What's That Supposed To Mean? - Werewolf Romance

Hey, guys.

Here it is: the remake of "Together, No Matter What". A lot is rewritten so give it a chance! :)

Enjoy.

UPDATE 2015: I've noticed that a lot of you readers get confused about the whole "Uncle John" thing and I realize that I did write it a bit confusing, so just to clear it up:

"Uncle" John is Samantha's father's BEST FRIEND. Since they have been best friends all their life, John has been like a second father to Samantha and therefore she calls him "Uncle John" but they are in no way RELATED.

Thanks :) enjoooy and I want to thank you for all the amazing support!

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Chapter 1

Samantha Riley

I hugged my mother, squeezing her into me. I would never forget these five years I had spent with her, She had taught me everything I needed - especially the things my father couldn't teach me about being a woman - as I was growing up to become a young woman. She had also told me everything I needed to know about werewolves.

Yes, we are werewolves. My parents got divorced when I was almost one year old. My mother and my father aren't mates; they both lost their significant other in a war between different packs over twenty years ago. They both knew each other and after a while they fell in love, got married and had me.

My dad had told me things about the werewolf life as well before I left, but only now that I was older did I understand it all better. Oh, my dad. I missed him so much. When I called him two weeks ago to tell him I was coming back, he couldn't stop laughing and I could practically hear his smile.

The reason I had left in the first place was because I wanted to meet my mother, to get to know her. I was twelve when my father finally agreed on letting me go, but neither of us knew that a one month visit would become five years. I was angry at my mother for leaving me and my father so early - or at all, for that matter - but I felt like I had to at least know her, so I went. I liked the way life was different there. I got some friends and everything was just so big and new and it made me go for the decision to stay with her there.

I know, it was a pretty mean thing to do; my father wasn't very happy about it at first, but I think he was mostly sad. I can't blame him though; I was his only child. He had raised me by himself with some help from my Aunt Bianca, his sister. He heard I was staying with my mother, who had left us, and it upset him. He had many reasons to be and I felt like an asshole for doing that to him. But I knew it wasn't anything permanent with my mother.

I mean, of course, I had been touch with my father ever since I left, but coming home was different for both of us. I knew he needed me and I needed him, too. I got to know my mother, yes, but my dad was the one who had been there from the beginning, giving up everything just for me. He worked hard to put food on the table, to support his family and give me as much as he could. Not to mention, he was the Alpha of his pack which was even more hard work since there were many attacks and complications back then.

Being seventeen, I realized that my father wasn't getting younger and I had to - wanted to - get back and take care of him. He had done enough for me; even letting me go to a mother I never knew and live in New York. I would never forget that he gave me that opportunity even though it hurt him so much.

"Call me when you get there, Samantha, alright?" my mother said, tears building up in her eyes. I was saying goodbye after five years and I wasn't sure I was coming back for so long anymore. I wasn't sure I was coming back at all. But I had to come see her sometime.

I nodded. "I will," I said. I didn't want to cry. I wasn't good at crying. Not in public, especially. And I didn't really cry much, I was the keep-it-all-inside kind of person.

"I love you," she said. I swung my bag over my shoulder and grabbed my other heavier bag that I'd checked in as my hand luggage.

"I love you, too, mom." I gave her one last smile and turned around, hurrying away to gate four. I sighed of relief as I saw that there were still a few people there and took out my ticket from my bag. I showed it to the lady behind the counter when I got there and she took it, ripping off a piece before she gave it back.

"Have a safe flight," she said, smiling. I mumbled a "thanks" with a smile and took off to the airplane.

Ugh. I didn't really like the thought of flying in the air. I had never been the hysterical type when it came to fearing airplanes, because I didn't fear them. I just didn't like sitting there and knowing I was a long way up in the air, flying on something that could easily do wrong and kill us all.

Way to be smooth on yourself, Samantha.

As I was walking toward the plane I noticed that there were awfully many people going to Ohio. I hated those long lines for entering and exiting the plane. My eyes randomly landed on a few suitcases which made me think of mine. I was praying that they would get safely to Ohio's airport; I had all my stuff in there. Well, most of my stuff since there was no room for everything. And I hated the thought of lost baggage.

Finally after ten minutes, I entered the plan and looked down on my ticket. 2A. I groaned when I realized I was actually standing in the back of the airplane. I had come in the wrong way.

It took me almost fifteen minutes to push myself through all those people who were getting settled or pushing their bags up in the gaps above. I reached my seat and put my heavier bag into the gap, too, and sat down. Finally, I thought, relaxing as I put on the belt. I shut my eyes. I knew airplanes always had the effect of making me fall asleep quickly mixed with the stress about everything.

In fact, I could already feel myself drifting away despite the loud noise everyone made.

Opening my eyes, they landed right on the small window next to me. I squinted because of the light first and then smiled as I saw the familiar greenery around the airport we were now landing at. As the airplane stopped, everyone started getting up, taking their bags. They started walking out on both sides and I decided to just wait until half of them were gone before getting up myself.

Loosing my patience at their slowness, I got up anyways, took my bag and literally shoved them all away as I passed them. Werewolf strength could come in handy. And I was getting impatience; I wanted to see my father and my family and just be there already.

I hurried away to get my suitcases and had to wait for thirty minutes until all four of them arrived. I put them on the carriage and pushed it forward as I headed to the big lobby. I went to the restroom to take a quick look at myself. I brought the brush out of my bag and brushed my hair quickly. I looked down at my clothes. Well, jeans shorts and a tank top would have to do it for the "nice" arrival; it was too warm for anything else.

I made sure I wasn't smelling or anything - I had a thing where I always had to smell good, whatever situation. And I mean, who wants to smell bad? - and went back out to the lobby. Flights were arriving, taking off, being delayed. People were walking and running around in stress and confusion or excitement and joy. My dad had told me that Max was going to pick me up. He was a good childhood friend. We had practically grown up together.

Another one from my childhood was Arianna, my cousin and best friend. I could tell her absolutely anything and that was one of the things I missed the most. Being able to just talk to her and know that she was listening and not judging. We had kept in touch through all these years, using Skype, text messages, calling and all that.

What I can't believe though, is the fact that I missed, actually missed, the time when she found her mate. I almost cried for feeling like such a dumbass for not being there for her. It sucked like hell and all she did was laugh at me because of my "hysteria". Well, I did freak out; even my mother came running in with a shocked face. And did I mention that her brother and sister found their mates, too? Yeah, they did. Talk about missing special family occasions.

And to add something more to the list, Mason had gotten his mate too! He was the oldest of seven brothers, son of John Black, my father's life long best friend. Mason was like my big brother that I never had, the one who protected me from everyone and everything. He had always been there for me, he and Arianna, and when I heard that the second important person in my life had found his mate without me there, I really cried. For both of them. I know, it's overreacting maybe, but they meant so much to me and finding your mate is a big deal with werewolves! And both of them had found theirs without me being there. I hated myself for it.

Thinking about all of this made me even more stressed. No need for more guilty feelings. Where was Max anyway?

I looked around for him. The guy was my ride home; he had to be here somewhere. I scanned the people for a black haired tall guy. He had been tall when I left so it made sense that he still was. But he had probably changed a little... Maybe he was still that same cute nerdy guy.

"Sam?"

I turned around and saw no one else than Max, standing there as he took me in with a shocked expression. I gave a loud "Max" and grinned like a moron as I hugged him.

"Max! It's so great to see you!" I practically yelled while laughing. He laughed, too hugging me back. He pulled me back after a few seconds, his eyes wide as he took me in. I knew I had changed, but the way he looked, it seemed as if I had turned from a frog to a princess.

"Samantha!" he said, still shocked. "You look so different! You've changed so much!"

"I hope that's a good thing. You haven't changed that much, though," I said, grinning. "You look as good as always."

"Thanks, Sam. And no, it's a great thing. You look amazing! Your father isn't going to recognize you."

I laughed, shaking my head at him. He wore glasses now, trendy ones, too, but he looked good. Even better than before.

"Max?" a voice said behind him. It was a girl, in the same age as Max and I. She had beautiful platinum blond hair to her shoulders and bright blue eyes. She was really cute and she was quite shorter than Max. He took her hand and pulled her forward.

"Samantha, this is Lillian Armstrong, my mate," Max introduced proudly. "Lilly, this is Samantha Riley."

"Your mate? You, too? Congratulations!" I smiled, but groaned inside. Another mating I had missed. "It's so nice to meet you!"

"Yes, same here," Lillian said with a smile. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Only good things, I hope," I said, grinning.

"Only," she nodded.

"Should we go?" Max said, gesturing at my bags.

"Right! Yes, let's go." I felt so excited to finally meet everyone again, especially my father.

Max took the carriage with my bags and Lillian and I followed him. We came out to the parking lot where we stopped by a black Volvo XC70. Max put two of my large suitcases in the trunk and two in the backseat. Lillian offered me to sit in the passenger seat but I insisted, getting into the backseat next to my suitcases.

As we drove I took a good look at Max and Lillian. In their looks, they were very different, total opposites. But I could already see that she was quite like him in the personality. Maybe a little bit fiercer than he was, which was good for him. He had always been the nice shy guy who never said no to anyone.

I knew this ride was going to take long; I mean, we practically lived in the woods. We lived in a small town called Waynesville and that town further away from the actual "town" there. It was also better for us as wolves to live around/in the woods because it made it so much easier for us to shift. Besides, if we lived close to everyone else we would have to be really careful when shifting and sometimes, that needed to be done quickly.

Only two packs lived where I lived.

My father's pack and Uncle John's pack. Whenever they were threatened by another pack they would always get together as one big pack and fight. It was comforting knowing that. I smiled as I thought about all the good times I had with everyone, especially my cousins and Uncle John's seven boys.

Yes, there were seven of them but only one had managed to get on my bad side. Mason, who was the oldest of being twenty, was, like I said, always the one who stood up for me, who protected me from everyone and everything. But to be honest, there wasn't anyone else than his brother Noah to protect me from. Noah was the one who always pulled pranks on me, teased me and basically made my life miserable whenever he was around. He was eighteen now, five years later, and I just hoped he wasn't going to be the same person towards me. Caleb who was seventeen now was always nice to me when we were kids. Always helped me out and pretty much got bullied by his own brother for it. I'm not saying Noah was a serious bully, but he was mean, very mean. After Caleb came their twin brothers Leonardo and Theodore, sixteen. I don't know, they were normal back then; they didn't do anything in particular, only they did always joke around with everyone. Jacob and Thresh were both fifteen now but opposites, unlike the twins. Jacob was never shy; he loved to talk and always be around the dramatic scenes and Thresh was the only cute nerd. He was very shy and quiet, always did good in school and at home. Everyone loved him. But, then again, the younger ones were much smaller back then and they could have turned into anything by now.

And my cousins? Well, Arianna and I were like black and white. I was the tomboy; always in boys clothes or boy-looking clothes that were too big. My hair ended right under my ears and I hated girl stuff. I really hated doing typical girl things, even as a little clueless kid. I was a tomboy ever since I was born, you could say, but it all stopped after living a few months with my mother. Arianna was the white between us. She wasn't too girly but she was a girl, unlike me. She loved doing things girls did, gossiping and crushing on teen celebrities. Even though we lived in a small town, she always managed to get the newest magazines with the hottest gossip and I never ever gave a crap, which she hated me for sometimes. But through the years, through our calls and video-chats, she had become more mature and not as exciting and freaky about those things. She still liked doing girl stuff and all, but she was more reserved now.

Joseph and Willa, Arianna's siblings, were pretty much normal. Joe was two years older than us and Willa was one year older than us. They never got involved with stupid things and always helped and made sure there was food on the table whenever their mother was busy.

Thinking about all this made me suddenly very nervous. Were they mad at me for leaving them like that for five years? No, they couldn't be. They weren't those kinds of people. I knew they looked forward to see me as I was looking forward to see them again. I just really hoped no one had turned into a cold fish towards me.

"So, Samantha, how was it in New York?" Max asked, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror.

"It was really great. Though it was kind of weird to be in a place where people were everywhere and always ran around like stressed monkey, unlike here." I chuckled. "But it was nice. I learned a lot, saw a lot."

"Well you missed a few things here, but you already know about those, right?"

I felt like the bad guy and guilty now - again. I didn't mean on missing out; I wasn't even thinking about that when I decided to stay in New York. But it was my own fault somehow, I guess.

"Ugh, I know. It sucks. Anything else happen than Mason and Arianna's mating?" I asked him, hoping it wouldn't be something too big.

"Well, a couple from the packs found their mates. One of them got married."

"A wedding?" I groaned. "I missed a wedding. I'm lucky that they are so many, that way I will attend more weddings than I'll miss."

Max chuckled.

"Yeah, but don't worry. As you said, you'll attend more than you'll miss. And we're here now."

When I saw that we had pulled into the green forest, I froze. My heart was beating fast against my chest. Why was I so nervous? After all, they were the people I had grown up with. They were my family and closest friends. But what would they think of my change? I mean, I'm not going to lie, I had changed. A lot and no one had to tell me to know that.

I was no longer that tomboy everyone were used to; I had gotten everything I needed on my body, my hair was much longer and even my face had become different. Maybe I was still a pretty much clumsy girl who loved wearing Converse shoes to everything - I'm not saying you can't wear Converse even if you're a girly girl -. I, myself, never thought I would change into a taller, slim and curvy seventeen year old, especially not knowing I always loved boy stuff. In fact, I even thought I would end up looking like a boy.

"I am freaking out," I admitted as Max was parking.

"Don't, we've been waiting for you all day," Max said with a smile, shutting off the engine.

They were all outside the three big houses, staring at me through the window. I smiled with a sigh of relief. They still wanted me back. I looked at my beloved home. The trees were surrounding this place with grass around the houses. My house, my Aunt's house and Uncle John's house were all standing in a row. Behind them were a few houses and on the other side of the car, on the other field, were a few more houses. Yeah, it was kind of a huge field where we lived, but like I said, that was perfect for us since we were the only ones to live here.

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There it is. This chapter may not be THAT different but the other ones will definately be. Anyways, vote, comment, fan and tell me what you think!

P.S

Should I change the title back or wait with this one until I find another one?