A/N: Here it is, the next installment. This week is being crazy and incredibly busy so the next update will be in a couple days, max. I'm dedicated to finish this. Thanks for the reviews, favorites and follows. I appreciate all the support this has been getting. :)

As I stepped out side, I cursed the fact that I left my bike there only a few hours ago. Don't get me wrong, I loved my old truck. Its complete restoration was the second purchase I made for myself with the inheritance . She had been sitting for a couple days now anyway. I tried to rationalize the phone call I just had. Focus on anything but the serious nature of what had just taken place. I didn't want to assume but After I said my piece they didn't correct my assumption before the line went dead. Not before a loud clanging crash was heard in the background followed by a growl I was all too familiar with.

Ten minutes in and I threw my truck into park letting her idle as I stormed toward the side door.

Paul had three of the guys at bay, under him pinned by his paws and his Jaws. One of which was none other than Jax. Happy and Tig were his other unfortunate chew toys at the moment. Deciding to handle this with my classic nature, i opted for wit.

"Holy fuck, Paul! Heel!" I yelled at him causing him to look up at me indignantly.

"Over here now you idiot." He stalled looking at the men around him.

"NOW!"

He trotted over the pads of his paws landing heavily against the concrete. Now that he was listening and the Sons were safe-er. My concern went to another issue.

"Who's listening." Paul huffed and looked away.

I grabbed his scruff with as much effort as I could, and forced his eyes to mine.

"Who's there." His eyes went somber as his flanks slouched.

Of all the people, it had to be Jake looking in through his eyes. Jake had patrol early. he usually did. He was the one person that I didn't want to see in all this. The one person that refused to let go. If he came here the only way to get him to leave was to beat it out of him in some way, to make him finally give up after all this time.

"Mother fucker. Phase back, asshole. NOW!"

The air around us shimmered with the energy needed for his body to shift back into his male form. I was fuming.

"Some one want to explain to me what the fuck just happened." I looked to the Sons and then to Paul.

No one was saying shit. Looking to the ground or away at anything they could focus on. "How the fuck did it get this far, Paul. Of all the bullshit you've went through to control this side of you. The training, the skill. You're not some fucking pup this was thrown on yesterday. It doesn't just happen. Don't forget who was there and helped you, Paul. Now your little moment of weakness and this fucking shift just let the one thing that isn't needed here happen. You're already going to be getting double the patrol routes. You might as well save yourself and your chance at ever getting pussy again in the next year. you tell me, Or I dial up Rachel right now, dickhead and explain to her why shit just hit rock bottom"

All he did was lick his teeth, and look down.

"Right," I looked to the Sons, "Any of you want to let me in on this epic bullshit tonight ?"

"I think we're done talking, Bella. It's about damn time you explain a few things. Like why you're fucking a DAMN MUTT"

Tig, lost his cool and yelled breaking their silence.

I should have taken it a hell of a lot more serious than I did. But I couldn't quite get past what he just said. Tig Trager, the man who has done some fucked up shit. Fucked some fucked up things. Just got irate over my past with Paul because he was what Tig considered a mutt. It was comical in an ironically somber way.

"You know Tig, I'm not one of the gnarly little gashes you fella's keep around to appease the fact that you all have mommy issues. I'm much smarter than that, than them. I grew up around a pack of really rowdy damn werewolves. My mouth might get away from me from time to time, but my mind, is so much sharper than my tongue. Part of me wants to tell you that I take after my kin. Got a real animal side to me. Doggy style always was one of my favorite positions. " I smirked at Tig seeing his brow twitch, "It could be worse, Daddy. I could have a thing for live stock. Who knows I could be the next big thing at a Donkey show. Don't worry though, Pop. I won't get into that market. I'd hate to put you out of business." I sighed frustrated.

Paul had just inadvertently opened a giant can of worms for me, Them, and the pack. It was bullshit.

"To be a completely honest though, Tigger, I'm not fucking Paul. He has an Old Lady back in Washington. He's not my man, he's more loyal than that. He's my guard Dog. Though after this, I may just let Jake Spay his bitch ass for crumbling under pressure."

"Guard Dog?! What the hell have you gotten yourself into that you would need that kind of protection Missy?" Chibbs chimed in.

"That's not completely my story to tell, Chibby. Ol' Paul here just let something out of the bag that's going to have a ton of heat, literally, running this way and soon. He broke a blood oath by shifting in front of all of you. I suggest we take this inside now before the ill tempered overgrown boys come crashing into town like a bunch of misguided white nights trying to save a princess from herself."

I turned and headed into the clubhouse connected to the garage, shaking my head as Paul's naked ass followed.

"Before we talk anymore, someone please give this dumb ass something to wear. I rather not have to look at his naked ass all night."

"Got it," Half-sack offered. Then disappeared down the hallway off of the main room.

I stood next to the wall of fame, head against the wall, eyes closed desperately trying to shake off the feeling that my world once again got shit on by the supernatural.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

"Jesus Jax, really? What is okay about any of this."

"I've seen some intense stuff hon but this, takes the cake. How did you get mixed up in all this anyway?"

"She fell for some seriously cold game." Paul cut in slipping on a pair of jeans and an old SAMCRO t-shirt.

I lifted my head from the wall and stared at him.

"Really? That's how you're going to start shit, Paul."

"They already know about me, Bella. You outed the pack just not the numbers. I think it's high time you tell them what you're really up to. You're bullshit excuse for being this cold bitch, I get it Babe, and the guys and I haven't been the best influence on you. We helped create this 3.0 version of you. But deep down, I know that spunky girl is still in there. Where's that girl that rushed three over-grown men, knocking one back a peg all while under the impression that she was saving a friend."

He just had to throw that out there. It wasn't my best moment. To be honest the moment is blurry to me. From what I understand is that after killing Charlie, Victoria rigged the house to blow the moment the gas heat kicked on. The boys smelt the gas long before I did. It made me sick, but when I saw the wiring messed with I knew there was more going on. I didn't want to chance the issue and rushed Him Sam and Jared outside. Jared didn't get out in time, the blast threw him into a large tree across the street where a broken branch impaled his torso splintering inside him from the force. I landed atop Paul and despite knowing his ability to heal quickly, I knew he wasn't beyond being injured or killed. It was the day that Sam fully welcomed me into the pack. Said that I showed courage becoming of a wolf it's self. That my nature to sacrifice myself for the better of another proved my standing with the tribe. And my connection with that side of my family grew closer. For my heroic deed the tribe granted me amnesty on their land. A home just off first beach not far from Old Quil's.

"She was trying to protect the only family she had left, Paul. The girl's still here, just buried deep beneath the bog."

"Give that shit a rest Bella. Martyrdom never suited you well. Too many people love your crazy white ass to ever let that happen."

"And where did it get them, Paul? Dead and bloated. I get that I can't save everyone, but They, " I gestured to the club members that were in attendance, "Needed complete discretion. Something you completely blew. After this don't expect to get blown anytime soon. Ass hat."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me, dick."

"Bitch."

"Wait, technically that was Rach's title now."

"That's not Funny."

"Sure it is, you're her Tramp and she's your Lady. Technically a female dog in heat is referred to as a Bitch."

"God, do you two always go at it like this? " Clay asked.

"Yep" - "Yep" Paul and I both answered at the same time.

We chuckled lightly after the fact. That was the issue with our Relationship. It was hard to be mad, let alone stay mad at each other, no matter what it cost.

Wasn't that part of what it meant to be family, anyway?