A promise is a promise and here we are with a brand new chapter 16 for SN. It would have been sooner but editing is a bitch and proofreading takes time.

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Chapter 16: Be You

Bella's POV

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth or so help you God?

In the court of public opinion it's possible to take the truth, spin it to sound like a lie or spin a lie to sound like the truth.

I, Bella Swan, however, am a terrible liar.

I could not lie to James to keep him from trying to kill me.

I could not lie to Edward to keep him from leaving.

I could not lie to Jacob about anything.

And I would never lie to Logan. He'd know that you were lying anyways.

So I damn sure could not lie to Renée or Phil about what they had just walked into.

Now, there is that slim chance that convictions can be overturned.

However there is no lie, no simple or clean way out of this.

There just isn't.

Especially since I was phased into... her , Rosalie was missing a hand and not bleeding or showing any pain for it being gone and the entire house was nearly about to fall over from our fight.

How does one explain the fact that apart of me now is a hulking, ancient and folklore beast known as a lycan? How does someone explain that the creatures, the mythical monsters taught to be fake are actually real?

It was like time had genuinely froze once that piercing scream filled with true utter stark and horror had been let out from Renée's mouth. And Phil, oh, Phil... my stepfather looked like a ghost. His tan skin was now a pale white. His blue eyes even teared up a bit as they flickered back and forth surveying the damage done to his once beautiful home just to finally land and widen at the wiggling, convulsing manicured hand near the broken flatscreen.

No one moved an inch or said a word.

"Wh-What..." Phil took a huge gulp of air as he finished his question. "What is going on in here?"

What was going on in here, he asked?

We all just revealed the existence of things that were not supposed to exist. We were screwed. That's what was going on in here.

Logan held up his hands as if he were surrendering and trying to convey no harm. "It's not what you think!"

"N-Not what we... think?" Renée questioned with raised eyebrows. Her face said other things, though. Her face didn't know what to think and her eyes didn't know what exactly she was looking at.

Rosalie—perfect Rosalie—was a physical mess with caked make-up on her face, wet and ripped designer clothes, had her once perfect blonde hair matted, held tightly in clumps in my clawed paw and was missing appendages... what would the average person think after witnessing that?

Logan shot forward again—I loved it how he often took control when no one else seemed to—sighing, "Just," he paused and motioned to the disheveled and partially destroyed leather couch. "Wait right here... actually, sit."

Neither of Renée nor Phil seemed to move.

"Come on, sit." Logan urged again, stepping over broken glass to grab both of their hands and guide them over to the chair.

Reluctantly Phil sat down, wincing when the couch sunk lower than it already was. That one little movement made my mother scream like she was being attacked.

Over dramatic ass. You'd be the same if you saw what shesaw! I have already seen what she has saw. I am what she saw.

"Renée, Renée!" Logan shook her gently once twice. "You're fine... it's just the couch."

His words seemed to placate her and calm her down but she latched onto Phil, shaking at the still ugly sight in front of her.

Logan turned to face me now, hair belonging to the vampire still clutched in my paws, Rosalie still kneeled at my feet. She had no intention of letting this one go. She was well aware of the situation laying right before us but didn't care. And she didn't dare look at him.

He knew I was avoiding his gaze for a reason. He knew even though we were caught and our existences were revealed, to her which was me, Rosalie still hadn't had enough. Rosaliewas the prey.

"Bella, outside... now." Logan ordered in a commanding volume, the sharp tone of a hidden alpha laced in his rasped yet deep, slow-drawling voice.

His green eyes changed a tone or two darker and flashed amber when I made no attempts to move from my spot or let Rosalie go. I could tell this was no longer him but him. It made her purr inside of me at the thought of challenging him.

"Bella?" He murmurs my name—ignoring Renée's sidebar whimpers at the fact that he had just called the wolf-looking beast a few feet away from her, my name—his voice deep and hoarse yet itching with authority. "I said, go outside. Now."

She was like a child dancing inside of me. And... knew therepercussions of disobeying. Hell, there was that fight earlier and she definitely learned her lesson. This time though, her disobeying an alpha order was somehow different.

It was something about the idea of Logan... disciplining her. It ignited a spark of excitement. She squirms inside. A gush of heat floods me. I exhale a shallow breath, glancing at him. If I wasn't phased my cheeks would be red hot.

"Come on," he waved for me to follow him out the destroyed back door. It's the way he sounded. He could sense the arousal. "Please."

The word please calmed me from within and slowly, my hand released Rosalie's hair. I growl at how she crawls away towards her husband but regardless follow the order given to me, running outside to follow Logan around the back of the house away from them and their eyes.

He watches as I phase back, sighing in one short and quick breath, "Bella, what the fuck is going on through that head of yours?"

His woodsy drawl never sounded more enticing than it does now. "We're in some deeper shit than ever before and yet..." A fresh wave of arousal pulses through me and I can't help but squeeze my thighs together at how he was looking at me with those damn eyes. He utters a muffled curse, tearing his gaze away from me then towards the house and back. "... you still find some way to... just do these things to me."

He shakes his head. "She's such a tease, that disobeying she-wolf. She just loves fucking with him now, doesn't she?"

I moan once he licks his lips and steps close to me. "Logan..."

He grasps the ends of my hair, tugging me, lowering his mouth to mine. He nips on my lower lip the pries open my mouth with his warm tongue. I moan when he slips his tongue between my parted lips, the sounds that were ripped from me simply embarrassing yet heightening the carnality of our kiss. I breath harshly once his big hands trailed slowly down my back and grabbed my ass. Just one ginger touch over that sensitive area, the first mark from him, could send me over the edge. He knew what it was doing to me. He liked the sound of me moaning into the kiss, about to have a release just from him touching the mark he gave me on my ass. He pulled me closer until I was literally standing on my toes, pressed into him, trying to guide my bruised and naked body onto his. His dick may have been covered and concealed from the shorts he wore but I could still feel his heat and

hardened self as if there was nothing blocking me from him at all.

Oh, I wanted him. I hadn't felt him inside of me ever sinceRenée's accident and I missed the feeling of him filling me. I couldn't help it when my legs try to wrap around his waist and my fingers burrow into his hair and tug the silky strands in an attempt to continue to meld his face with mine. Our kiss was still going and like a wet, raging tornado, tongues twisting uncontrollably yet passionately back and forth.

Everything was happening so fast because it was all long overdue. I felt myself not caring at all about the events happening right now. Screw everyone inside that destroyed house right now. All I wanted was my Logan. My piece of something that was giving me something new.

But he pulled away before we could go any further, damning me in all ways. Again.

"Later." His hoarse voice whispers. I got sick of that word. "We have to deal with this shit first."

I wanted to protest and yell and complain because I needed him in that way but of course, I had chosen the wrong times today and of course, we did have to deal with the mess we were now caught up in no matter how much I wanted to forget it all ever happened.

As said before so many times, you can never catch a break.

Even after dying and coming back. Right.

Logan eyed me for a second before turning to jog back into the house.

"Just gotta' get something..." I heard him announce to everyone probably expectant and waiting.

He emerges out the broken back door with something blue in his hands. He tosses it to me and when I unravel it, I recognize it as this simple cotton dress Renée brought for me during our dreaded "new-me" shopping trip.

I slip it on, covering the bruises and bite marks from the fight with Rosalie that were taking their precious sweet time to heal and making me mad all over again and want to hurt her some more but the anger is released through a heavy sigh.

Rosalie was saved by my mother walking in on what could've been her death. And her humiliation in front of her husband should have been enough to satisfy my anger. I just couldn't believe how she would lie to Alice like that and how she could even think to blame me for everything that went wrong, asking why I had to be here when Renée was my mother, saying how could I have made her miscarry and whatever else. But that second beating or conversation with her would have to wait for now.

Logan holds out his hand and I take it, letting him guide me back into the destroyed home where shit had hit the fan.

When we walk to stand before all of the rubble and broken glass, my mother stands up abruptly, shrieking, "Bella?!"

A loud gasp follows as I nod and grab ahold of her shoulders, calmly retorting, "Renée—mom, I can explain."

No explanation would be simple enough to say what was making her go crazy. She shook her head once then twice, blue eyes going back and forth between me and the back door. "Bella, where—what—your hair, you look... the monster!" She pointed towards the patio. "Where did it go?!"

"Mom," I sigh in exasperation. I wanted to just die of this frustration I suddenly felt. I knew her mind was trying to piece things together bit by bit, like for instance why I looked different, why the beast she saw disappeared and suddenly I appeared... I motion to the leather couch behind her where Phil sat with the same look on his face. "I'm going to need you to sit down for this. I'm going to need you to ignore everything all around you and focus on me and the sound of my voice."

She gives me a shaky nod, eyes on me and only me.

Logan brought forth a trash can and her eyes read confusion at the action before she could come to understand why.

I stepped away for a split second to tend to the wiggling appendage that destroyed Phil's flatscreen.

With a grimace and ignoring the definite urge to burn it, I toss Rosalie her squirming hand.

"Thanks." She murmurs, her voice barely a notch or two able to be heard. She proceeds to spit venom on her amputee and allow her hand to reattach itself back to her wrist.

I don't miss the gag reaction from my mother and her almost vomiting in the trash can.

"Make yourself useful and get them both some water." I then tell the blonde with a little vehemence in my tone once her hand is back in place.

Surprisingly I hear no lip or any sign of reluctance from her because she does just what I say and walk into the kitchen, searching through all of the broken dishes and parts for any drinkable glass. Then goes into the fridge and pour two cups of water.

"Emmett." I snap my fingers at the brawny vampire and nudge my head towards the silent Rosalie. "Check on the stability of your wife." Because with her listening to me like that, something wasn't right.

His eyes widen a bit at my snappiness and there's that familiar twinkle. He is no longer glaring daggers but just staring in wonder.

"Today." I snap my fingers again in a hasty fashion and he hops to it with a twitch in his lips as if he wanted to smile. Or did I imagine that?

"Bella, Logan... Rosalie... Emmett!" Renée stands to her feet, tears coating her eyes. "What is going on!"

She ignores the water offered by Rosalie and waits with crossed arms for an answer to her question.

Here goes...

"Mom, Phil... It's a long story."

There was no other way to say it.

.

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"S-So, let me get this straight." Phil started, nervously running a hand over his head, "You two are... vampires. They're real. They exist."

Rosalie nods once. "Yes."

"The C-Cullens... and Bella's ex, Edward... are v-vampires, too?" Renée adds, nearly choking on her words.

Rosalie nods twice. "Yes."

My mother was clutching pearls with a hand over her chest like she was going to faint.

It took a while to explain without a shocked gasp or interruption of what had transpired since I was sent to Forks and then sent to Danville. I started with meeting the Cullens and dating Edward. Then to our horrible end with him taking his sparkly supernatural family with him.

For your safety. He lied. It would be as if I never existed. Allbullshit.

I didn't explain to her about the wolves / shape shifters in La Push because that wasn't my secret to tell, but she did cometo know about the reason why I was now something unimaginable and had Logan with me at my side unconditionally. She covered her mouth at the fact that I actually died and that the only way I could've been brought back was from this beast that was now apart of me. Even though she teared up and her mind seemed to be shifting gears, her eyes... they held this understanding to them. As did Phil's.

"Look, Renée, I never asked for this life, for this curse. I never asked to be turned into this… this thing that never ages, never changes, is never able to have children or grow old with the man I love." Rosalie states over the silence, her tone solemn. "We were brought into this world because Carlisle our sire and father figure thought it would save our lives, which it did, but at what cost?

I'm sorry. I want to apologize for intruding in your life and causing such damage to your beautiful home. Emmett and I...

we should have never stayed in the first place, knowing you were her mother and for the fact of you being human. And now that you know what we are, it will be best if we just leave and you forget all of this ever happened—"

I cut her off, "Hold on, Rosalie." And shake my head. "No."

Her head whips to face me, tilting to the side in confusion. "What?"

"You're not just going to up and leave on my mother just like your brother did to me." I nearly snarl through gritted teeth.

"Bella, she knows we exist!" She yells, throwing her hands up in frustration and letting them fall to her sides.

"So?!" I counter back, shrugging.

"So?" Her eyebrows wrinkle in distaste.

"Yeah, so! Who gives a fuck?" My tongue tingled at the rawness but I ignore it and shovel it down. I was beginning to shake and get angry at the fact that she was ready to up and leave. It would be as if I never existed. Is what she would tell my mother and she'd probably fall into that same sickening depression that I did when he fucking left.

Chain reactions.

Emmett stepped forward to back his wife up, "Bella, the Volturi—they could find out and—"

I interrupt that excuse. "Renée would never tell. My mother is many things. She's clumsy, childish at times," the sound of my mother clearing her throat makes me change my tone and crack a smile for the first time since this conversation began. "but one thing she can do is keep a secret. Just as I did for you, she could do just the same."

"You don't get to just skip town now that shit is out." I narrow my eyes and wave a hand at our surroundings. Broken glass, broken furniture, broken walls and no patio doors anymore.

It's a blessing the only other neighbors my mother didn't bother getting to know where an old couple and rarely left the house but were currently away on a visit to another state. Yeah, Logan actually took the time to see what they were all about after the accident. Quaint, nice and sweet old people. A vision of what he'd want us to become. A vision of what Rosalie and Emmett would never have. "Look at this mess! You're going to pack your bags and leave her with nearly a destroyed house?"

Actually, I change my mind. Leave. Go.

I didn't miss that bitch of a vampire roll her eyes and sneer, "Bella, if I recall, you attacked me first. You're the one responsible—"

I grit my teeth and stare at her, whole body now shaking like an earthquake. Even Logan couldn't calm me with the touch of his hands and whispering in my ear.

"You're... the one respo—" she started to falter and slowly her arms began to uncross over her chest. "We're both responsible for—" she pauses and shakes her head, thickly swallowing air. "Emmett and I will pay for all of the damage done and be gone. We can have this place fixed before the sun rises..."

The earthquake ceases. "Good. The sooner the better." I smile.

Oh, that's something new. Scaring her to do your bidding. Shedeserves it.

A meek and cracked voice stops my inner sanctum cheer and turns my attention to my mother. She stirs in her seat, "But... Rosalie, I-I don't want you to leave."

"Renée..." the vampire trails off, genuine concern laced in her tone, "We..." she looks away from her, unable to say anything else. Does she actually not want to leave? Questionable.

I look from her to Renée.

"Phil and I, we don't want any of you to go." She chides sadly, eyes moving between me, Rosalie, Logan and Emmett.

My stepfather finally stands from his position on the broken leather chair, adding, "The Voltarni, Voltaire, Volturi, whatever these people or things call themselves won't know a thing. We won't tell a soul."

It was one thing for Rosalie and Emmett to go, but me? I was was staying put. There was no way I was leaving. And I reassure her of that. "Mom, I'm not going anywhere."

"But Bella, with you and him as a... wolf man-wolf woman... won't they be after you?" She questions, finally coming to understand how dangerous all of this was.

"They don't know about us. We don't even know much about what we are, Renée." A shrug plays on Logan's shoulders. "And it's an even longer story about how I ended up with this curse."

"A real long one, mom." I smile and say, "It'll remind you of those soap operas you watch."

"Or used to."

We all turn to that deep base of a voice and give him a questionable look. Emmett and his jokes.

Rosalie doesn't skip a beat as she punches him on the arm and rolls her eyes. He winces and rubs the area, whining like a child, "What, babe? What did I do?"

The blonde flips her messy hair in response and focus back to the situation at hand.

"Look, as much as we want to stay... it could be dangerous. Part of the reason we left Forks in the first place was for her safety."

Bullshit.

"Oh yeah right, you're no good samaritan Rosalie." This time I sneer and roll my eyes. "You were glad to leave. You never liked me."

She shoots towards me with vampiric speed and growls in my face, "That is not true—" and I started to shake and itch to phase again just to physically force her away from me. It would be another fight on our hands yet this time, it wasn't Logan who intervened.

"Ladies! Supernaturals ... please!" Renée stomped a foot haughtily on the wooden floor and got between the both of us, a palm on either of our chests.

"Look, for my sake... no one argues and no one leaves!" She scolded. "Phil and I will keep your secrets and pretend this never happened!"

Way to go, mom.

My eyes widen a little at the acceptance. Was it really going to be that easy for now on?

She grabbed her husband's hand, voice sounding beyond exasperated. "Just, clean up this mess. I don't care how it gets done or who does it. Put our house back how it use to be, furniture and all and please, for all that is good and holy, do not kill each other."

They stepped over the rubble and broken objects, up the wooden stairs towards the hallway that lead to the bedrooms, thankfully unaffected by the hurricane of my supernatural fight.

"Logan, you seem responsible enough considering the fact that you dealt with this and saved my daughter's life by turning her into that."

My boyfriend nodded his head and saluted like he was being addressed by an army captain. "Ma'am."

Laugh lines and a brief smile flashed across my mother's face before she heavily sighs, "Help her, please."

"I'm going to go take a nap." She announces with a hand in the air.

"Me too." Phil trails behind her.

"Good night." He calls out from down the hall.

"Yeah, good night." Rosalie mumbles, face frowning, probably noting all of the cleaning she had to do.

She and I both were dancing inside at how easy this wasgoing to be. It should have never been this easy, though. I still was coming to grasp that this however, was Renée and Phil Dwyer we were dealing with. Charlie could probably never be this much accepting but my mother? Ugh. A kid in a candy store. I was truly grateful for her among other things.

I skip briefly down the hall over to her before she can retire to her room. "Mom?"

The usual habit of biting my lip comes back to me because at the moment of contemplating what exactly to say, I was probably chewing a hole through my bottom lip. Geez, I thought being a supernatural now would mean all the human things are left behind.

What does one say to the person that birthed them? Something simple because she was tired, yet something meaningful because she was just the best?

Unexpectedly, I wrap my arms around her and pull her in for a true mother-daughter hug. Something I needed to have. "I'm sorry and I love you." I became a quick emotional wreck, tears spilling from my eyes. "I was so horrible to you in the past month and I am so sorry!"

Renée grasps my waist and hugs me back tenfold, petting my now long hair affectionately. She then looks to me with hopeful eyes, wiping away my tears with the pads of her thumbs. "I love you too, Bella. No matter what."

She didn't have to say anything more. I could see through the ocean in her expressive blue eyes that she meant it and forgave me. We share a quick laugh and I let her go to her room, but not before hugging Phil as well and giving him a fatherly kiss on the cheek.

Before returning back to the destroyed living room and den area, I wipe away the remaining tears and calm my emotions with a large deep breath in and deep breath out.

"Now that that's all settled... I'll go pack my bag." I say with an extra spring in my step to Logan and the Cullens or should I say Mccarthy's.

Rosalie unfreezes from her spot, "Pack your bag?"

I ignore her and focus on my boyfriend's arms wrapping around my waist. He pulls me forward and gently kisses my lips. "And just where are you headed?"

My eyes automatically flutter seductively, "To your place. Renée did say to help me."

His own darkens, flashing a quick amber and he licks his lips appreciatively. Then that blonde vampire that suddenly became a nuisance to me adds her extra, loose change, "Renée also said to clean up."

I let go of Logan and turn to her, a vibration rippling through my body, "No one told you to do what you did that I know you did, Rosalie."

Her eyes widen a little and she looks like she's contemplating what I said and trying to figure out the meaning of my words. Oh, yeah. I heard your entire conversation with Alice. But shewouldn't get to know that. Not just yet.

I snap my fingers again and order, "So get to it, clean up. Besides, you're the one who bragged and said you could have it done before sunrise."

Then I smirk smugly and ask her monkey-man, "Emmett, you up for a friendly wager?"

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.

"What if I tried to kiss Madison?"

"You and I both know that won't happen."

"Okay... what if she tried to kiss me?"

"... You would more or less find some way to prevent that from happening."

"Well, what if she kissed me and strangely... I liked it."

"... you wouldn't."

"What if I did though?"

I shook my head at that thought.

"What if I liked it and we started making out and as we're making out, she's moaning and we start touching each other and I grab her—" I think we were starting to get somewhere now.

My mind flashed to the instant and one time I did see them kiss in front of me at school. The way he grabbed her and the way she smiled at me. She looked so smug. Thinking back to it now made me want to kick her in the throat. And rip her a new one. Tear her limb from limb, sink my teeth into her sickly fair skinned flesh.

"N-No—stop." My fists balled up and my teeth grit in efforts to stop the urge and the sudden rage building up inside of me. But he keeps talking about her.

He keeps going on about the things he'd do to her. Pushing my simmering jealousy and anger to boiling hot. "I grab her tits and squeeze real hard—"

Before I realize it, I can feel the trembles throughout my body. The urge and rage to claw at something. You're failing. I know!

All I can imagine is what he's saying. Him doing those things to someone else just... set me off. I was a whole vibration of fury.

The words spill out in growls, "Logan, shut up!"

He ignores me, his slow drawling voice almost like an echo that drips with innuendo, "I think you know very well what comes after I grab tits, Bella..."

I try to keep my voice quiet and firm, leaving no indication of the swirling vortex of uncontrollable rage taking place inside of me but it's no use.

"L-Logan, you better—" My attempt at a warning is cut short by a rippling growl that bellows from deep within and the shuddering of my body that erupts into that of my wolf.

I couldn't think but only react. It's one of those moments you didn't spare a thought about until it's over.

I'm snarling and snapping at the air as if it were Madison. Growling and clawing angrily at the nearest tree. Nature was not my friend today because I did some serious damage. All while Logan just watched with his arms crossed and those green eyes vigilant.

His gaze fixed on my tantrum brought me to an almost immediate stop. I felt shame to have lost control like that, a long whine coming from my snout. The sense of pride I felt when we first started practicing my control dissipated just that quickly.

"It's not your fault, babe. You're new to this." Logan uncrossed his arms and motions to me. "Come on, phase back now."

In mere seconds I am no longer her, but just Bella. And the apologizing begins profusely. "I'm sorry, so sorry... I thought I had it this time."

My eyes survey the damage. At least there was no broken trees or anything suspicious enough to the human eye.

"It's okay, Belly." He coaxed with outreached hands to bring me into a hug.

I swivel the other way though and shake my head. "No, Logan, it is not okay. If I can't control my anger then I phase around people and if I phase around people, well.."

I didn't even have to finish that sentence for the result to be obviously clear. Just the surroundings around me gave way to what could happen to the nearest person and the only reason that it didn't happen to Logan was because he didn't make me angry, just the thought of what he was describing with her. It makes me shudder even now. Plus, I'd never hurt him for his actions. Maybe.

Nimble fingers slick the golden hair in his face back. "... but we've been practicing for like two hours now and you did really good, I'd have to say."

We have been practicing with Logan throwing out any and every type of scenario to trigger my emotions and phasing. It was like damage control. Doing some damage with words and working on my control with phasing. I just never knew all it took was the thought of him with Madison. Not even that, just another female. She was really having an effect on my possessiveness towards Logan if all it took was a few words and thoughts about him and someone else being together.

"What if I can't ever control myself, though?" I was kind of afraid of that answer.

"I told you it took me nearly a year to be able to control myself and being with Madison—" he paused to laugh and shake my head when a quick shudder rang throughout my body at the mention of her name "—made it worse. You however, have only been a lycan for like some hours now and you're phasing quickly and easily. A little on the angrier side but it comes natural to you. All you are doing is being you. Maybe the key to control is to be you. Which you are a master at."

My eyes involuntarily roll and I try my best to hold back the smirk trying to curve it's way on my face. He catches this and winks appreciatively at me.

"You're just trying to make me feel better."

Logan grabs me by the waist and pulls me in for a quick kiss. "That and the fact that I'm telling the truth."

"If you say so..." I mumble against his lips once they're back on mine.

"I do say so." A quick smacking sound is heard from how quickly his lips keep leaving mine and finding their way back. His big hands come to cup over my cheeks and he's about to kiss me again but stops midway, green eyes looking past me. I turn to face what he's looking at with furrowed eyebrows and see nothing but trees and the outback. "We should get back to the cabin now."

I wanted to growl in frustration when he lets me go for the second time today but instead I jump up and holster his waist like a belt. My arms snake around his neck and I don't miss the licking of his lips and the way he hands reach below to grope my butt and hold me up against him.

"Why do we have to go back?" I whisper against his neck, "The sun's only setting... pretty romantic if you ask me..."

My eyes didn't betray me. He could see what exactly I wanted and I could feel from him that he wanted the same thing. It had been so long.

He drops me to stand at my feet and faces away from me. "Later."

"I'm tired of hearing that word, Logan." I find myself whining at him like someone deprived of their favorite thing in the world. A heavy huff leaves him as he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"You don't think I'm tired of saying it?!" he snaps, facing me.

"Then give me what you know we both want." I try to reach for him but he takes a step back.

She was getting agitated. For a brief second I felt her surfacefrom that other side of me—her side—but I swallow it down and chew my bottom lip at the constant rejection. Well, it wasn't rejection per se because he needed me just as much as I craved him but for some damn reason, held himself back.

"I can't Bella..." He uneasily trails off and grabs my hand, urging me forward. "Let's just go back and I'll explain from there..."

"Fine." The pout on my face was going to stay where it was until I got answers.

"I'll get a fire going." Logan started tending to the fireplace in his cabin while I flopped on the old futon, arms crossed over my chest and face still in a pout / scowl.

"And I'll wait for this explanation on why you refuse to have me." I retort back, sassiness laced in my tone.

He pauses briefly with setting the pieces of firewood in place and turns to give me a pointed look. Those green eyes darkened to a deep emerald and I swore I melted then and there.

His nose crinkles at the newfound scent probably wafting around his pine, oak and honeysuckle smelling cabin—my sweet juices coated in that area in between my legs.

I squirm in my seat at the way his tongue slowly juts out those two pink lips and he slowly, gingerly flicks it across them as if he were savoring something he couldn't yet taste. He however turns away from me and my attitude that he himself was getting turned on by and continues to set the fire to give the place a source of light.

The sun was steadily setting, making his cabin darker than it already was with only a few inconspicuously placed windows.

"Keep your face like that and it may just stay that way." I hear him bellow over the crackling of the newly lit fire.

My cheeks flush red from simmering impatience and the feeling of heat protruding off of him.

"Easy, girl." His eyes flicker to my face, down the length of my sprawled out body that lay across the futon. "I can show you better than I can tell you why we couldn't have sex. And that's not innuendo for anything."

My eyes roll but I listen on and watch as he approaches that untouched bookcase covered with old, weathered books and various potted wild plants. His fingers ghost over one book in particular and pulls it out of it's spot, blowing the dust away from the cover with a quick breath of air.

He gently lays beside me and flips open the book to a particular page. Curiosity killed the cat because I was no longer focused on the ache in between my legs but wanting to know what was so important in this book.

On the page contained a series of calendars depicting the different phases of the moon.

This current month was a new moon. However...

"Today marks the start of the full moon, Bella."

My eyes roam over the depiction of the moon, luminous and bright. Just from looking at that picture, I feel this twinge deep inside. I swallow like there's something in the back of my throat.

"You feel it too, huh?" Logan questions with raised eyebrows, flipping the page.

"What is this feeling?"

Instead of answer my question, he points to the page and I begin to read the fine print.

full moon is known primarily as the"Wolf Moon".Sometimesit is also referred to as the Old Moon.

He motions for me to continue reading.

According to ancient philosophers, the moon affects human behavior and health by its gravitational pull on body fluids. While debunked by most modern scientists, some note the fact that it does indeed, affect various animals in nature.

Referred to as the Wolf Moon, for a reason, scientists link the effect of the moon on tides to that in werewolves; the moon

manages to negate (or delay) the transformation or speed it up by putting the (would-be) werewolf in a hyperactive mode.

"What does this mean?"

He shrugs his shoulders briefly before closing the book and tossing it carelessly to the wooden floors.

"During the full moon, you can hear all types of coyotes and normal wolves howling towards the light. It's the brightest light the moon has to offer, Belly." Logan states, facing me. He starts playing gently with my fingers. "If it makes normal wolves howl at the sky like they're on drugs or something... imagine what it could make us do, being lycans and all."

I take this in, curiosity at it's peak from this newfound information, "You've never been outside during a full moon have you?"

He shakes his head. "I didn't want to take any risks and I damn sure don't want to take any with you either."

"You make it sound like I'd be rabid or something." I laugh and playfully mush his face. "I know I'm new to this but I do have some sense of control." - "And what's this got to do with ushaving sex?"

"It's got everything to do with it, Bella." Logan sits up in his spot, roaming shaky fingers through his hair. "I don't know what could happen when that light hits us and trust me, if we had sex outside like you wanted..."

I sit up as well. "Go on."

He falters for a minute.

"Say it, please."

A quick sigh escapes his lips and his voice turns a notch or two deeper than it already is. He slowly drawls out, churning my insides all mushy and gooey, "If we started something in those woods, Bella..." he bites his lips for a split second, "We wouldn't stop going until the next day."

Logan pins me with his deep gaze, "We wouldn't be able to control ourselves being what we both are now and I wouldn't just mark you again, Bella... I'd carve my name on your pussy and spread our mixed scents all over this damn outback for every supernatural and all things alike to smell and know."

I inhale deeply, my body leaning towards him automatically. I was shaking again. But this time not from anger or the urge to phase but from the feeling of his words coating me and, gingerly filling my ears and mind with thoughts.

I felt myself gushing again. Soaking. The cotton dress covering everything from him suddenly felt itchy against my skin and the mark on my buttcheek began to throb.

"Isabella?" His murmurs my full fucking name, his voice deep, rasped and hoarse.

I exhale a shallow breath, glancing at him, cheeks hot, and dripping underneath.

"What are you thinking?" His slow drawl never sounds more enticing than it does now.

"Nothing."

It was getting hot in here.

"Tell me."

He, too leans forward. His body mere centimeters away from mine. We were practically breathing in each other's air.

A slight shrug plays on my shoulders. I don't meet his hooded gaze but stammer up a response, "I-I was just thinking... we can't go outside for the rest of the night..." my throat felt dry suddenly. "S-So, what are we supposed to do now until the morning?"

"I have an idea."

I can barely get out the sharp gasp caught in my throat when in one swift motion I'm laying on my back and Logan is hovered over me. His eyes are milking me, making short inaudible mewls leave my mouth in anticipation of what's to come. Too fast for me to think, he hauls the cotton dress over my head, tossing it somewhere on the floor away from my body. The stripping warm air heats my body, making my nipples perk and face flush pink.

There's no warning as he dips his head down, landing where I wanted it to be most.

He bites down lightly on my lower lips making me gasp, then soothes the slight sting with his warm, sleek tongue. Both sensations and the roughness of his roaming hands that find their way, grabbing and softly rubbing my ass makes me moan. I nearly cry out when he slips his tongue between my parted lips. Softly then roughly stroking my sopping wet pussy, lapping and drinking at the sticky hot mess. It ignites sparks of desire that make my heart dance wildly within me, and pulse that starts echoing down in between my thighs.

We were going to go all night.

A/N:

I'm still working out the kinks of how exactly the personas of the lycans are defined, so for now think of them as sort of alternate personalities that add flavor to the already established personalities.

They are their own separate entities but are given a voice this time, rather than the original wolves the shapeshifters are given. In Twilight, to me it seems that the shifters' (Sam, Jacob, Paul etc) wolves gave personalities and are the driving force of their instincts but they aren't expanded upon, which is what I want to do with Bella and Logan's lycans.

With that being said, there will be much more to come with this story and much more information and plot changes about the lycans to come. And oh, my… the next chapter will be something.

I hope that you all enjoyed this one though and continue to support this story and read! Please drop a review and let me know what you think.

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(Be You by Peyton)