe and their heads whipped towards me. They both laughed. I almost smiled until I saw my dad and Aunt Alice come out from inside the locker rooms. I screamed louder in their heads. They both pressed their hands to their temples.

"Is it really that hard?" I mumbled beneath my breath as I walked towards them. "Is this school that small? Is the principle out to get me? What the hell?"

"Mac!" Alice yelled exuberantly.

I scowled at her and the rest of my family. She merely smiled. "Can I switch out of this class? I have too many classes with them." I pointed at my brothers.

My dad laughed and shook his head. He ruffled my hair. "Sorry, squirt."

"Yeah, thanks," I muttered and went to change.

When I came back out just as the bell rang, I became as still as a statue. There conversing with Ravyn, was Wyatt.

Ravyn! Get away from him, you evil, vile beastie!

Ravyn looked back at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes and he smiled devilishly.

I decided to use my superhero like hearing to eavesdrop.

"So, you have a thing for my sister?" Ravyn asked him point blank.

"Ahh…" I saw Wyatt scratch his neck. "I don't really know her that well. But yeah, I guess I do."

Ravyn's eyes got dark. "Just so you know, if you hurt her, you have me and our brother Aiden to beat the living crap out of you

Wyatt nodded. "I know how you feel. My younger sister just got her first boyfriend and when I saw them kissing, I wanted to rip his head off. Almost did."

Ravyn relaxed instantly and threw an arm over Wyatt's shoulders with a low laugh. "I have a feeling you and me will get along great."

I stopped listening and groaned. But the thought of Wyatt being protective of his younger sister melted something in the region of my heart. I walked over to them and threw Ravyn's arm off of Wyatt's shoulders. "Stop," I said to him. "People will get the wrong impression about you. See?" I jerked my chin to some guys staring at Ravyn. "They've already started ogling you. Nice going, Birdie." I laughed and walked away.

I heard Wyatt's booming laughter join mine and I grinned as wide as possible. I walked up to Aiden and wound my arm through his, pulling him away from the coach who was talking with Alice. "Did you hear what I said to Ravyn?"

Aiden smirked. "I think everyone in the gym did, Little Mac."

I scrunched my face up. "Oh well. It was worth it. How has your day gone so far?"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Leah is in most of my classes. Too bad she isn't in this one as well. Now I don't have an excuss to grope her while playing basketball."

I shook my head at him. "You have problems."

Aiden laughed. "Don't I know it."

"Alright, class! Ten laps!" Coach Johnson ordered.

Groans erupted and I laughed. Ten was nothing. Try doing seven miles a day and that's just as a warm up. Wimps.

Since it was Monday, we had conditioning and it was difficult to make myself appear at least slightly weak. I wasn't weak in the least. I could bench press six hundred and twenty pounds without even breaking a sweat. Albeit that it's mostly due to my paranormal stuff but still! I had to pretend to only be able to bench press a hundred. And when I did, my father and Aunt Alice were glaring at me like it was still too heavy.

"So," Wyatt said idly as he spotted me on the bench. "One hundred. That is really impressive."

I shrugged my shoulders holding in the laughter.

MacKayla! You are being so reckless!

I mentally stuck my tongue out at Aiden. Using Wyatt's help, I put the bar back onto the stand and sat up. "When you grow up with my brothers, you have to be strong."

He grinned. I got up to spot him and watched as he placed two hundred and forty pounds on the bar. I squeaked. He looked up at me from beneath the bar. "What?"

"Yeah, two hundred and forty pounds is real wimpy. Totally."

He grinned lopsidedly and I melted again. I cleared my throat and concentrated on his reps. And tried really hard not to concentrate on his biceps. And abs. And pectorals. Did I mention he was shirtless? Well, he was. And his chest was so… mouth watering. It was bare, not a single hair or blemish on it and watching his muscles flex was extremely distracting.

I was salivating by the time he was done. I felt someone looking at me and looked up to meet Aiden's gaze as well as my father's. Shit.

You imprinted! You fucking imprinted, MacKayla! That's what you've been hiding!

I cringed and pressed a head against my head. Aiden always was the loudest when he was pissed. No.

Crap. DON'T LIE TO ME!

I fell to my knees and Aiden was at me side instantly pulling me against his chest. "God, Mac, I'm sorry," he whispered.

Wyatt sat up and eyed me strangely. "What happened?"

"She needs to get home," he said brusquely before lifting me into his arms and carrying me out of the weight room.

"Aiden!" I protested.

He didn't stop until I was outside of the room, standing in front of the girl's locker room. "Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded.

I leaned my head back on the wall. "I wanted to tell everyone on my own time. He's human, Aiden. I need time to come to terms with that."

He frowned. "Make him a vampire," he suggested, his brows creased.

"No! I will not subjugate him to that kind of life style. I would rather watch him die of old age."

"You say that now, but just wait till it happens. You'll have wished you had turned him."

Aiden walked back to the weight room and I slumped against the wall before making my way into the locker room to change. By the time the bell rang I was out the doors and into my car to wait for my family, Aiden's voice still ringing in my head. And what hurt the worst was that it was the truth.

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