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Love & Hate, Part VI ~ Paul Lahote

I finished with my organic chemistry final today, so to celebrate, here’s part 6 of Love & Hate!

Summary: Sick of his life being dictated by the wolf inside, Paul Lahote is determined to keep one choice for himself and never imprint on anyone. But the wolf has different ideas.

Warnings: uhhh chronic pain?

Word count: 6.5k

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“That’s your grand idea?” Paul asked, disbelief coloring every word like a rainbow. “Run?”

Instead of laughing or saying ‘just kidding’, Jacob folded his arms, looking defensive. “Look, you know how powerful the wolf is. Nothing manmade is going to be able to contain it, so your best bet is distance, yeah?” Jacob waited until Paul nodded before continuing. “Now, we can run faster than a car, and if you tried to book a flight now, it would be expensive and potentially disastrous if the wolf gains control while you’re in the air.”

Paul shuddered, getting a sudden image of the wolf forcing him to jump out of the emergency hatch of a commercial airliner with a parachute, screaming Y/N’s name on the way down. “So…what, I just run as fast as I can for two days?”

Jacob bobbed his head. “Until the wolf gains control and makes you turn around. And by that time, you’ll have expended so much energy that the wolf would be starting on an already low tank.”

Jacob’s idea had merit, Paul had to admit, but there was one big problem.

“What about you-know-who? Who’s going to look after her during this trip?”

“The pack will,” Jacob said, like it was obvious. “C’mon, she’s just one person, and we’ve got a pack of ten.”

Paul snorted and pushed off from leaning against the counter. “She’s far more difficult than you’re giving her credit for.”

His friend suddenly averted his gaze, staring at the coffee pot on the counter. Paul rolled his eyes. Werewolves tended to wear their hearts on their sleeves, and Jacob was not an exception. He was clearly hiding something.

Paul crossed his arms. “Spit it out.”

“What?” Jacob asked, the defensive expression cutting into his attempt at innocence.

“Say whatever it is that’s making you look like you swallowed a gumball,” Paul said, voice sharp with annoyance.

Jacob winced. “Don’t worry about leaving her,” he said instead of answering Paul’s question. “We’ll figure it out.”

Paul wasn’t worried, but Jacob’s attempt to hide something made him nervous. “Why shouldn’t I worry?”

“We’ll tighten up the patrols, and we’ll be fine until you get back.”

“What aren’t you saying?” Paul pressed. Jacob’s mouth stayed stubbornly closed. “Don’t make me put you in a headlock.”

Jacob grinned. “You think you could overpower me?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

His friend rubbed his neck. “It’s just…you don’t spend that much time talking to her or protecting her anyways. If you’re gone, nothing will change much as far as Y/N’s concerned.”

A sharp tug in Paul’s gut almost made him gasp.

She doesn’t need me.

The thought bounced around Paul’s mind with brutality, along with growls from the feral creature that shared Paul’s body. Paul barely managed to keep the sounds from escaping the confines of his own mind. If this conversation was happening a day closer to the full moon, he wouldn’t have succeeded, a fact which reminded him of the urgency of the situation.

“The other members of the pack will be dealing with the full moon as well,” Paul finally said. “You won’t be able to take care of her completely.”

“None of us have been fighting against an imprint bond. It won’t affect us a quarter as much as it affects you. Besides, all we have to do is keep an eye on her.”

“Oh, that’s all is it?” Paul snapped. “You’ve been doing a marvelous job of that. Twice now she’s snuck past whomever is supposed to be watching her!”

Jacob narrowed his eyes, and Paul braced himself for the lecture about how he alone was responsible for his imprint’s safety. How Paul needed to get his act together because his imprint needed him. How the last thing he should be doing is getting angry at his imprint when his imprint was the one being hunted by a bloodsucker.

“How did you know she snuck out today?”

Paul froze. That was not what he expected. “Because…you told me.”

Jacob shook his head. “No, I didn’t.”

“You must’ve,” Paul argued, but Jacob shook his head again. “Well then I must’ve heard it from the telepathy bond.”

“But you just walked home in the rain in your human form,” Jacob reasoned. “You couldn’t have known unless–” Jacob cut off as realization dawned on his face. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing,” Paul sneered and tried to walk away.

A hand grabbed his shoulder, forcing him back around. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Paul said forcefully.

“You’re lying,” Jacob growled back. “Because after whatever happened, you walked home in your human form in the rain because you were ashamed and scared that the pack would find out what you did.”

Paul hated his friend for knowing him too well. “I didn’t do anything to her!” he snapped, shoving at Jacob’s shoulders, but Jacob didn’t budge.

“So you said something to her then. The two of you argued, and you said something horrible.”

“Let go of me.”

“Paul-” Jacob started to say in a warning tone.

“If you’re so worried about her, why don’t you leave me alone and go find her? Oh, that’s right, she has more important things to do than run lines.”

Jacob fell back a step, as if Paul had physically shoved him. The hurt in his friend’s eyes shot Paul down to the core, and waves of guilt started crashing on the surf of Paul’s conscience.

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Jacob’s wounded voice felt like a punch to the gut.

But Paul wasn’t ready to apologize, not to anyone.

“I have to go pack,” he said, walking towards the bedroom. “Apparently, I’m leaving tomorrow morning.”

The sky was pouring rain as I drove to the hospital. I could hear Paul’s words in every swipe of my windshield wipers.

Rid of you. Make everything impossible. Someone like you.

I clenched my jaw.

Maybe I’d just live in the hospital instead of Sam and Emily’s. The staff locker rooms were decent, and I was willing to bet the mattresses in the on-call rooms were far better than that couch I’d been sleeping on. I’d done many difficult things in my life before I’d ever even met Paul. I didn’t need him to break this imprint bond, especially if I couldn’t stomach ever seeing him again.

All I needed was for the pack to catch the vampire. Then I could go find Billy Black’s friend on my own and make it happen.

I pulled into the hospital parking lot, and the handicapped parking space mocked me as I drove past it, reminding me of the permit stuffed into my glovebox. I ignored its jabs, parking in one of the spots reserved for doctors.

Limping my way through the parking lot, the sound of Paul’s voice faded away, replaced by the tapping of my cane, an ear-scratching reminder of what I’d lost, what I now was.

A flare of pain burst from my knee upwards, the exertion causing my injury to complain. I curled my free hand into a fist.

Every time the pain threatened to make me crumble, I pictured what I was working for.

Pale, everlasting skin.

Glinting, bronze eyes.

And an indestructible, flawless body.

A new beginning.

That’s why I put up with pain. That’s why I was putting up with all the werewolves and the vampires.

Perfection.

I limped into the entryway, not even bothering to acknowledge the woman at the desk’s greeting. I shook off the rain, cursing myself for not grabbing a raincoat when I’d snuck out of Sam and Emily’s house earlier.

Nearly slipping twice, I managed to make it to the elevator, angrily pressing the button for the second floor much harder than I needed to.

The doors pulled open with a cheery ding, and I walked down the hallway towards my office, my pace getting more and more labored. Standing on my feet beside my flat-tired car for so long had been a mistake. My flagging endurance only added to my irritation.

But as I walked past the closed door of Carlisle’s office, I heard his voice inside and stopped immediately.

“...not a bad idea. Of course I’ll look out for her, and I can enlist some of my kids to help as well. They’ll stay out of sight, but reinforcements never hurt.”

He paused for a moment, but I heard nothing. He must’ve been on the phone.

“Sounds like a plan. Thanks, Sam.”

I cocked my head.

Sam? Why would Carlisle and Sam be talking? I thought werewolves and vampires were natural enemies. When Carlisle was checking me out in Sam and Emily’s living room, the dynamics had been strained to say the least.

Before I could arrive at a conclusion, the door in front of me swung open, and Carlisle stepped out. “Y/N,” he said, not sounding at all surprised to find me lingering outside of his door.

Then I felt silly. He had vampire hearing. He probably knew I was there the whole time.

Carlisle gave me a strained smile. “I just got off the phone with Sam, and he explained everything.”

Everything?

“Honestly, it’s a huge relief for me. We needed someone to work the next few nights anyways, so it’s all working out for the best.” He smiled at me, clearly expecting me to be excited.

“Yes, that’s great, I’m glad Sam explained it all,” I said, trying to sound natural.

Carlisle nodded. “I was just about to leave for the day, but I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the end of your shift. Again, you can call me if you have any questions at all.”

I nodded. “I’m just gonna…go find some scrubs.”

What was that? I wondered as I walked to the supply closet. Why would Sam of all people call Carlisle and tell him to let me work at the hospital? I thought the pack wanted me to stay within their territory while the rogue vampire was still out there.

I bent down to set my fresh scrubs on my desk and then froze.

What if…Paul was behind it? Something in our argument must’ve motivated him to whisper into Sam’s ear to have me work at the hospital. I never understood the need for me to stay at Sam and Emily’s, but Paul clearly thought it was necessary.

Did our argument make him want the vampire to find me and kill me?

I didn’t want to think that of anyone, let alone my supposed soulmate, but Paul couldn’t have done it out of the goodness of his heart. None of that goodness was reserved for me.

My thoughts whirled faster and faster, whipping towards tornado speed.

I shook my head a little. Paul’s motives didn’t matter, not if they got me closer to the doctor. The more the doctor saw of me, the closer we’d get. The closer we got, the harder it would be for him to say no to changing me into a vampire once the bond was broken.

And becoming a vampire was the only thing that mattered.

Paul’d fashioned a sort of backpack to carry the essentials for his trip, the weight of which slowed him down a bit, but was well worth it to have clothes and money with him. Within eight hours, he’d reached Twin Falls, Idaho. He’d stopped for a meal at McDonald’s and then kept going. By nightfall, he was on the outskirts of Salt Lake City.

Paul forgot how much he loved to run. The wolf loved it too, even if it kept routinely bringing up thoughts of Y/N and guilt about their argument. Paul didn’t want to care, but even as he shoved the wolf down, it offered him no relief. Not when he was acutely aware that all this denial of the wolf’s urges would only contribute to the frenzy the wolf would cause as soon as the full moon rose.

The thought kept urging him on, pushing him to run faster and faster. In the end, he had to stop after the second time he nearly ran into a telephone pole, due to the sagging of his eyelids.

So he found an area dense with trees and flopped on the ground. He wouldn’t stay there long, certainly not long enough for anyone to notice he was there. Just a quick power nap before he continued his journey.

Paul’s eyes were growing heavier and heavier, his breathing evening out. All the energy he’d spent was catching up with him, and he knew that this sleep would be a deep one.

But just before he could slip into unconsciousness, he was jerked awake.

Duuuuuuude.

What’s your problem, Jared? Paul snapped at the voice in his head. I’m trying to sleep!

No wonder Y/N’s not asking any questions about where you went.

Paul’d forgotten that his fight with Y/N would be as good as broadcasted in his wolf form. The shame pattering in his stomach made him bristle. She thought that I didn’t want to imprint on her because of her limp, he replied defensively.

Well, good thing you set her straight.

A growl vibrated in Paul’s throat, letting Jared know how little he appreciated his packmate’s sarcasm.

Look, the pack all knows that Y/N’s limp has nothing to do with your desire to break the bond, but you’re keeping Y/N at an arm’s length. How was she supposed to know?

Why are you defending her? Paul nearly shouted. You’re supposed to be on my side!

I am on your side. Jared sighed. But you’re supposed to be on hers.

Paul didn’t answer. Jared knew how he felt about the imprint bond, so he wasn’t going to waste the energy.

Y/N had just moved into the area when the vampire tried to kill her, Jared reminded him. She was all alone, and right now, she doesn’t have anybody but us. Have a little compassion.

Paul chewed on that.

He couldn’t imagine feeling alone in La Push. Even before he’d joined the pack, with all of his dad’s siblings and cousins, Paul had more family than he knew what to do with. And now with the pack, he had more brothers than he knew what to do with.

He didn’t want to admit that Jared might have a point, but thanks to the wolf telepathy, Jared already knew what Paul was thinking.

Aching for privacy, Paul shifted back into his human form and pulled on his pants.

He was going to sleep in his human form tonight.

The tight ranks of the werewolf pack never ceased to amaze me.

I didn’t find it strange that I hadn’t seen Paul since our argument by the side of the road. But what was strange was how no one brought up Paul in conversation with me. All the pack’s sly comments about Paul and I being soulmates somehow just faded away simultaneously. In fact, they avoided mentioning him at all, and it seemed as though they were hoping I wouldn’t ask about him.

But that was crazy…wasn’t it?

Either way, I couldn’t complain about it, not when I was finally at work.

I’d worked as a phlebotomist all through undergrad and med school, gaining as much experience as I could. As demanding as the patients could be and how scared I was at first, there was still something thrilling and mysterious about hospitals. I’d wanted to explore every nook and cranny, ask questions about all the machines, and learn about what everyone’s roles were. Now I had a medical degree, and I knew what all the machines did, I knew what each position was responsible for. The mystery was gone, yet the thrill was still there.

It’d been too long since I’d been at the hospital. I’d missed the clean, yet sharp smell of antiseptic, the weak lights overhead.

It made my heart feel nearly full again.

Nearly.

The cane in my hand—my only consistent companion—was the only thing ruining my perfect picture.

As if my thoughts had summoned him, Carlisle turned the corner at the end of the hallway, flipping through the pages on a clipboard. He looked up, saw me, and stopped in his tracks. Quickly, he patted down his pockets and then turned to go the way he’d just come.

I’d been hoping for some time with Carlisle, but he was avoiding me so much, I wondered if he’d forgotten that he’d told Sam he’d look out for me.

His avoidance rankled, eating away at me, but I just shoved it down.

When Paul and I finally succeeded in breaking the imprint bond, Carlisle would finally be willing to hear me out. Once I told him my reasons for wanting to become a vampire, the tender-hearted doctor wouldn’t be able to stand not giving me what I wanted.

Then, I wouldn’t just be back to normal, I’d be better than ever.

I straightened my shoulders and went on with my shift.

Paul started, his eyes opening. He knew immediately he’d slept much longer than anticipated, judging by the sunlight streaming through the leaves above him.

He cursed, scrambling to his feet and chucking off his pants.

He needed to keep moving, or all this running would have been for nothing. He knew that as soon as the wolf gained control, it would be frantic. He barely managed to make sure his pack was secure before shifting and running like a life depended on it.

The mattresses in the on-call room were not better than the couch. My knee ached after just one night on the mattress just as much as it had sleeping on the couch for nearly a month.

Nevertheless, I crawled onto the bed, trying to sneak in a nap before my third night shift in a row started.

But I couldn’t sleep, and I knew it wasn’t just the familiar aching pain radiating up my leg that kept me tossing and turning.

It was that imbecilic werewolf.

If he’d just turned all the energy he put into his hostility towards catching the vampire, this bond would already be broken, I might already be a vampire, and we’d both have moved on with our lives.

My phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered blearily.

“Y/N.” Even through the phone, I could hear the warmth in Emily’s voice.

I sat up, rubbing my tired eyes. “Hey, Emily, how are you?”

“Oh, not too bad.” Emily gave a soft sigh. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re still safe, that the pack have been taking turns patrolling the hospital.”

I cocked my head. If that were what she really wanted to say, she could’ve texted me. No, what she wanted to talk about was not some security update. “Thanks, that’s good to know.”

“Of course!”

I didn’t say anything, waiting for Emily’s motives to reveal themselves.

It hadn’t even been five seconds when Emily sighed. “Sam told me about your argument with Paul.”

I tensed “Paul told Sam?”

“No, it was the pack telepathy.”

I froze. “I’m sorry, what?”

“The pack telepathy? You know, they can hear each other's thoughts?”

“What?”

“Uh…well…” Emily stammered. “Did…did Paul not explain that to you?”

“No, he most certainly did not,” I retorted, cursing Paul’s close-lipped nature for what felt like the millionth time. “So, what, they can all communicate telepathically?”

“Not all the time. Only when they’re in their wolf forms.”

I swung my legs over the side of the on-call mattress. So everyone in the pack knew everything about every interaction I’d ever had with Paul.

That was…disturbing. To say the least.

Did that mean that everyone in the pack knew everything that happened between Emily and Sam as a husband and wife?

I couldn’t help the shudder.

The sound of Emily’s sigh came through the phone. “Look, Y/N, I understand that this is a lot to adjust to. Believe me, I struggled with it a lot, and I didn’t have a vampire hunting me. But it gets easier. It does, and suddenly one day you realize that you wouldn’t want any different.”

“I do want different,” I blurted without thinking and then felt my cheeks heat up. I hadn’t meant to be so truthful.

“Paul was out of line to say what he did,” Emily said, “but the two of you have been stuck in this whirlwind of stress. He might not admit it, but he’s stressed about that vampire being after you.”

The only reason I didn’t laugh was due to my gratitude that she assumed Paul was the biggest thing I wanted to change about my life.

“He is,” Emily insisted, correctly interpreting my silence. “I know he’s a tough egg to crack, but he’s the most loyal, determined person I’ve ever met. You just have to get through his shell and then he’ll never let you go.”

All the more reason not to stretch out this imprint business any longer than I had to. Paul had been doing an excellent job of not getting too involved so far, but I didn’t know how long this would last with this oh so powerful imprint bond.

“You know, Emily, I gotta get some sleep while I can.”

“Right, sorry.” Emily paused, and I could practically see her weighing her next words. “Will you be coming back here tomorrow?”

I bit my lip. Emily had always been more than generous with me. Even if I didn’t necessarily appreciate all her opinions about the imprint bond, I had to appreciate her efforts.

Emily inhaled on the other side of the line. “It’s silly but…I’ve missed having you around.”

Warmth flowed through my chest. “Yeah,” I said without thinking, “I’ll need some sleep after my shift tonight, and these mattresses at the hospital suck.”

“Great,” Emily said, her smile evident in her voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow then!”

“See ya,” I said, and she hung up.

I laid back, staring at the ceiling as all my warm and fuzzies wore off.

When I’d decided to move to Forks, I didn’t want to waste any time on anything other than becoming a vampire, especially not something as domestic as friendships.

But I somehow ended up with a friendship anyway.

I turned over, mashing my face into the pillow.

This mission kept getting more and more complicated.

It’s exhilarating to have covered so much distance so quickly, Paul thought to himself, as he ate in a diner in Kansas City. If Paul had known he could run to Missouri from La Push in two days, he would’ve done it long before now.

He bit into his fourth burger, chewing happily. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been all on his own, but he knew he’d certainly never been this far from home.

He’d only ever lived in La Push and Tacoma. His memories of Tacoma were just as scattered as those of his mother, and considering the last time he’d seen her had been there, it made sense.

Paul sat back in his chair, the burger suddenly tasting like cardboard.

His parents divorced when he was eight. He remembered the loud sounds of their arguments floating through his closed bedroom door after he’d gone to bed.

The first and second times he asked his dad why he was fighting with his mom, his dad changed the subject. The third time, his dad let out a heavy sigh and looked so sad that Paul was the one to change the subject.

When Paul’s dad sat him down and explained that he and Paul were moving to the reservation without his mom, Paul ran to his mother and begged her to make up with his dad so he could stay in Tacoma.

All his mother said was: “It takes two to fight.”

She hadn’t even fought for Paul to stay or asked for partial custody. She’d only tried to force blame onto her soon-to-be ex-husband.

Paul shook his head, dismissing thoughts about his mother. If he thought about her for too long, the thin ropes leashing his emotions about the past wouldn’t be enough.

All of the sudden, Paul felt a sharp tug in his navel.

It was so sudden and painful, Paul lurched forward in his chair, gripping the top of the table.

It was starting.

The wolf was fighting for control.

Paul tried to breathe through the pain, but his strength meant nothing in the face of this kind of pain.

He glanced out the window to see the sun still setting. The moon hadn’t even come up yet, and he could already feel it.

“Hey dude,” the apathetic waiter said, making Paul jump in surprise. “We’re closing.”

“Yeah,” Paul managed, “I’ll clear out.”

Paul’s movements were methodical and forced as he packed up his stuff, threw away his trash, and stepped outside the door into the humid night air. The employee locked the door behind him. Paul tried his hardest to step off the curb and keep heading east until he found a private space to shift and continue his journey.

But he couldn’t do it.

The only thing Paul could do was stand still on the same spot on the sidewalk, defending his autonomy with every fiber of his being as the wolf fought for control.

The moment that moon actually rose, it would be over. There would be no communicating with the wolf and no reasoning with it. Their brains would be one and the same, and Paul would have one priority and one only.

Paul tried to prepare himself, but as soon as the first sliver of the moon appeared on the horizon, it was like a bucket of ice water being tipped over his head.

Oh, what had he done?

How could he have raised his voice at his imprint? How could he have run away instead of making it right? Being so far away from the one whom his whole world revolved around, it deeply wounded him. He needed to get to her, to his entire reason for breathing. He had to apologize, to hold her close, to beg for forgiveness.

There was nothing else that mattered.

He took off running.

Crash.

I froze outside of the patient room I’d just been passing. I rapped my knuckles against the door. “Are you okay in there?”

There was no response.

I pushed the door open to see an elderly male on the floor, clearly having just fallen out of bed.

“I need some help here!” I called towards the nurses’ station, rushing inside as best I could. I checked the man’s neck for a pulse and found none.

I started chest compressions just as a nurse and a CNA barged into the room. The CNA left and returned with a respiratory pump, kneeling on the floor to gently blow air into the man’s lungs. “What’s the patient here for?” I asked in between compressions.

“He was admitted for coronary heart disease.” The nurse kneeled as well. “Dr. Cullen wanted to wait to see if it cleared on its own before trying a procedure.”

“Well, it hasn’t cleared,” I panted, continuing compressions. “Switch.”

The nurse got into position, taking over compressions while I hit the code blue button on the wall.

By the time the moon was directly overhead, Paul was already nearing Salt Lake City. Somehow, he’d managed to cover distance twice as fast as before.

He was powered by love, he just knew it.

The bungee cord feeling Paul’d gotten when he imprinted, it was as if the bond had hit its maximum distance and was now recoiling, pulling Paul back to the place where he belonged with great speed.

Why had he ever gone so far in the first place? What place could he ever be if he was far from those lips that pouted when she was deep in thought? Or frowned when he made some insipid comment? What place could he ever be happy without those eyes that betrayed her thoughts when she schooled the rest of her face into passivity? Without her sharp wit and determination, what life could he lead that could be worth living?

Oh, Y/N.

He heard her name in every footfall, every gust of wind, every bird call.

Y/N.

“It’s been hours, and his stats aren’t going up,” I said to the house supervisor. “At this point, we have to put in a stent if he’s going to make it to tomorrow.”

“We’re not qualified for that,” she replied, wringing her hands. “We don’t have the space, nor the personnel to staff an OR.”

“Then what’s the nearest hospital capable?”

“Olympic Medical Center, but it’s 60 miles away!”

“Then you’d better call for a helicopter!” I snapped. The house supervisor fled the room, and I turned back to the patient. I pursed my lips, willing him to live, to hang on just a little longer.

The pressure on Paul’s heart steadily increased, but Paul didn’t care. Even if it burst in his frenzy to get to his imprint, he still wouldn’t care. Without her, there was not a single thing his heart could be used for anyways, and running towards the woman he loved was certainly the best thing to be doing when he died.

He only sped up as he passed the state border of Idaho and Washington.

Considering my limp, I was not a good candidate to roll the stretcher up to the roof, but I did it anyway. I’d been keeping this man alive all night, I was not about to desert him now.

The roof was freezing, and when the helicopter landed on the roof, the wind generated by the blades only made it colder. Still, I limped right up to the medical personnel in the helicopter, relaying all the important information as the patient was loaded inside.

“Are you coming with us?!” the man shouted.

My heart leapt. “Can I?!”

The man nodded. “Yeah, but you gotta decide quickly.”

I could just say yes.

It was at the tip of my tongue. It would be so easy to just go, to supervise and make sure that the man was well taken care of and that he made it to surgery before his time ran out. Plus, I would be in the air. There was no vampire species I was aware of that could fly, so I’d be safe from the vampire.

But then I thought of the wolves circling the hospital, the wolves that had been watching over me. How much would I worry them by jumping into a random helicopter and flying to Olympia? If Emily heard about it, how disappointed would she be?

And if Paul heard about it, how much would he yell at me?

I groaned, pushing away from the helicopter. “I’m staying!” The nurse helped me wheel the empty bed towards the elevator, allowing the helicopter to take flight.

And it did.

I couldn’t help but feel disappointed as I watched it go. I should’ve been happy, because my patient was on his way to the medical care he desperately needed. I just couldn’t help wishing that I had the freedom to go too.

“Are you coming in?” the nurse asked.

“I’m staying up here for a few minutes. Page me if you need me.”

The nurse nodded and left.

The sky was lightening, but while sunrises normally instilled some sense of peace, I was frustrated.

I’d done something. I hadn’t just slept on a horribly uncomfortable couch and lounged around for a day. I’d used my knowledge to save a life, which was exactly what I wanted to do every day for the rest of my life.

And then came that moment when these stupid werewolves got in the way yet again of something I needed as much as breathing. The frustration thrashed in my chest like a rabid animal. I’d been here for over a month, and I’d taken one step forward and what felt like twenty steps back.

So I was going to stay on the roof. I was going to stay until the thrashing stopped.

Paul shifted, pulling his shorts on and throwing the bag aside. He didn’t care about such things, not when he’d finally reached Forks General Hospital.

But before he could step up to the edge of the parking lot, a force hit him from behind, causing him to crumple to the grass. “Get off!” he shouted, twisting and flailing.

He shifted back into his wolf form and broke free, whipping around to face whoever stood in between him and Y/N.

A russet brown wolf stood there, a wolf he recognized as Jacob Black.

What are you doing? he spat at Jacob.

Keeping you from doing something you’ll regret.

Paul dashed for the hospital. For a moment, he thought he’d successfully made it around Jacob…until Jacob tackled him from the side, and the two went rolling. The full moon makes you even dumber, Jacob noted with a strange sort of glee.

Paul wanted to rip his friend’s head off for not only keeping him from his heart’s desire but for laughing at him in his misery. He squirmed and fought as hard as he could, but every time Paul tried to get closer to the hospital, there was Jacob, dragging him back. Once, Paul nearly set a paw upon the asphalt of the parking lot, but Jacob collided with him from the side, forcing him back again.

Let me by! Paul screamed. I need to see her!

Y/N’s okay, man, she’s safe and well. But you can’t see her right now.

Paul growled, and giving up on the notion of sneaking past Jacob, he launched himself at Jacob instead. Don’t tell me when I can or can’t see her! The two werewolves went rolling right into a tree, causing the thirty foot tall tree to groan and lean to the side.

Multiple voices of his brothers calling his name and trying to reason with him swarmed into Paul’s head, but Paul was well beyond reason.

I’m sorry for this, man, but it’s gotta be done. Before Paul could react, Jacob’s teeth clamped down on Paul’s shoulder, and Paul howled in pain.

I was about to head back into the elevator when I heard it.

A howl.

The blood in my veins ran cold. Something was happening, something to do with the werewolves patrolling the hospital to keep me safe.

My thoughts immediately went to Paul. With all the wolf’s imprint instincts in his mind, he was the one most likely to do something stupid in an effort to keep me safe.

I ran into the elevator, jamming the button as I pulled out my phone.

“Hello?” said Emily’s voice.

“It’s Y/N. I think something’s happening in the forest beside the hospital. I heard a howl.”

“Sam’s already on his way there, but you need to stay in the hospital where it’s safe.”

“Emily, I’m the one medically trained! I’m the one that can help!”

“Not if it’s the vampire,” Emily said. “If it’s the vampire, leaving the hospital would be the most dangerous thing you could do.”

I jammed the ‘door open’ button repeatedly. “If someone is injured because they’re trying to protect me, I’m not just going to stand by and let them suffer!” Before Emily’s response could filter through my phone’s speakers, I hung up, shoving the phone into my white coat’s pocket.

When the elevator doors opened, I took off.

Sunlight poured through the windows, giving the hospital lobby its ordinary sallow glow.

I didn’t even make it out of the front doors of the hospital before Sam was there, standing in my way with no shirt and arms folded.

“Let me through!” I snapped, not even bothering to try physicality. “If someone’s injured, I can help!”

Sam’s expression didn’t shift from its stony state. “Right now, you need to stay back.”

“If someone’s injured, I can help!”

“Paul will be fine,” Sam replied.

My heart leapt into my mouth. I knew it, I knew Paul was the one to do something stupid and almost get himself killed. I desperately clung to my last shred of common sense. “If the vampire injured him because he was trying to protect me–” I croaked.

“That’s one of the hazards in our occupation.”

“One of the–” I bit down on my lip, trying to keep my temper from flaring. “Paul needs help!”

“Yes. Our help.” Sam made a shooing gesture. “Go finish your shift.” I didn’t budge, glowering at the alpha.

The lobby doors behind Sam opened, and Jacob came through. “We got him back to La Push,” he said. Then, he stopped short, just noticing that Sam wasn’t alone.

“What happened?” I asked Jacob, my voice dangerously soft. “Tell me.”

For some reason, Jacob chuckled. “Paul’s okay.” Was he being…glib? One of his best friends was hurt, and he seemed to be smothering a smile.

“Somehow I doubt the vampire would leave Paul ‘okay’.”

Jacob cut a strange look in Sam’s direction, and Sam gave a minute shake of his head. “Don’t worry about it,” Jacob said. “We’ve got it all under control.”

Sam folded his arms. “Go back to work, Y/N.”

“You’re not my alpha,” I said with a sneer. “I don’t have to do anything you tell me to.”

Sam cocked his head, and I didn’t even need to ask to know what he was thinking. Why was I fighting so hard to help when I wasn’t wanted?

Suddenly I remembered what Emily’d said about the telepathy. Was Paul experiencing this with them, right in this moment? Did he think that I cared about him?

The thought pulled me up short.

“I’m a doctor,” I said, my voice softer than I’d intended. “It’s my job to help people that are sick and hurting. It’s what I’ve worked for my whole life.”

Sam and Jacob exchanged a look, but neither spoke.

The lobby doors opened again, and in came Carlisle. He slowed to a stop when he noticed the three of us. “Sam,” he said with a nod.

Sam matched his nod. “Carlisle.”

Carlisle’s eyes traveled over the two werewolves before reaching me. “Y/N, how was your shift?” he asked.

I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to let Carlisle’s entrance distract me from the situation. But getting close to Carlisle was always my goal, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin that. “The patient in room 203 was airlifted to Olympic Medical Center for a stent replacement.” A smug smile formed on Sam’s face, and I wanted to scratch his eyes out. As I continued relaying the details, I heard the lobby doors open and assumed Sam and Jacob were rejoining the pack.

It was only when Carlisle and I reached the elevator that I realized I didn’t know if the rogue vampire had been caught or not.

But right at that moment, I found it hard to care.

Part VII

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leverage | jared cameron x kim connweller

The past haunts you; the present holds you down. Jared Cameron/Kim Connweller

Rating: E (18+ only please!!!)

Chapter One: crushcrushcrush

Like clockwork, Kim’s body jolted awake.

Her heart pounded in her chest so painfully, she could barely breathe. Laying down on her side, she clutched the pillow under her head until the white dots disappeared from her eyes. She didn’t have to look at the clock on her bedside table to know it was early that morning: gray light flattened against her bedroom walls, filtering weakly through her sheer curtains.

When her heart finally, painfully, returned to normal, she laid in bed a while longer, assessing her surroundings the way her therapist told her when she was young. Count all of your toes. Count all of your fingers. Feel your chest rise and fall. Feel the air come in and out of your nose. You are here. You are safe.

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jacob black x reader fic writers have a very special place in my heart

#twilight #twilight x reader #jacob black #jacob black x reader #bella swan #edward cullen #paul lahote #i love you

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Paul

Hell yeah

#jsut got this ask idk what it means #but I agree #paul lahote #also have not beeen on tumblr at all recently but love y’all twilight stans miss y’all

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#aesthetic #love #boy #cute #girls #girl #werewolf #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #Twilight #jacob black #jared cameron #quil ateara #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #sam uley #embry call #paul lahote

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𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝚎. 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎

Pairing: Embry Call x Original Character Summary: Join Ainsley and Embry as they embark on a journey where they are forced to question everything they thought they knew, and embrace the pain that is inevitable to avoid in love. An imprint story. Self-discovery. Angst and romance.Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: none, just a birthday party for billy black :) A/N: Hi! I've been writing for Twilight for many years, and this was originally written as a Paul imprint story several years ago. Since then, I've come up with something separate for Paul that I plan on eventually bringing to life - in the meantime, Embry has always been my absolutely favourite (next to our boy Jacob, ofc!) simply because of his personality. I am obsessed with Embry's lineage mystery; him not having a certain family tie made writing him into fanfiction all the more intriguing. With that all said, I hope you enjoy this very fluffy (& if you know me, fluff doesn't come without a whole lotta angst) multi-chapter series 💜 --- xoxo, Lee! next chapter

Another rainy morning had come along; clouds hung low and appeared gray while the gentle breeze bit at the exposed skin of my cheeks. La Push had always been more considerably beautiful than any other place my family lived for one simple fact: it was a beacon of nature. The tree tops peaked in the distance from where I stood on the back porch, magnificent lush green stretching as far as I could see on either side. Despite the chained fence that squared off the property, the inviting underbrush sat a few yards away, leafy and welcoming. I preferred this scenery far more than the high-tops of buildings and the busy sound of traffic; for the first time in years, my mind felt quiet.

Iyah sniffed the ground, snorting in a sort of disapproval every odd moment. The puppy was still too small to fit into all of the skin his body held, but considering the definition in his legs, it was telling that the boys had been taking Iyah on their runs with them.

Folding my arms across my chest, I impatiently tapped my foot while I watched the animal paw at the ground just outside the fence. “Iyah! Enough!” I scolded, pulling my brows together.

The terrier halted his movements for a brief moment, pausing to glance over his shoulder with a single cocked ear. His head tilted to the right for a short while, watching me expectantly before his tongue lolled out from the side and he happily trotted towards the deck. He hadn’t even peed.

With the bitter windchill sending a shiver up my spine, I couldn’t be bothered to stand in the cold any longer; despite the calendar that printed 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, colder weather always seemed to crawl around earlier each passing year. Before we moved to Canada many years ago, the warm humidity of the summer clung to the air well into October; nine years later, my summer wardrobe was still tucked away in the top of my closet upon our arrival back to the reservation. The last two weeks had not provided as much sunshine as I anticipated, making the return home all the more fitting.

I held the door open for the pup, watching him shake off the excess water before he slipped into the house. Once inside, I carefully locked the back door behind me and shrugged out of my jacket.

“It’s freezing in here.” I mumbled aloud, pushing my feet into some slippers to pad down the tiled hallway into the kitchen. Trenton, my oldest brother, sat in his usual seat against the wall with his nose deep in the paper, chewing loudly around a mouthful of cereal. I tried not to notice the sound too much as I pushed the lid down on the Keurig and slipped two waffles into the toaster. “TJ left early today?” I asked casually, noticing the missing pair of keys from the hook just beside the archway.

Trent offered a quiet ‘mhm’ , dropping his spoon back into the bowl noisily. Most mornings were like this: Trent, our father TJ and myself were usually the first to get up and show any sign of human life. Trent and TJ worked stable jobs, but I always felt less accomplished with my day if I spent the time laying in bed. It was part of my whole ‘fresh start’ motif since our move back.

“And Travis?” I asked, stirring the creamer into the large mug placed in front of me.

“Still sleeping.” He mused, folding the paper in half and sliding it to the center of the table. “Y’know, he purposely picked electives with later starts so he could get an extra three hours of sleep?”

I definitely believed it. As passionate as Travis was about criminal justice, he was certainly less passionate about being awake before nine-o’clock. Early mornings had never been something that interested my other brother. More often than not, I spent most of my mornings as a child watching cartoons with Trent before school instead of Travis simply because he would sleep through his alarm clock (or shut it off) and arrive late to school. It became less of an issue when Travis hit high school and Jennie stopped caring. As long as he showed up, that was enough for her.

I sat in my place parallel to Trent and doused my waffles in syrup. They might not have been fresh, but they were warm and delicious nonetheless. “Are we still going to Billy’s this afternoon? For the birthday thing?”

Every year for as long as I could remember, Billy Black mailed out invitations for a small barbecue he hosted for himself in celebration of his birthday. Sarah, his late wife, wasn’t around to throw them herself and everyone had expected the festivities to continue. Safe to say, Billy didn’t like to disappoint.

In the last few years, our family had been absent from the reservation and was unable to partake. This year, Jennie had been hellbent on reminding the three of us that we better pull through for her and make a good impression.

I wasn’t overly concerned about it; my relationship with Billy was pretty standard. He was my favourite uncle by default. He was the father of my favourite cousins, and as the years wore on, Billy spent a lot of time paying attention to me once Jacob, Travis and Trent were too busy with their own adventures to include the tagalong. I hadn’t seen my cousins in nearly eight years. The last I saw Jacob was the summer before he went into the ninth grade. Back when I was still too young to hangout with Rebecca and Rachel, so instead I’d spend time with Trent, Travis, Jacob and their friends. Travis might’ve been younger than the others, but he made good on his word to be just as responsible.

He never tattled, he never cried, and he always put up a good fight.

“As far as I know. Dad should be home before three. Jennie should be coming home soon, her shift ended almost forty minutes ago.”

Admittedly, I admired my mother’s stamina. She worked as a registered nurse at the hospital in Forks, made the long drive there and back without many complaints, and worked overtime when necessary. The hospital had been short-staffed in the last few months, leaving Jennie working night-shifts to cover for those who had young children at home. As my brothers and I were fully capable of fending for ourselves, time away from home was a small sacrifice she was willing to make.

We finished our breakfasts in silence, with Trent offering to clear the table. After a moment, he looked over his shoulder. “You should shower, Ains. You stink.”

I skewered my face in offense. “I do not.” I grumbled lowly, pulling a few strands of my hair to my face to inhale quickly. Smelled fine. I glared at the back of Trent’s figure as the faucet turned to life and I huffed under my breath, “Don’t be a dick.”

Trent waved my words away with a soapy hand and I rolled my eyes.

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The clock illuminated 𝟸:𝟹𝟾 𝙿𝙼 from the desk in my room. I already finished my reading for the day, had showered as Trent suggested, and found the time to make Jennie lunch. I was putting off having to clean my room, gnawing on my bottom lip as I continuously glanced at the two boxes full of clean, folded laundry followed by the mounting heap of dirty clothing on the floor.

Iyah was curled up beside me on the bed, stretched out over the white duvet. For years, Jennie insisted we needed a family pet and for years the family had reminded her that no one really had the patience or the time to take care of an animal. It wasn’t until Trent and I found Iyah hiding in the underbrush on a beach in Tofino that we talked as a family about reopening that topic of discussion. His ears were still dopey, making him far less frightening than other pitbull terriers who had to ‘look tough’. His coat was gray and shiny, save for the strip of white on the underside of his belly and around his paws. He was gorgeous and easily my favourite companion.

“Hey, Ains?” I heard the light octave of Jennie’s voice call from across the hall, “Could you come here for a minute?”

A satisfied sigh slipped past my lips with the momentary release from my responsibilities; I leaned down to press a kiss to Iyah’s head and rolled off the bed. The house was quiet, save for the gentle melody of the radio coming from Jennie’s room. Upon entering, I could see her phone flipped upright on the bedside table.

“What’s up?” I asked, immediately crawling over the heaping pile of blankets in my mother’s bed.

“I’m gonna head over to Billy’s early. Did you wanna come?” I very much enjoyed that Jennie always asked; some kids in my neighbourhood had grown up without very much choice or say, and I always appreciated that Jennie gave me the option. She always respected me when I said no, but that was a very rare occurrence.

“Sure.” I smiled, propping my head up on my knuckles. “Who’s all going to be there this evening?”

Jennie was rummaging around in her closet, pulling articles of clothing from boxes as she went. “Apart from your uncle, Jacob and Rachel, there will be Sue Clearwater and her new husband.” Right. Harry died almost 8 years ago. “And you remember Sue and Harry’s kids, right?”

“Seth and Leah.” I responded with a nod.

“Plus some new additions, I suppose. Sam Uley and his wife will be there with their daughter, along with Jared,” Jared was a distant relative of some sort, from what I remembered. “and his fiancee, Quil and Embry,” Individuals that Trent and Travis frequently got into trouble with, “Rachel’s engaged to Paul now, so he’ll be there, too, and some other members from the tribe.”

Jennie finally exited the closet wearing a royal blue shirt and a pair of dark jeans. It was very rare that I saw my mother in anything other than her pale green scrubs, and I couldn’t help but beam at the sight of her. “Look’s good. TJ will really like the top.” I pointed to the fringe embellishment around her collar.

Jennie smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead before she turned towards the bathroom. “Can you help me with my hair? I can never get the braid straight.”

Forty-five minutes later, the two of us could be seen hurrying through the rain towards my Jeep at the end of the driveway against the curb. I spent so much time helping my mother look her best, that I was unable to have any time for myself. Still, I thought I did a pretty decent job with pulling myself together with a dress and sleek ponytail. It definitely made up for the lack of effort I put into my face.

“Travis won’t be joining us until after his last class at six,” I glanced down to the dashboard; that wouldn’t be for almost another two hours, “and Trent and TJ are both leaving work now, so they should be there soon.”

The ride to Billy’s house was familiar. I had never personally driven down the streets of La Push myself, but remembered being squished in between my brothers in the backseat in my early childhood years. The reservation hadn’t changed much; neither had Billy’s. The garage still sat open and heavily used in the distance, but the wooden ramp was a newer addition to the front porch. As I pulled onto the property, I remembered Jennie talking about how Billy’s diabetes had given him some complications, and he now relied on a wheelchair to get him around.

It was difficult to believe it had really been that long.

I parked as close as I could to the house, saving the paved driveway for cars that couldn’t roll through the mud quite as easily as my Jeep could. I awkwardly climbed over the console and followed my mother’s footsteps to the deck, and then bolted inside in cover of the looming rain.

The home was a lot smaller than I remembered, but perhaps that was because there had always been less people present. The kitchen was overflowing with food, laughs streaming into my ears from the living room. One thing I noticed about the group of people as I entered the room was this: they were certainly a family. They were grouped together, while all very different in many ways, they were all very similar, too. In some way, each being in this room was connected by the tribe and the blood of our ancestors.

The next thing I noticed was that it was particularly warm, despite the cold weather and rain on the other side of the window. I brushed it off as body heat due to the close proximity of each individual in the room, and smiled when my eyes landed on Billy’s warm smile.

“There’s my girl!” He boomed, wheeling himself forward with one out-stretched hand. “Look at you, you’re more beautiful than your mother when she was your age.”

I bent down to wrap my arms around his frame, squeezing a second longer than I originally intended before I pulled away and looked him over. “You look good, man. Not a day over forty-five.” I was being nice; Billy looked more his age now than ever before.

“Oh, hush you.” Billy squinted, turning his attention to Jennie. I filtered my eyes across the hordes of bodies in the room; mainly unfamiliar faces, which put me at unease — until I landed on a pair of russet eyes. He looked much different than I remembered; his hair was cut short and his body had grown nearly an entire two feet. Jacob’s frame looked too big as he leaned against the archway, offering an impish grin when he met my searching gaze.

I stepped forward, narrowing my eyes in his direction in disbelief. “Jacob Black,” I started, folding my arms over my chest. “You look,” I paused, at a loss for the right words. I shook my head, “I don’t know what Billy’s been cooking at these barbecues for the last eight years, but if it’ll make me grow another three inches, I’ll have seconds.”

Jacob offered a loud laugh, letting his head fall back momentarily before he shot an arm out and pulled me into his side. He was definitely overheated, too.

We spent twenty-minutes talking about everything; Jacob mentioned that he had fallen behind in school and was homeschooled for his senior year, but still finished on time. He graduated from college last summer, and had opened his own shop in the town working with some of his friends. He introduced me to most of the others; I vaguely remembered Seth, Leah and Sue. Quil was present, but remained preoccupied following a nine-year-old he was babysitting. I spent a small amount of time paying Emily attention; it wasn’t to be rude, but Sam seemed to notice my staring and every so often I could feel his gaze in a way that made me feel incredibly small.

It was a quarter after six, and the last of the group was just arriving. The rain had stopped long enough for the sun to peek through the gray clouds in the sky, which resulted in a shift in the crowd. Some gathered in the kitchen and on the porch, all windows and doors wide open. I kept myself close to my brothers, who seemed to be falling into place easily with their old school friends.

“Look how buff you are, Trav.”

“Trav? Have you seen the biceps on Trent?”

One of the boys yelled, “He’s massive!”

You’re all massive. I thought to myself, gaze scanning over the crowd again. The majority of the men that Travis and Trent grew up with were all marked with the same black ink on their right-hand shoulder. They all towered over six feet, and equally solid in raw muscle mass. Despite their age, and their incessant need to cling onto their youth, there was particular seriousness that loomed over the group. I could at least feel some calm in that.

“Well, well, well.” Jared tsked, sitting up straight, “look who finally showed up!”

All eyes looked to the back door, watching the last of the stragglers enter the kitchen. I recognized Collin - he was another cousin that was my age - followed by another young man and Embry.

“Embry had some business to take care of,” Collin announced, pulling one of the plastic plates off the counter to begin scooping food onto.

I sat in my place in the corner, barely watching as the men moved shoulder to shoulder, playfully shoving each other into walls and countertops. Their conversation grew loud and boisterous, mimicking the slurred laughs and words of the parents sitting just outside. I looked through the window to where Jennie and TJ sat, curled up next to each other on the stairs. Jennie might not have found true love with my father, but I was certain she had love now. It always made me sad to think about, but I couldn’t imagine anyone loving me the way TJ loved my mother.

The sun was setting behind the trees, and the bonfire had already started when Trent finally broke away from his friends in the family room to rejoin me in the kitchen. No one seemed to notice I had stayed behind to clear the countertops and tie the trash bags. I didn’t mind, really. While this place felt like something familiar and these people were certainly my family, I couldn’t find myself fitting in. In turn, I saw no reason to force it.

“Here, let me take that.” Trent offered, pulling the heavy garbage bag away from my hands. “Why don’t you go and sit with Travis. Jacob’s been asking for you.”

I shrugged, looking around the kitchen for the cupboard that hid unused bags. “These are your people, Trent, not mine.” I mused quietly, feeling stupid for saying it. “Besides, someone has to make sure the adults don’t set themselves on fire.” I gestured my hand towards all of the empty beer bottles on the kitchen table, which led Trent to lean over the sink to look out of the window at the group who lounged on logs settled around the large fire in the backyard.

Voices from the living room picked up, the conversation trailing into the kitchen as three of the men reentered with the last of the remaining dishes. “Leave her alone, T. If she wants to pout in the corner, let her.” Travis sniggered, tossing his dirty dish into the warm water.

I felt my shoulders drop slightly, forcing my eyes to focus on scrubbing the cups in the soapy water.

“Who is this anyway?” I heard someone ask, which was promptly followed by a smack.

Trent folded his arms next to me, shaking his head slightly as Travis spoke. “This,” Travis started, moving forward to wrap an arm around my neck, “is my baby sister.” I appreciated the certain pride he had in his words, but winced slightly under the word baby .

“So, she’s off limits?”

This time, I let out a laugh and dropped my sponge in the water.

“Yes. She’s off limits.” Trent continued, watching me from the corner of his eye. There was a chuckle, followed by another smack.

“Give it up, Seth!” Jacob warned from the living room.

“Now, that’s not fair,” a new voice replied, entering the already cramped kitchen. Was it just me, or was it hot in here? “Seth hardly gets the opportunity to meet anyone new, he’s just excited.”

I turned to glance at the newcomer over my shoulder, and I paused. This was the first time in nearly eight years I was looking at Embry — really looking at him. As much as he resembled the other Native in the house, face full of the Quileute gene, he also looked nothing like them. His eyes were a warm amber, appearing as though they were two milk chocolate pools with flecks of gold swimming along the surface. My eyes swept the length of his body quickly: his shirt all but clung to his body, the russet colour of his skin seeping through the thin white material. His fists slowly opened and relaxed, shoulders dropping with each breath he took. Truthfully, Embry looked deadly, but absolutely gorgeous in his very own way. I brought my eyes to his again, the heat colouring my cheeks when I realized his gaze remained fixed and unmoving from my face.

“What —” his mouth hung open, pulling his brows together in the middle. From my peripheral, I watched Trenton shift uneasily, his eyes narrowing in on Embry’s just as mine had done a few moments ago.

There was a loud snap! that broke through the air, causing everyone to turn their heads towards the window. “C’mon!” Billy called from his place next to Sue, waving at the lot of us inside the kitchen, “Bring me another beer, would ya?”

One by one, bodies trudged from the home and out into the backyard. Embry remained in place, his eyes carefully watching my movements as I wiped my hands on a cloth and maneuvered past him.

Suddenly, warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, forcing me to turn around and face him. I twisted my hand out from his grip, holding it in shock. Not because he had hurt me, but because the warmth of his touch seemed to burn through my skin into my veins.

“Ainsley?” He asked quietly, reaching for my wrist once more.

I took a slow step back, blinking frantically as I held my wrist against my chest. “Embry.” I replied in a whisper, watching his face relax at the sound of my voice. I tried not to linger any longer than necessary, reluctantly turning to push out the door out of my way to join my family. When I looked back, Embry stood frozen where I left him in the kitchen, hand still stretched out, eyes drilling into my core despite the darkness of the night engulfing me entirely.

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Part 2 of this post with the Wolfpack! (minus Jacob because he's in the first part):

Sam: Magic, Don't Forget Where You Belong

Seth: Live While We're Young, End of the Day, Best Song Ever, Act My Age, Up All Night

Leah: Tell Me a Lie, She's Not Afraid, Long Way Down

Embry: History, Clouds

Quil: Alive, Midnight Memories

Jared: Olivia, Nobody Compares

Paul: Teenage Dirtbag cover (lovingly)

#Twilight Characters as One Direction songs :')#one direction #Twilight #sam uley #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #embry call #quil ateara #jared cameron #paul lahote #Can you tell I have a Clearwater bias?? Lmao #I'm sorry I can't help but love Seth and Leah :/

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i think people who write twilight wolfpack fanfiction are swell. they see pretty person and write and i love that about them.

#i’m mainly referring to me myself and i #but i love every single fic i’ve read #and will continue to love them #anyways please send embry x oc recs #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #embry call #jacob black #quil ateara #paul lahote #sam uley #jared cameron #seth clearwater #leah clearwater

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Speak | Chapter 9

Word Count: 3.6K Story Description: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf. Chapter: 9/? A/N: one day I'll upload early, y'all. but I am truly trying to keep to the schedule I posted, as hard as it is. But thank you for bearing with me. You guys have no idea how much it means to me 🥰🤍 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffee TikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post! Taglists for Twilight get filled quick and Tumblr only lets me tag up to a certain point. Notifications are your best bet.

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The Swan sisters had been raised with a misconstrued idea that the new year meant a fresh start, a clean slate. That it could magically erase any and all afflictions the year before had caused. That it truly was the first page of a new chapter.

And maybe that’s all that (Y/N) was hoping for that New Year’s Eve. That the coming year would be the first page of her new chapter in Forks. That whatever was happening with Paul would die that December night. That Bella would finally turn over a new leaf and forget Edward. That she could move forward with her relationship with Jake.

Because that’s what she wanted.

That’s what she had always wanted.

The thing she most needed was to get over whatever fluke it was that had made its way into her life. Whatever breach into her timeline that had decided to make her heart flutter out the sound of someone else’s name. It had been too sudden and unexplainable to not be a mistake.

Paul Lahote had no business settling into her heart in the way he had, and she would stop at nothing to pluck him as quickly as he had attached himself. Even if she looked forward to seeing him in her dreams at night, even if her heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of him, even if all she wanted was to get as close to him as possible.

(Y/N) wanted —at least she thought she wanted— to go back to being excited that Jacob had finally set his sights on her. She wanted the same thrill she got about Paul with Jake. He had been the crush that had withstood the trials of time. It could not be trampled over by a guy she barely knew.

Yet, she could not stop thinking how his favorite color was red, how he moved to La Push after his parent’s divorced when he was eight, how he didn’t remember much of his mother even though he had been old enough to, how he had never been in love but desperately wanted to know what it felt like. (Y/N) could not stop picturing the way his eyes would shine under the warm glow of the setting sun, how his smile would grow as he listened intently to every word she spoke. Nor could she shake off the feeling of his warm skin against hers, how soft his hands had felt where she believed they’d be rough and calloused. He was everything and nothing like she had thought, but she knew that was as far as she could go to know him.

“Well, don’t you look mighty nice?” Charlie’s voice broke his daughter out of thought. “I think you’ve been to more bonfires this month than I have been to in years. People might start forgetting the sheriff’s face around there.”

“I doubt that’s even possible, dad,” she chuckled, smoothing over a piece of hair that had been unruly for the better part of the day. “Really wish you could join us, though. Since Bella won’t be making it out there, I wanted a Swan there for moral support.”

“This about that Paul fella?”

The question took (Y/N) aback. She had thought no one but Jake knew about that whole fiasco, and she was certain he had not said anything to her dad. “How do you…?” she stammered.

“Bella muttered a thing or two about him. Said he was the one you had been with the other night,” her father said. “Something happen with you and Jake?”

“Nothing happened,” she muttered. “I’m just making new friends seeing as my stay in Forks might be longer than anticipated.”

“Well, that’s a good idea. Just be careful of the people you keep in your company.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Jake might have mentioned this Paul Lahote character is not the greatest influence,” Charlie added. “He thinks he might not have the purest of intentions with you, (Y/N). I just don’t wanna see you get hurt.”

“Well, I can tell you right now that you have nothing to worry about,” (Y/N) smiled comfortingly. The last thing she wanted was for her father to worry about her when his other daughter was still no more than a statue in their home. “I have only hung out with him that one time and I don’t think it’ll happen again. But thanks for checking in.”

“Just wanna make sure your transition back here is as smooth as possible, kiddo,” he responded warmly. “I know it’s gonna be hard to settle back here after being with your mom for so long. Forks might be a bit slow but it’s truly home.”

“I’m actually excited about staying. Even if it wasn’t the plan originally, there’s something about this town that’s just begging for me to stay,” she confessed. “Even if I came to help with Bella, I’m glad I decided to stay. It will also keep mom from taking us both back to Florida —at least for a while.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” The older Swan said before she nodded in response. “I’m just glad you two wanted to spend time with your old man. Even if I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing good, dad,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I will say you got the shortest end of the stick having to be the one dealing with this breakup but I know you’re doing the absolute best you can. Hopefully, this new year brings us all the fresh start we so desperately need.”

“I hope so too, kiddo,” he sighed in defeat. “But have fun tonight, (Y/N), and make good choices.”

“Have I ever done anything else?”

“Very funny, kid,” Charlie chuckled. “Well, I’m off to work. I’ll probably not be here yet when you get back, so happy new year, (Y/N). And have fun.”

“Happy New Year, dad.”

Everything in Forks seemed to move at a punishingly fast pace, even if at times it felt like the town was stuck in time. But (Y/N) had been there almost four weeks which had already felt like a lifetime.

In comparison to living with Phil and her mother, in the midst of travel and adventures that she had loved for a time, (Y/N) had forgotten the calmness of remaining stagnant, of going to sleep and waking in the same home. She had forgotten what walking the halls of a school felt like, of having a group of friends that lasted more than a year.

Forks would give her that opportunity, or at least she hoped it would. The town had already started to change her and given her more than she could’ve hoped for. And that night she truly believed would set everything in the correct motion. Everything she had wished for with no more flukes.

An hour later and from the street she heard the honk of a horn. She gave herself a once over, not feeling completely comfortable with the way she looked that night. In part, she felt it was merely the nerves of seeing Jacob after the altercation with Paul.

But there was another part, the bigger part, that knew it was because of Paul. There was a calming thrill to him that she couldn’t explain. Even the juxtaposition of the thought made no sense to her. As much as she wanted to stay away from him, she wanted to get closer. It scared and excited her all at once.

Yet, the person that was waiting for her was not him. It was Jake, waiting impatiently behind the wheel of his truck.

“What took you so long?” Jacob grumbled as (Y/N) got into the car. “We’re already late as it is.”

“Sorry, Jake. I couldn’t find my jacket.”

“It’s fine, (Y/N). It’s just that Quil came back from his trip, and I wanted to catch up with him before school starts,” he said. “I also haven’t seen Embry since last weekend since he was with his mom visiting some family.”

“Yeah, I get that,” (Y/N) responded meekly, sinking into her seat. “At least we have the rest of the night to hang out with them.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he smiled forcefully. “What about Bella? Is she not coming?”

“No,” she said through gritted teeth. “She wasn’t up to coming. Still bummed about this Edward guy.”

“What a shame,” Jake sighed. “Being around people would be good for her.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she mumbled. “But I can’t really force her. This guy did a number on her and nothing dad and I are doing is working. I’ve even decided to…”

“Maybe you guys don’t know her as well as you thought,” he blurted. “I mean, no offense but she’s not the same girl that left Arizona. She’s not even the same girl that came to Forks.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t help her, Jake. And that’s what we have been doing this whole time. Still, we can’t help someone that doesn’t want to help themselves.”

“I’m not trying to start a fight, (Y/N),” he grumbled. “I’m just saying that maybe your efforts have not worked because she’s not the same Bella you knew.”

The girl remained quiet, anger filling her body instantly. Bella remained a sore subject in the new relationship, always being brought up by Jacob, reminding (Y/N) that he had liked her sister first –and, deep down, she knew he probably still did. Still, wanted to remain in the delusion that he had chosen her for as long as she could.

“It’s fine. Let’s just drop this, okay?” (Y/N) pleaded. “I just want to enjoy tonight. Please.”

“Alright, yeah. Whatever.”

The rest of the ride went by in silence, a heavy tension filling the air and suffocating her. At that moment, more than ever before in her life, she needed to believe that the new year was truly a fresh start. A new beginning for her sister, a new beginning for her relationship, and a new beginning for her life in Forks.

As soon as the truck rolled to a stop, Jake was out of the car and heading to the beach, mumbling something to (Y/N) that he was gonna see his friends and that he’d catch up to her soon enough. Then, he left her in between the small sea of cars that lined the border of the beach.

The younger Swan was left dumbfounded, completely perplexed at Jake’s reaction. His outburst had made her feel small and unwanted. And as she stood frozen at her spot, watching the community celebrate before her, she wondered if there was any reason for her to be there. Because maybe the best thing she could do, for everyone, was leave.

“I’m glad you came, (Y/N),” a voice startled her. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Paul, hi,” she blushed, looking down at the black jumpsuit she wore under a white coat. “Thank you. You look great too. Especially with my sweater.”

“Oh, it was cold tonight and it was the first thing I grabbed,” he chuckled. “I promise I was gonna bring it back to you, not use it like it was mine.”

“Honestly, it looks better on you than it does me. Sometimes I feel like I drown in it.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. Your look great in a paper bag,” he grinned. “But I really am glad you came tonight.”

“And why is that, Paul Lahote?”

“Because I wanted to apologize for the other day. I never wanted things to end the way they did,” he said. His eyes searched hers in the darkness, wanting nothing more than for his hands to reach her, to feel her skin against his once more. “I’m sorry if I caused any trouble between you and Jacob. The last thing I would have ever wanted was for you to be blamed for my actions. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thank you, Paul,” she smiled, her hand unconsciously reaching for his, giving it a comforting squeeze. “But it’s not your fault. I was the one that agreed to spend time with you knowing that Jake would blow off the handle. If anyone is to blame for what happened that night, it’s me.”

Paul couldn’t help himself as his free hand flew to rest on her cheek, cradling her face in a soothing manner. “Nothing that happened was your fault, (Y/N),” he said. “Jake simply showed you who he is. You never did anything wrong. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

In that split second, (Y/N) remembered Jake’s words. She broke away from his contact, as though his touch had burned her skin, turning away from the enchanting trance his eyes held over her.

“What’s wrong?”

“It's just that Jake said something about you and… your past,” she sighed. “He said I was just an attempt to make your body count higher.”

“I hope you know how untrue that is,” he said, seething on the inside but not daring to show it to her. “You are special, (Y/N), and I would never do anything that would make you feel otherwise.”

“But why, Paul? What is so special about me? To everyone, I’m just Bella’s little sister.”

“You have to know that that is the least interesting thing about you,” he said. He reached out to her, needing to look her in the eye again. “You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re smart and witty. And that’s merely the tip of the iceberg. I may not have known you for long but I know there’s so much more to you than you let on. And all I’ve wanted was to learn about those parts that you hide from everyone else.”

“I still don’t know why!” (Y/N) responded, frustration pooling beads of tears in the corners of her eyes. “How can I trust someone that somehow says everything I want to hear but won’t give me a straightforward answer? Why me, Paul? Out of all the people in the world, why do you want to know me?”

At that moment, he felt he would spill everything. He wanted her to know just why it was her, why the universe had decided that it had to be her. Paul wanted to confess what bonded them and would keep them for the rest of their lives.

And he would have, but the fear of putting her in any danger could not let him say the words. He could not bring himself to utter any of the words that would throw her life up in shambles. “Why not you, (Y/N)?” he asked her, biting his tongue to keep what he wanted to say from spilling. “Is it so hard to believe that I could have seen you and be intrigued by you?”

“You saw me for a split second, Paul. Someone you’ve never known of cannot be worth all this trouble.”

“You are worth it, (Y/N).”

“And you are frustratingly vague,” she finally cracked a smile. “Why can’t you just answer me? What is it that you’re hiding?”

“You’d never believe me if I told you,” he copied her smile. “And isn’t a little mystery fun?”

“It could be if it didn’t get me in trouble with my boyfriend.”

“That could be fixed by breaking up with him, you know,” Paul teased. “A lot of things could be fixed if Jake was gone.”

“Are you threatening my boyfriend, Paul Lahote?”

“I would never,” he laughed. “But I still believe that he doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N).”

“Will you ever let that go?”

“Don’t think I can.”

And maybe she knew he was right but it was too hard to admit it, to him or to herself. She had wanted Jake for the better part of her life and one night could not change that. She wouldn’t let it. “Then you’re gonna have to if there’s ever gonna be some sort of friendship between us,” she said. “Might be hard to spend time with someone that’s always trashing their boyfriend.”

“I mean, you’ve only got a couple more weeks before you have to go back to Florida, right? I think I can control myself in that time.”

“Actually, I decided to move to Forks with my dad,” she smiled. “Bella isn’t getting better and I’ve honestly gotten attached to this town. It might be that some people have made this place so enchanting.”

“Then I guess I’m gonna have to work harder on pretending that I like Jake,” he grinned. “But I am glad you’re staying. The town wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“I’ve only been here for three weeks, Paul,” she laughed.

“And nothing has been the same since.”

“You’re something else.”

“I could say the same about you,” Paul added before noticing Jared calling him over. “And on that note, I will have to leave you. I’ve got a couple of things I have to do. But not before you give me your phone number.”

“My number?”

“That way I’d we ever wanna see each other it doesn’t have to be by me showing up at your house or running into each other at a bonfire.”

“Right,” she chuckled, handing him her phone. “That’s smart.”

“I’ll see you around, (Y/N),” he smiled before kissing her on the cheek and disappearing down the beach.

As soon as he was out of sight, (Y/N) looked around, hoping that no one had witnessed what had just happened. As innocent as everything could have been, in such a small town, everything was known.

Once she had calmed down, she finally walked toward the commotion of the beach. Feeling as confused as she had been since meeting Paul, but at peace. Being around him made her feel serene, tranquility spreading through her veins. Though he made her heart race, he didn’t make her chest feel tight. It was a feeling that made her feel equal parts uneasy and calm.

“Where were you?” Jake asked as she joined him and his friends, a hint of annoyance dancing between his words.

“Just around,” she smiled. “I was actually planning to get something to drink. Do you guys want anything?”

“We’re good,” Embry smiled kindly. “But thank you.”

“Just hurry,” Jake added before becoming more interested in the conversations he was having before she had gotten close. “And bring me back a water, thanks.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

(Y/N) left him quickly, needing to compose herself before heading back toward him. She could feel how annoyed he was at her. Ever since that afternoon with Paul, Jake had become distant and rather cold toward her but she could understand why. As much as it pained her, she knew why and that she had to do something to make it up to him while keeping what angered him a secret.

“It’s good to see you around, (Y/N),” Billy said as he joined the girl’s side at the refreshment table. “I was wondering when I would see you again.”

“Hi, uncle Billy,” she smiled. “I’ve been meaning to go by the house but I’ve been busy these couple of days.”

“And things have been heated between you and my son.”

“How did you…?”

“Small town,” he smiled softly. “But I’ve already had some words with my son about his behavior toward you. It was completely unacceptable.”

“It might have been an overreaction but it was warranted,” she said looking down. “I knew what I did would anger him but I still did it.”

“That doesn’t mean he can chastise you in the middle of town. My son is young and can be quick-tempered,” Billy sighed, taking one of (Y/N)’s hands in his. “He says and does things that he doesn’t know he will regret one day, and you don’t deserve to be in the receiving end of that.”

“Thank you, Billy,” (Y/N) smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “But I’m sure he’s sorry for that night and we’ll work through it together.”

“You know, I love my son, but he can be quite stubborn when he wants to. Even at his own detriment. Still, I hope this new year brings you both clarity and growth. Both personally, and if the gods want it, in your relationship as well.”

“I hope so too, uncle Billy.”

“My son is lucky to have you by his side. Even if he doesn’t know it.”

(Y/N) felt a new surge of confidence as he joined Jake and his friends once more. Knowing Billy was watching her back made her feel stronger about her relationship with Jacob and that it was worth investing her heart and time into. She knew her heart yearned for Jake and all she felt toward Paul was a strong sense of friendship.

As the hours passed and the tension between her and Jake seemed to dissipate, her resolve simply solidified itself. She would do anything possible to fix her relationship with her boyfriend and keep her friendship with Paul separate from Jacob.

But there was the smallest part in her that replayed Paul’s voice. He kept telling her how she deserved better and that Jake was not the right person for her, even if that was who she had wanted for so long.

Still, when the clock struck twelve, Jake was the one she kissed, and wished things would work out between them. She wished for him to only see Bella as a friend and finally give his whole heart to her. Wrapped in his arms as they cheered the new year, she begged the universe to give her the chance to have everything she had wished for.

Yet as her eyes found Paul’s in the crowd, she doubted if it was what she truly wanted or if she was holding onto a silly childhood dream.

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Love & Hate, Part VII ~ Paul Lahote

Wow, this series is getting more and more popular. This part has one of my favorite scenes in the whole fanfic, so I hope you guys enjoy! @writing-on-the-wahl, thank you so much for being such a good sport about helping me edit all my fanfics before I post them. You’re the best, and I’m forever grateful.

Warnings: descriptions of needles and drawing blood

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The two mile walk from his cabin to Sam and Emily’s house took twice as long as it could’ve, but Paul didn’t want to let the wolf out. After so thoroughly losing his freedom of choice last night, he wanted to avoid shifting if at all possible.

It sent him into a foul mood, the fact that he was tiptoeing around something within himself. Nothing egged at him quite so much as that.

If Y/N wasn’t around, he wouldn’t have any issues with the wolf. There would be no need for arguing, no need for spontaneous trips to Kansas City, and absolutely no need for Jacob to bite him. Paul ran his hand across his shoulder underneath the sleeves of his tank, over the place where the bite mark had been. The wound had closed fairly quickly thanks to his supernatural healing, but the memories of the pain and embarrassment lingered.

He was so far gone, so preoccupied with thoughts of a woman that his packmate had to bite him?

And worse than that, the words Jared shared about Y/N being alone wormed around in his brain, joining forces with the wolf’s utter mortification over the fight they’d had. In favor of dealing with the full moon, Paul pushed the memories of the argument aside, but now the full moon was over. Now there was no excuse to make to rid himself of the waves of shame.

A growl loosed from his throat.

Paul was easily irritated, he knew that, but Y/N could just get under his skin like no one else ever had.

Add that to the wolf’s constant, unhelpful commentary about how beautiful she was and how good it would feel to be next to her and how perfect she was…Paul’s path to being the crazy villager everyone laughed about was almost set in stone.

He shook his head, trying to focus on the present.

Apparently, when Sam had informed Carlisle of the events the night of the full moon earlier this morning, Carlisle had asked for the chance to speak to the pack. Since Paul was intentionally not shifting, he didn’t have the chance to see the memory, but according to what Sam said on the phone, Carlisle had been rather anxious.

What could have the doctor all tied in knots?

I suppose I’m about to find out, Paul thought as he opened the front door.

Y/N’s scent hit him like a semi truck, and he immediately clenched his fists, fighting his desires both for more air and more of her smell.

Had her scent always been this sweet?

Paul didn’t know, but if her scent was somehow becoming more irresistible to him over time, he might as well take up permanent residence in Kansas City if he wanted to be a functional human being.

Was there somewhere in La Push Paul could get a scuba tank? If he brought his own air, there was no need to be smelling Y/N’s.

He shook his head.

Stupid idea.

He stepped into the house, trying to ignore the intoxicating smell, lest he lose any semblance of common sense he had left. As soon as Paul laid eyes on the scene in the living room, however, he realized he had much bigger problems.

Jacob sat on the armchair, like he always did, while Sam and Emily stood beside the walkway to the kitchen. A few werewolves lazed about on the furniture while the majority of the pack made themselves at home on the floor. Considering the pack’s rise in numbers, there wasn’t any floor space to spare.

Carlisle Cullen stood with his back to the fireplace, hands wringing and eyes flitting to look at every werewolf in the room. Leah, perched on the arm of the couch, gave a mock salute when she saw Paul. She was the only one to acknowledge him. The rest of the pack watched the doctor. No one assumed the bloodsucker’s news was of a good variety, but his apparent nerves heightened the highly strung atmosphere.

The tension in the air was unlike anything Paul had ever experienced.

Paul stood on the other side of the walkway to the kitchen, leaning against the wall, pretending like he knew exactly what to do with his arms. His ears caught the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, and from the labored gait, he knew exactly who it was.

When Y/N came around the corner, Paul’s heart seized in his throat.

He’d forgotten how beautiful she was. It wasn’t just one part of her. It wasn’t only the way her hair framed her face or the sensuous lips or the innate grace she carried, even with her limp. No, her beauty belonged in the whole picture, the balance and colors used in this living painting.

His insides leapt as she came closer. He wasn’t sure if he’d been existing these past few days because to be seen by her was to exist, and it’d been far too long since they’d last seen each other.

Paul’s brain came to a screeching halt.

Those thoughts weren’t his.

Shut up, Paul grumbled at the wolf.

Still, the wolf barked in protest as Y/N limped right past him without batting an eye.

“Y/N,” Sam said congenially.

Instead of saying anything back or even nodding, she pursed her lips, throwing a glare in his direction. When Jacob got up to offer him her seat, she fixed him with the same cold stare and limped over to stand by the wall opposite Paul instead.

Paul cocked his head, suddenly curious.

Why was she behaving with such hostility? There was no way she’d forgiven Paul for the comments he’d made after changing her tire, but she wouldn’t take that out on Sam or Jacob. She was unreasonable, but not that unreasonable.

Which meant something else was going on.

Whatever it was, it most likely had something to do with Carlisle’s studious effort to avoid looking in Y/N’s direction. Didn’t the two of them work together? They’d acted fairly chummy before, so why suddenly did Carlisle look as if there was a tennis ball stuck in his throat?

Paul suddenly straightened.

Had some sort of romantic advance been made? Had Y/N…

He didn’t want to finish the thought, not when her smell was calling to him. Not when it took all his strength not to give into the gravity she’d always seemed to have around him. Besides, the doctor was happily married…right?

But what if Y/N was attracted to him? It would make sense because they were both in the medical field, but she wasn’t supposed to be with the bloodsucker, she was supposed to be with him. No one could ever be good enough for her, but Paul was the only one who could be sure to try every day to keep her safe and happy.

Really, man? Paul asked the wolf. Calm down.

“Alright, Carlisle,” Sam said, arms folded in the stance he typically took when he was trying to look authoritative (Paul had once caught him practicing it in a mirror). “What’s the news?”

Carlisle cleared his throat, and Paul couldn’t help noticing he now looked like a high school boy about to confess to his parents that he’d accidentally gotten a girl pregnant. “Um, well, my family and I…we-we decided not to, uh, tell you about this, but with the events of late, it’s probably best that you know.”

Paul exchanged a nervous look with Jacob. A bloodsucker secret? This couldn’t be good.

“You may recall that some humans have blood that sings to vampires.” Carlisle took a deep breath. “These ‘singers’ are nearly impossible for vampires to resist, especially if they haven’t practiced resisting human blood before.”

“So…it’s like how Bella’s blood sang to Edward?” Jacob asked.

Y/N hadn’t known that, judging by the slight rise of her eyebrows.

Paul hated the fact he’d even noticed.

“Yes, like that.” Carlisle scratched his neck. Then, his eyes darted in Y/N’s direction, as if it were uncontrollable.

A flare of some green-eyed, protective need rang through Paul, like Carlisle’s look was a mallet hitting Paul’s bell. “Out with it already,” Paul grumbled, curling his hands into first to keep from storming towards the vampire and bashing his face in. “Some of us have patrols to do.”

Carlisle shoved his hands into his pockets. “As you know, werewolves and vampires are natural enemies.” He paused again, and Paul only just resisted the urge to walk over and shake the words out of him. “I think that’s why this vampire is hanging around.”

Confused murmurs erupted in the room, as mostly everyone still didn’t understand what Carlisle was getting at.

“What didn’t your family want to tell us?” Sam asked, trying to get straight to the point.

“The blood of a wolf’s imprint sings to all vampires,” Carlisle said.

The whole world ceased to spin, teetering dangerously on its axis.

Paul gaped at the doctor.

How long had the Cullens been sitting on this? Did the Cullens have any idea how much danger they’d put Emily in by not telling the pack this information? Or Kim, Jared’s imprint? Or Quil’s kindergarten imprint?

Of course, the Cullens kept this to themselves. Renesmee, being half vampire, was most likely immune to this.

A few growls sounded around Paul, and he knew he was not the only one having a hard time refraining from violence.

Out of the corner of his eye, Paul saw Sam shift to stand in between the doctor and Emily. “You’re saying,” Sam said slowly, like he was imagining what Carlisle would look like with a broken nose, “that vampires are attracted to the blood of our imprints?”

Carlisle nodded solemnly. “I think that’s why this vampire is hunting Y/N.”

Paul froze.

In his preoccupation, he hadn’t realized it wasn’t just Emily, Kim, Claire and Renesmee who’d been endangered by the keeping of this secret.

Y/N was too.

Had someone dumped a colony of fire ants on Paul? He could’ve sworn something was burning his skin, crawling up and down his back and neck. The guilt that had been plaguing him earlier was nothing compared to the tidal wave that rose up in him now. He nearly choked as the full weight of the news sunk in. It was Paul’s fault Y/N was in danger. The vampire wouldn’t be hunting her with such an intensity if Paul hadn’t imprinted on her.

Paul’s eyes slowly slid to her, suddenly wishing she would look at him so he could guess what she was feeling.

But Y/N’s eyes stayed on the doctor as a mirthless laugh tumbled out of her mouth. “You’re telling me–” she pushed off from the wall to step in Carlisle’s direction, “–that not only am I stuck with him–” she pointed an accusing finger straight at Paul, “–as my supposed soulmate, I’m now an irresistible snack for all vampires?”

Carlisle winced. “That’s a bit harsh–”

Another bitter and grating laugh came from Y/N, and Paul felt like his insides were shriveling and crumbling away.

“Dr. Cullen, I think you should leave now.” Sam’s voice was tense, leaving no room for argument. With the speed Carlisle headed for the door, he wasn’t looking for any room anyways.

Unfortunately, Carlisle left behind only one target for Y/N’s wrath.

She rounded on Paul. “You.” Paul was glad just then for Y/N’s limp, because she wouldn’t be able to chase him if he needed to make a run for it. “You and your imprinting!”

“Y/N, that’s enough,” Sam said the same tone he’d used on Carlisle.

But of course, where the doctor had fled, Y/N stood her ground. “I’m not one of your lackeys!” she spat at him. “I have a job, Sam, a life that I’ve been shut away from because you guys can’t catch this stupid vampire. And now, you’re only going to shut me up longer while you cross your fingers and twiddle your thumbs!”

Paul knew he should get involved and make an attempt to calm Y/N down or reason with her. But he couldn’t make himself move towards her.

“We’ll protect you,” Sam cut in, “just as we have been.”

Y/N advanced on him. “What, are you going to tell me to be patient and sit around this house while I continue to wait for you guys to save the day?!” Sam opened his mouth, but nothing came out, which is how Paul knew that was exactly what he’d been going to say. Y/N shook her head so violently that a lock of hair fell into her face. “No.” She tucked the lock of hair behind her ear in a movement that somehow made Paul’s chest ache. “No, now it’s my turn.”

“What are you going to do?” Sam asked. “Chase the vampire down yourself?”

The little jab at Y/N’s limp made Paul’s breath catch. He knew that Sam’s frustration wasn’t really aimed at Y/N, he knew that. But his hands still rolled into fists, and it took every bit of his strength to keep from flinging himself at the alpha.

But Y/N didn’t cower or cringe, she only held herself taller. “No, because as you guys have so kindly proved, chasing this vampire doesn’t amount to anything.” Sam’s face soured, and Paul’s shoulders relaxed from their previously murderous stance as a smile fought to break free. Clearly she didn’t need him fighting her battles.

“We need to lure him,” Y/N said.

All the members of the pack looked at each other, and Paul didn’t have to be in his wolf form to pick up on their desperation. “How?” Jared asked.

“Bait,” was Y/N’s response.

Every cell in Paul’s body rebelled as his head filled with the yips of rejection from the wolf. “Absolutely not,” he blurted out, causing everyone in the room to look at him, Y/N included. It was hard to focus when he could see the full scope of the anger simmering in her expression, but he managed. “We’re not putting you in danger.”

“I don’t need your permission, and I certainly don’t need any of your protective wolf bullshit.” Paul couldn’t hold back his flinch. “It’s my life on the line, and I’ve had enough of sitting back and hoping that you guys will do your jobs. I say we’re setting a trap.”

Y/N’s icy words made Paul feel cold all over, but he wasn’t about to back down. “Do you have any idea how painful it is to be sucked dry of all your blood?” he asked her. He intended for it to match her levels of venom, but the question came out softly.

Y/N’s eyes blazed hotter. “I’m no stranger to pain.”

The wolf whimpered. She didn’t deserve pain, nor any other discomfort this world could subject her to. She deserved sunshine. And bouquets of flowers. Gentle kisses and back massages. Bubble baths and–

“Fine then,” Paul managed to say around the wolf’s cascade of thoughts. “Do you have any idea what happens to a wolf when its imprint dies?”

A smile appeared on Y/N’s face, an expression of pure spite. “Well, you’ve wanted to be rid of me since day one, so it seems like a win-win for you.”

All of the sinew in Paul’s body rotted into pain, and he inhaled sharply. He deserved that comment, he knew he did, but it was like Y/N thrust a knife into some deep part of him. Whether that part belonged to him or the wolf, Paul didn’t know.

Not looking the least bit apologetic, Y/N addressed the pack. “The vampire wants my blood. And thankfully for us, I’ve been drawing blood since I started med school.”

Sam raised his eyebrows. “You want to draw some of your blood and use it as a trap?”

Y/N nodded. “Carlisle said it was nearly impossible to resist an imprint’s blood when it’s inside the body. Imagine how irresistible it would be outside of the body.”

Bile burned in Paul’s throat at the idea of any of Y/N’s blood being outside her body.

“It could work,” Leah mused, and Seth elbowed her. “What?” she snapped. “Y/N’s right, our way hasn’t worked. Maybe it’s time for a change of tactic.”

Paul glared at Leah, but she didn’t bat an eye.

“I’m down,” Seth said, looking completely at ease in his position sprawled on the floor. Paul opened his mouth to argue.

“I’m in too.” Jared’s eyes were far away, likely centered around a fair-haired classmate in need of extra protection.

“Sam?” Jacob pushed, and Paul wheeled to look at the alpha.

Sam glanced at his wife, and Paul knew what he was thinking.

If they used Y/N as bait and caught the vampire, Emily would be safe.

Sam rolled his shoulders, preparing for action. “Let’s do it.”

Paul stared around the room at the pack, at his brothers, who’d been gushing about their imprints and telling Paul that he would one day understand. Yet every one of them had thrown Y/N into the way of danger for either a chance at a bloodsucker hunt or their own imprint’s safety.

Paul’s blood boiled, bringing his body temperature even hotter.

He wanted to rip out his pack’s throats.

And what’s worse, he knew it was only his own imprint bond making him feel that way.

This was why.

This whole situation offered more proof than Paul could ever need about the imprinting bond. It always, always did more harm than good.

As Y/N and the pack launched into brainstorming, Paul shrank against the wall, wishing he could be alone.

He wanted nothing to do with this plan.

“What do you mean I have to go to the hospital?!” Paul roared at his alpha. It didn’t matter if the two werewolves were all the way across the room; Paul’s raised voice still made me jump.

He cut me a glance, something urgent simmering in his face, but he turned back to Sam too quickly for me to decipher where the heat was coming from.

Sam didn’t even blink at Paul’s commonplace display of temper. “We need Y/N’s blood, and the supplies necessary for that are at the hospital. Plus, this way Y/N can check out Emily and the baby to make sure they’re okay.”

“So then you go with them,” Paul snarked. “Why is my presence necessary?”

“Because I’m driving Emily home after we check the baby. And because someone needs to protect Y/N while she draws the blood. Because we don’t want her alone in that hospital with Dr. Cullen. Because she’s your imprint and I’m your alpha.” Sam arched an eyebrow. “Do you need more reasons?”

I glanced at Paul, who, noticing my attention, sat down on the armchair, frowning. I rolled my eyes at his petulance. If I could stomach being in the same room with him, he could too.

“Emily, are you almost ready?” Sam called, rubbing his forehead.

“I can’t tie my shoes!” she hollered back from the bedroom.

“Just wear slip-on shoes then!”

“Sam Levi Uley, stop being a jerk and help me tie my shoelaces!”

All the worry on Sam’s face melted away, giving room for a smitten smile. “Coming,” he said, too quietly for Emily to hear.

The sweet tone of his words only made it all the more awkward when he disappeared into the bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room with Paul.

His eyes rested on the wall. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he was internally debating something dull, such as the best technique for brushing one’s teeth. But there was no mistaking the way his fingers gripped the arms of the chair or the way his arm muscles were flexing, allowing a sliver of his tattoo to peek out from his short sleeve.

He hadn’t so much as attempted to start a conversation with me, not about my blood singing to vampires, nor what he’d said after changing my tire. Part of me wondered if he waited because he wanted me to break the silence first.

But I didn’t have anything to say that I could tell Paul.

Like, for instance, how would I ever be able to convince a vampire to bite me but leave enough blood in my body to circulate the venom that would change me? If my blood was irresistible, no vampire, no matter how disciplined, would be able to resist even a drop of my blood. It wouldn’t just be a risk, it would be suicide.

Once again, my quest had become harder and more steps were added to my plan.

Now this vampire had to be dealt with before Paul and I could focus on breaking the bond, and there was a chance of my blood remaining irresistible even after the bond was broken.

The idea of getting that far and still failing was…unthinkable.

I tried to shake off the hopelessness swirling around me like fog. Becoming a vampire was my only hope and had been for months. I wouldn’t stop, not even if it seemed impossible.

I walked into the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water. I’d barely taken a sip when Emily waddled into the kitchen. “I’m driving,” she announced.

“Do you think that’s wise?” Sam asked gingerly. His soft tone didn’t land as intended, for Emily turned to glare at her husband, who seemed to shrink a little.

“I’m with Sam,” I said, drawing Emily’s wrathful gaze. But unlike Sam, I’d dealt with expecting mothers before. “Your movement is limited, and that’s not safe for you, your baby, or anyone riding with you.”

Emily narrowed her eyes, but I could tell by her silence that she saw my point. Out of anyone in La Push, my MD probably had the most sway with her. “I’m not riding with Paul,” she finally said flatly. “He’s a maniac when he drives.”

Paul started grumbling under his breath.

I smiled at Emily, slightly pleased that she’d annoyed him. “You can ride with me.”

“Absolutely not,” Sam interjected. “There needs to be one wolf per car, in case the vampire shows up.” Emily’s obvious exasperation didn’t seem to have the same effect this time around. Sam might’ve been willing to quail on some things, but when it came to vampires and safety, he’d never change his mind, not with the recent news from Carlisle.

Then the whole room seemed to come to a realization at the same time.

If Emily wouldn’t ride with Paul and Sam wouldn’t allow her to ride with me…

I shot a glance at Paul, who glanced at me at the same time. He looked away quickly, but I just narrowed my eyes.

If he didn’t already regret imprinting on me, he would soon.

With his superhuman lungs, one would think Paul’s lung capacity would be upgraded as well.

As it was, holding his breath lasted him less than a minute.

Her smell clung to his skin like humidity, and like humidity, it was causing him to sweat badly enough to need a shower. It was difficult to keep still. His limbs contained all this unnecessary energy, making time seem slower. Any time Emily’s car came into view on the road in front of them, Paul stiffened. The anger at his pack had yet to dissipate, and Sam was the worst of the lot.

Y/N’s eyes never strayed from the road, and her ramrod posture made Paul’s back hurt. Paul didn’t know how it was humanly possible, but she looked even less comfortable than he was.

When they passed the spot where Paul had changed her tire several days ago, Paul shrunk in his seat a little. Should he apologize? Would Y/N not appreciate the reminder of what’d been said? Or would this awkward tension in the air remain as it was until he apologized?

Apologize, the wolf sang. Apologize, apologize, apologize.

Paul ignored the chanting as much as he could. Despite what the pack and the elders might think, Paul owed Y/N the same she owed him: nothing. He tried to take a steadying breath, but the air laced with her smell did nothing for his inner turmoil.

One step at a time, Paul told himself. First, defeat the vampire. Then, break the bond.

A sharp melody sounded, startling Paul, and the phone in Y/N’s cupholder started vibrating.

“Can you look at that?” she asked.

Paul squirmed. “Umm…I’d rather not.”

“Oh for goodness sake,” Y/N said with a roll of her eyes, “ look at the caller ID.”

“You look at it,” Paul shot back.

“What is your problem?” she snapped. “I’m busy driving, just pick up the phone.”

“No.”

“Pick. It. Up.”

“No!”

“Now!”

“NO!”

The ringing stopped, and Y/N’s fingers whitened as her grip on the steering wheel increased. “Great, now I missed a call because you wouldn’t just look at the caller ID.”

Paul crossed his arms. “I didn’t want to snoop.” Surely she could appreciate that.

“It’s not snooping if you have my permission.” A muscle in her jaw rippled, and he strongly suspected she was grinding her teeth, adding to the bite in her voice. “Curiosity is the most natural thing in the world. The human race would’ve died out long ago if they hadn’t been curious.”

Her clipped tone provided the spark for Paul’s short fuse. “I’d hardly call respecting your privacy an action that will annihilate the human race.”

“Why can’t you just do what I ask?” Y/N grouched. “What’s so hard about picking up a phone?”

“Exactly, so pick it up yourself.”

“I’m driving.”

Paul threw his hands in the air. “What’s the big deal? There’s hardly anyone else on the road and it would only take you a few seconds!”

“A few seconds is all it takes to get in an accident!” Y/N burst out. Her chest heaved, her body trying to keep up with the rush of blood towards her reddening face.

Paul stared at the angry splotches on her cheeks. Why had she spoken like that? Like it was a confession born of unspeakable events? Admitting to being an uptight driver wasn’t some dark and terrible secret.

Y/N shifted her left leg, and with that small action, it clicked.

“You were in an accident.” Paul shifted so he was facing her. “That’s how you injured your leg.” And that was why she was so militant with seatbelts and not texting while driving.

Y/N grit her teeth, but she repositioned her left leg again.

“How long ago?” Paul asked before he could stop himself.

“Mind your own business,” was the cutting reply.

But while her hostility was usually effective in ending any more questions, it couldn’t stop Paul’s curiosity this time. “How bad was the accident?”

“I said–”

“What kind of injury was it? Did you have surgery? Did you break a bone?”

“–mind your own business!”

Paul studied her. He’d freely admit to anyone that he didn’t know his imprint that well, but if the accident was insignificant, Y/N would’ve admitted it, simply to correct him. The only reason she’d be cagey was if it truly was a horrifying event.

She wasn’t angry.

She was afraid.

His stomach sank.

He’d assumed that Y/N’s cynicism and rigidity had been attitudes gained after a lifelong struggle. But if it was an accident, it could’ve happened recently. Was that why she’d dropped everything and moved across the country? Was she struggling to cope? Jared’s words came back to him. Right now, she doesn’t have anybody but us. How alone was she? And how alone had she been when she’d been in that accident?

The ringtone started up again, interrupting Paul’s whizzing thoughts.

Y/N didn’t say anything. Apparently, her tight lips outweighed her sharp tongue.

Paul reached for the phone. “It says dad.”

If Y/N was grateful to him for finally telling her who it was, she didn’t show it. “Just let it ring. I’ll call him later.”

“Okay.” Paul gingerly set her phone back into the car cup holder.

Y/N didn’t say anything, clearly preferring silence. But Paul’s mind was racing too much to call the atmosphere ‘silent’.

Leading Sam, Emily, and Paul through the Emergency Room entrance was mortifying.

Even at eight months pregnant, Emily was still walking faster than I was. Apparently carrying a baby the size of a coconut still didn’t compare to my limp. The back of my neck felt hot, as if all the staring somehow kept raising my body temperature.

All four of us squeezed into an exam room that was clearly not intended to fit a pregnant woman, her doctor, and two overly protective werewolves.

As soon as Emily got onto the exam table, I pulled over the ultrasound machine, accidentally clipping Paul’s foot with its wheels. “Ouch,” he grumbled. I ignored him, focusing on the Ecovue gel bottle.

“Might be a little cold,” I warned her.

Emily didn’t flinch, her eyes focused on the ultrasound screen that wasn’t displaying anything yet.

When I pressed the ultrasound wand to her stomach, Sam shuffled closer, capturing her hand and lacing it with his. A tiny heartbeat emitted from the monitor, and I glanced up at the virile alpha to see his eyes glistening. Emily smiled widely, squeezing her husband’s hand. “That’s our baby.”

“Hello, baby,” Sam said quietly.

I studied the pair. It wasn’t unusual for ultrasounds to be emotional events, but why was Sam behaving as if–

“I’m sorry,” Sam mumbled, looking down at his wife with guilt deeply etched into his expression. “We haven’t even discussed names.”

Emily reached up a hand to cup his face. “It’s okay. You’re out there saving the world.”

Oh.

Sam hadn’t been to an ultrasound yet.

Feeling awkward, I glanced over at Paul.

Paul was looking anywhere but at Emily’s belly or the monitor. His eyes skimmed the cabinets around us, the art intended to be comforting, and even the jars of alcohol pads and tongue depressors. If it wasn’t somewhat inappropriate to laugh during such a sweet moment between a husband and wife, I would’ve.

I froze the screen before withdrawing the wand and cleaning it up. “Your due date’s in a month.”

Emily tore her eyes away from Sam. “There’s a midwife in La Push that agreed to work with me.” Clearly she remembered what I’d told her at the last ultrasound.

“You’re having the baby at home then?”

“Yes,” Emily said, sounding extremely confident while Sam looked anything but.

“Honey, are you sure that’s wise?” Sam glanced at the frozen screen. “What if something goes wrong?”

“That’s what the midwife is there for.”

“Still, I’d feel better if we came here.”

Sensing an argument brewing, I got to my feet, wiping away the gel on Emily’s stomach. “I might very well still be sleeping on your couch when you go into labor, so if it makes you feel more confident, I can be there for the birth.”

Sam eyed me, and I knew what he wanted to ask.

“I’m an MD. I’m only a month short of having completed an obstetrics residency. Between the midwife and I, your wife will be just fine.”

Emily clapped her hands. “Perfect. There’s the plan.” She tried to sit up, and Sam immediately helped her before she could fall back again. “Now I’d like to go home.” She awkwardly slid off the exam table before making her way to the door.

I busied myself with resetting the ultrasound machine.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam follow Emily, stopping in front of Paul.

“You’ve got her?” he asked quietly. Was that remorse on the alpha’s face?

“Yeah.” Paul’s equally soft response spoke of dark promises.

The exam door opened and closed before I realized which ‘her’ they were talking about. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I decided to say nothing as I led Paul out of the ER.

I expected him to trail somewhere behind me or in front of me, but instead, he kept time with my labored pace. Somehow, that annoyed me more than if he’d gone ahead or behind me.

He reached the elevator before I did, but instead of pushing the button, he shoved his hands in his pockets. I sent him a suspicious look.

What was with the sudden gentleman act?

I pushed the button, and the doors dinged as they opened. Paul and I walked inside, and I selected the button for the second floor.

“Hold the door!”

Paul stuck his hand through the rapidly disappearing entrance, and the doors slid open, revealing none other than Carlisle Cullen.

He came to an abrupt stop. If vampires had any blood in their body, all of Carlisle’s would’ve drained from his face just then. Was this reaction due to seeing me?

Then the lift started to shake, creaking and groaning.

I turned to ask Paul if Forks often got earthquakes when I saw that his whole body was convulsing, and he was staring daggers at the doctor.

Carlisle fell back a step. “I’ll take the next one.”

Paul’s glare didn’t lessen, even as the doors closed, shielding the vampire from view. The floor of the elevator continued to tremble underneath my feet.

“Paul?” I asked warily.

The shuddering didn’t cease.

“Paul?!”

His eyes remained on the elevator doors. Was he having some sort of seizure? I set a hand on Paul’s shoulder, shaking him to get his attention. “Paul!”

Paul blinked, trance seemingly broken. Then his attention shifted to my hand, still resting on his shoulder.

I withdrew it. “What was that?”

“The wolf,” Paul grumbled, his hands reaching up to fiddle with his stubby braid. “Neither of us are very happy with that bloodsucker right now.”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I led Paul to my office. “Wait here,” I told him before limping to the nearest med supply closet.

Paul, of course, didn’t comply.

I rolled my eyes. “I told you–”

“I can’t protect you if I’m not with you.” Paul folded his arms imposingly for emphasis, and I tried to ignore the muscle bulging off his arms.

“You’re not authorized to be in the supply closet.”

Paul shrugged. “Neither is the vampire. I doubt authorization matters much to him.”

My fingers itched to push him back to my office. With great effort, I continued towards the closet. The faster the blood was drawn, the sooner we could leave and the sooner we didn’t have to be around each other.

Alcohol wipes.

Medical tape.

Gloves.

I quickly realized I wouldn’t be able to carry all the supplies I needed with one arm. Without looking away from the labeled bins, I handed the box of gloves to him, half expecting to hear it thudding against the floor. But no such noise sounded. I handed the alcohol wipes to him, and he took them without comment.

Tourniquet.

Gauze.

Empty blood bags.

“Two?” Paul blurted out.

I quirked an eyebrow. “What?”

Paul shifted, and the box of gloves fell out of his grip. He tried to catch it, but failed. We both crouched at the same time, our hands brushing as we reached for the box. I expected him to jerk his hand away like he always did upon physical contact with me, but he didn’t. He picked up the box like nothing had happened.

Well, not nothing.

There was a peculiar and unsettling contusion in his face. He looked…concerned?

I made to brush past him, but he sidled into my path with such severity, it nearly made me lose my balance. “Two bags seems like a lot.”

“Paul–”

“How much of your blood is two bags?”

“It’s not a big deal.” I tried to walk around, but Paul planted himself directly in front of the door.

“How much?” Paul pressed.

“It’s two pints of blood.” I made another attempt to leave, but Paul threw a hand into my path, somehow balancing all the supplies in one arm.

“How many pints of blood do you have total?”

“About ten.”

Paul’s jaw went slack. “You want to draw a fifth of the blood in your whole body?”

“The more blood used for the trap, “ I explained as patiently as I could muster, “the more likely it’s going to work.”

Paul was shaking his head long before I finished speaking. “Absolutely not. Losing that much blood is not good for you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, have you been to med school? If you had, you would know that blood loss is traumatic at 30 to 40%. Clearly I’m not planning on getting to that point.” Paul didn’t budge, and my patience frayed. “Oh for the love of–what do you want from me?” I nearly shouted at him.

“I want you to stick to one bag.”

I folded my arms. “Not your decision to make.”

Paul opened his arms, all the materials crumbling to the floor as he set his hands on his hips. “If you try to do more than one, cinnamon sugar, I’ll haul you over my shoulder and carry you out of here. So please just stick with one.”

“You’re threatening me?”

“I said ‘please’.”

I rolled my eyes. “So you’re nicely threatening me?” His only response was to smile proudly. My frustration reared its head, and I quickly tamed it. “Look, we should get started. We can argue about the number of bags later.”

Paul was already shaking his head. “Oh, no, no, no, no, you don’t get to dodge this–”

“The longer we stand here, not getting any of my blood,” I said with as much composure as possible when talking to a headstrong werewolf, “the longer we stay here, away from the pack and exposed to danger.”

After a moment, Paul nodded and bent down to regather the supplies.

As we walked back to my office, I realized it hadn’t even occurred to me to lie to Paul. If I’d said it was 20 or even 10%, we wouldn’t have had to compromise. So why hadn’t I just said that?

I shoved the question away with all my might. It was time to focus.

I prepared all the supplies for the blood draw, and Paul stood, his hands in his pockets as he glanced around at my office. “I need your help,” I told Paul. He stayed where he was, warily watching me. “I can’t wrap a tourniquet around my own arm.”

“I…” Paul scrunched his nose. “I don’t know how.”

I opened my mouth to say something snarky, but then he glanced around the office again. The airs of arrogance that normally pooled around him had gone.

He’s embarrassed, I realized with no small amount of shock. I wanted to laugh at the idea of this massive, arrogant man being embarrassed about anything whatsoever.

A small part of me whispered that if I wanted to make him feel the way I felt by the side of that road, I had an opening. I could bring him to his knees.

But for some reason, I couldn’t make myself do it.

What was happening to me? Was I losing my edge?

It was Sam and Emily’s fault for being so loving and adoring to each other, it’d softened me up.

“I’ll show you what to do,” I said, my aggravation bleeding through.

Paul reluctantly came closer. His warm fingers brushed my upper arm as he followed my instructions, tying the tourniquet in the exact place it was supposed to be. “What’s the tourniquet got to do with drawing blood?” he asked.

“It dilates the veins, making them easier to access.” I pressed the tip of my middle finger to the inside of my arm, trying to locate my antecubital fossa.

One of the most random things I’d learned in my medical career is how bouncy veins were to the touch, especially when a tourniquet was on. Veins were thinner, had lower blood pressure, and held more blood than arteries. Veins were also closer to the surface of the skin.

I finally located the vein and lifted up the needle.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re going to stick a needle in yourself?” Paul looked rather green all of the sudden. “That needle looks big, why does it look so big?”

“I didn’t think you’d be so squeamish,” I replied. My arm was starting to tingle a little bit, letting me know the tourniquet had already been on for quite a while.

Paul stiffened. “I’m not squeamish.”

“Then get back over here and help me.”

“Help you?” Paul’s shrill voice filled the office. “Help you with what?”

“I need you to hold the skin tight so the vein doesn’t roll as I try to get it with the needle.”

Paul took a nervous step back, his arms posed in front of his body like he was in a boxing ring. “Why can’t Dr. Cullen do it?”

“Oh, now you trust him?” I scoffed. Why would Paul suddenly swivel to the opposite side of the emotional spectrum when it came to the doctor?

“No, I don’t trust him,” Paul declared. “It’s just that…he’s probably more qualified to do this than I am.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you exactly what to do.” When Paul didn’t move, I tried to adapt a more comforting tone. “Look, all you have to do is hold the skin tight. You don’t have to watch me stick the needle in or anything. It’ll be easy.”

“Easy?” Paul repeated sarcastically. “Nothing about sticking a needle in your body should be easy.”

The tingling in my arm increased. “Will you just sit down and help?” I swallowed hard, annoyed with having to beg, but having no other choice. “Please?”

Paul slowly lumbered over to the other chair and lowered himself into it. It took a great deal of instruction, but eventually, Paul correctly held the skin taut as I held the needle, hovering just above the vein.

“One,” I said softly to myself, making sure my grip on the needle was relaxed, but firm. “Two.” I took a deep breath, looking up to see Paul’s face turned far away from my arm. “Three!”

The needle went in painlessly enough, but there was no blood flow. “Crap,” I muttered.

Paul shifted slightly. “What?”

“I missed it.”

“Missed what?”

“The vein.”

Paul’s head whipped around with so much force, the motion probably could’ve powered the hospital. “What?!” His eyes fell upon the needle in my arm. “Oh my gosh.” He clamped a hand over his face, blocking his vision.

“I need you to hold the needle for me.”

Paul’s hand flew away from his eyes, and he blinked at me. “Oh, hell no.”

“Either you hold it or I just let it go, and I’m sure I don’t have to explain how dangerous it is to just leave the needle half in, half out of my body.” Paul gulped as I guided his hand to the needle, my fingers showing him how to hold it properly. As soon as I let go, Paul muttered something in a different language, staring at the wall behind my head.

“Give me…a second.” I felt around the needle with my free fingers, scouting out the skin for the familiar buoyant feel indicative of a vein.

“Just tell me when it’s over,” Paul said, shutting his eyes.

Again, the urge to laugh nearly overwhelmed me. I paused in my search, looking at his face. It occurred to me that I hadn’t really actually ever studied his face. Hot was too crude a word, and handsome was too virtuous of one. He truly lay somewhere in between, forever resting in an area as gray as his fur. If I leaned forward, I’d be close enough to kiss him.

That observation shook me out of my reverie, and I refocused, finding the vein and taking the needle from Paul to redirect it towards the vein. My effort was rewarded as blood started flowing through the tube and into the first bag.

“I’m done,” I told Paul as I ripped a piece of medical tape with my teeth and secured the needle.

Paul opened his eyes, took one look at the needle in my arm, and closed his eyes again.

I couldn’t stop my laugh. “If I’d known that shoving a needle into my arm was the way to shut you up, I would’ve done it ages ago.”

“Okay, calm down there, sugar.”

“Why do you call me that?” The question was out before I realized curiosity was the thing fluttering in my chest.

Paul cracked his eyes open, his attention centering on my face instead of my arm. “No reason.” His tone was breezy enough, but a faint blush started on his cheeks, magnifying my interest.

“Oh, there’s definitely a reason. And since I’m the one with a needle in my arm, I think I deserve to know.”

“Hey look, the bag’s a quarter full already,” Paul said in a poor attempt to distract me.

I checked to make sure the tape was still secure. “You’ll have to get the next bag ready.”

Paul’s head jerked up. “We’re not doing another bag.”

“It’s–”

“It’s your blood, and you have a medical degree, and you’re stubborn, but that’s still not enough to convince me,” Paul replied. “I’ll yank that needle out if I have to.” He reached out, like he was preparing to take it out right then.

I sat back in my chair, feeling slightly woozy. “You could do that, but you could do it improperly and give me a hematoma. Or even cause me to lose more blood.”

Paul froze. “I could hurt you?”

For all my knowledge, I couldn’t quite discern the meaning of his tone. Was he concerned again? Or was he still feeling squeamish?

And why did I care?

“Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal.” Intrigue shone in Paul’s eyes as he gestured for me to go on. “We’ll stop at one bag if you tell me why you call me ‘cinnamon sugar’.”

Paul sat back in his chair, folding his arms. “This is extortion.”

“What can I say?” I said with a casual shrug. “I get what I want.”

“Do you?” Paul mused.

“Yes.”

“Everything?”

“Yes.”

“Always?”

I hesitated for a moment. “Yes.”

Paul scratched his chin thoughtfully. “No deal.”

I blinked. “No deal? Why not?”

“Well, you did say you always get everything you want.”

“So now you’re trying to spite me by withholding information?”

“Possibly.” Paul leaned closer to me, a smirk toying with his lips. “Or maybe I just want to see what lengths you’ll go to in order to get the answer.”

Something in my chest danced, curiously rising to skim the surface of his brown eyes. “You just love making things difficult.”

Paul scoffed. “That’s all you, sugar.” He reached out to fiddle with the blood bag. “That’s…” He looked two seconds from hurling. “That’s a lot of blood.”

“We should get ready to hook up the second bag.”

Paul made a noise of disbelief. “We’ve gone over this. We’re not doing a second bag.”

“Unless you want to ‘fess up, yes, we are.” I reached over to my desk where the second bag lay, intending to prepare it, but Paul snatched it up.

“No, we’re not.”

I made another pass at the bag, but my reaction time was so sluggish, Paul easily lifted the bag above his head before I got anywhere near it. Not one to be outdone, I stood up, stretching out my hand for the bag.

I’d underestimated the effect of blood loss.

I swayed, my center of balance shifting over to my left side, and my bad knee buckled. I nearly lurched forward, only just leaning back to allow myself to fall back into my chair instead of forward onto the floor.

My heart thundered in my chest, and I knew I couldn’t blame it on having less blood to pump through my body.

Falling.

I’d done it often when my knee first sustained its injury. After the accident and surgery, I’d spent hours doing physical therapy, doing everything I possibly could to restrengthen the muscles around my knee. Unfortunately, knee injuries involved muscles, bones, and ligaments. The complexity of the joint fed into the complexity of injuries to that joint.

The bleakness of my prognosis wasn’t something to face, it was something to avoid. Transitioning to a vampire was the only way to fully avoid it.

“We’re doing two bags,” I said stubbornly. “This trap has to work.”

Paul kneeled down, setting the blood bag on the floor. “Stop at one bag.”

“No.” I shook my head and regretted it as my world spun. “We need two.”

Paul got to his feet, resting a hand on each armrest of my chair, trapping me into it. He opened his mouth to speak and shut it again, eyes dropping to the blood bag. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Counteroffer. We do two bags, and you tell me about your accident.”

My heart tripped, falling headfirst into a hasty pace.

Brown eyes dipped to my chest all the sudden, and I remembered the comment Paul’d made about being able to hear my heartbeat.

I didn’t want to give him answers.

Couldn’t give him answers.

“No deal.” I pushed at his shoulders, shoving him away from me.

Paul stepped back, folding his arms. “Since I know you’re used to winning, I’m not sure you know what happens when two people reach an impasse.” I opened my mouth, and Paul held up a finger. “They compromise.”

“Compromise?” I laughed.

Paul didn’t. “Compromise. It’s the basis of every relationship.”

“You’re just saying that because you want me to agree. If I say honesty is at the basis of every relationship, would you tell me why you call me ‘cinnamon sugar’?”

Paul sighed, rubbing his forehead. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Do I strike you as someone who lets things go?” He paused, slowly raising his head to look at me, a sudden sadness in his eyes. I shot him a confused look. “What’s your problem?”

“I’m sorry.”

I sat back in my chair, hardly believing my ears. Did he just…? “What are you apologizing for?”

“For what I said by the side of the road.”

His words rebounded again, as unbidden as every other time they’d replayed in my head.

Wanting to be rid of you has nothing to do with that, and everything to do with you!

My worst fear, that something really was wrong with me, confirmed by my ‘soulmate’ himself.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Paul wrinkled his nose. “It does. I don’t have a problem with your…” He gestured towards my knee brace.

Discomfort rustled its wings. “Like I said, it doesn’t–”

“Yes, it does,” Paul said firmly. “I was frustrated, and I said things I didn't mean.”

“I don’t really–”

“I think you’re a very capable person.”

As compliments always did, his words made me want to cringe, to retract my turtle head back into my turtle shell and avoid uncomfortable things until they were long gone. “Can we drop this?” I asked, fiddling with the needle so I didn’t have to look at Paul.

But Paul was on a roll. “I mean, you can’t change a tire, but I can’t stick a needle in someone to get blood and whatever else you doctors do, so it all works out.”

Warmth blossomed in my cheeks like a mellow fever. “It’s not a big deal.”

“And I know I said I wanted to be rid of you, but it’s the imprint bond I don’t like.” My desk creaked as Paul sat precariously on its edge. “I could’ve imprinted on anybody else, and it wouldn’t’ve made a difference.”

I abandoned the needle, looking up at Paul.

“I mean it,” he said, correctly decoding my expression.

“Whatever,” I muttered. I started to cross my legs, but my good knee bonked against the metal of my brace, so I gave up.

“Am I forgiven?”

“Paul–” I began to say, more than ready to move on to anything else.

“Am I forgiven?” he said louder.

“Yes, you’re forgiven!” I snapped, focusing on the irritation at his persistence instead of whatever other feelings were rising in my stomach. “Now will you just attach the second bag?” Paul raised an eyebrow, and I rolled my eyes. Really, I couldn’t blame him for his skepticism, but did he have to be so thorough in his doubt? “I’m not going to do a full bag, I’ll only do half.”

Paul cocked his head. “Compromising, are we?”

“Annoying, are we?” I parroted back.

No reply came. Paul’s eyes narrowed, traveling over my face with a sort of hypervigilance. I suddenly felt sorry for the creatures in biology that I’d studied under a microscope. Is this what it felt like to be measured and weighed? To have one’s behavior scrutinized and written about in a scientific report?

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Looking.”

“Stop it.”

The corner of Paul’s mouth turned up. “Is it illegal to look?”

“It should be,” I grumbled. “Especially when you should be hooking up the second bag.”

Paul didn’t move, still inattentive to my words in favor of inspecting my face. Had he gone deaf? What could possibly have him paying such close attention, and with such a dreamy look in his eyes?

“You’re still doing it.”

With a start, Paul finally got up, picking up the second bag and crouching to tie off the first one. “Sorry,” he grunted. “The wolf had things to say.”

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