A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 37

I turned to face him. I gave him a small smile as I looked into it unnatural golden eyes. "You had something to tell me?"

"Yeah," he started, "It's might be a little hard for you take in, but it's going to be okay, all right?"

"Uh, that's not discouraging."

"I know you've have a horrible past, but I don't think you knew everything about your mother..."

"I know I didn't know everything about her, she never talked to me," I grunted as I looked around the room.

"You mother was a werewolf," Logan stated bluntly. I had to give it to him, he didn't sugarcoat anything.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"Your mother was a werewolf," he repeated, "But your father wasn't."

"So you're telling my that my mother was a werewolf and that shitty good-for-nothing guy that lived with us was my father?" I questioned, then I said to myself, "That must me the mistake my mother was talking about."

"What?"

"My mother used to tell me that I was a mistake and I should've never happened, but I did and her... and her mate left," I said, it now all dawning on me. "My brother was a full were then. I knew we didn't have the same dad. His dad must've been my mother's mate."

"Possibly," Logan answered. "Well, get some sleep. We are going somewhere tomorrow and I don't want you grouchy."

"I never grouchy!"

"Whatever you say," he whispered with a smile.

Logan wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close while putting a kiss on my forehead. I melted into his arms and smiled too as I pressed my face to his shoulder. I could stay like this forever.

Logan's POV-

Cautiously I walk over to Max's side of the bed and I shake her carefully, praying I don't get punched in the face. She hates being woken up before ten, that's another reason why she hated school, and if you tried to wake her up a minute before then is was basically a death wish.

I grimace as I continue shake her shoulder, fearing the worse. Max looks so peaceful right now and I'm about to turn that peaceful look into a homicidal look as she kills be brutally for waking her up.

"No," Max mumbled as she rolls over onto her other side.

"Max, you have to wake up. We have to get ready to go," I tried again.

"Taking a shower," I deadpanned.

"What did you have to do to get her up?" Jacob smirked.

"Picked her up and threw her in the shower," I answered.

They busted out laughing and lay my head on the table, knowing I was going to regret this later.

About forty minutes later of us just talking about random things Max came down and walked into the kitchen.

Everyone stopped and stared at her. I don't blame them, she looked beautiful. Stunning, actually.

Max stood in the doorway of the kitchen and looked back at us with confidence. She was wearing a dark purple, strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline that flared out at her waist and stopped about mid thigh. It showed a lot of her scars, but I guess she didn't care about that, neither did I, they expressed who she is. Leave it to Max to wear black Converse, though. Her hair was in a fishtail braid going down her right shoulder, Max's normally covered chain necklace was showing along her neck. Her eyes seem to be brighter then they usually were. And I am pretty sure I was drooling, but I thought I would have to die before I saw Max in a dress.

"You done drooling yet?" Max questioned with a smirk and walked over to us and sat down besides me.

Everyone beside Geena were staring at her like she was a ghost. I knew I was. This was a historical event now.

"I thought I would die before I saw you in a dress," I stated not moving my eyes away from her.