#eclipse imagine

Her heart hammered against her chest as (Y/N) took steadying breaths. It was simply prom, she kept repeating. It's Paul on the other side of the door, she reminded herself. There was no need to be nervous. There were no expectations, no grievances, no fights to fights. She was simply a normal girl going to her boyfriend's senior prom.  

“Take a breath, (Y/N),” she whispered to herself. “It's all okay.”  

Looking in the mirror once more, the girl smiled. Her hand gripped the doorknob, the coldness of the metal sending a shiver through her body. But before she could turn it, the handle gave way on its own, and the door swung open, startling her backward before it could hit her.  

“Oh, sorry,” Paul scrambled before he could see her. “I just couldn't wait any longer and...”  

Anything he wanted to say after died in his throat as his eyes finally landed on (Y/N). He found himself stuck in place, truly in awe of her beauty. His hands shook and his breath became uneven, but for the first time in a long time, it wasn't out of anger. “You look...,” he said softly, taking her hands in his gently, as though she would break. “You look absolutely gorgeous, (Y/N). You... wow. Just wow.”  

“Well, you clean up nicely yourself,” (Y/N) smiled as she took Paul's extended hand. He was in a tailored black suit and red tie. The outfit was simple, not that anyone would expect the hot-headed wolf to be much into fashion. But he’d adorned the tie with a silver wolf head pin, which felt cold under the girl's finger. She traced the figure with a smile, feeling moved by the tiny nod to his pack. “You look very handsome, Paul.”  

“I do, don't I?” he jokingly boasted. “And I can't wait to show up with the hottest date on my arm.”  

“I'd like to think you're not with me just for my looks.”  

“I guess not just your looks,” he teased. His laughter was loud as he easily dodged (Y/N)'s playful slap on the arm. He took the moment to pull her closer, softly kissing her crimson-painted lips. “You know I fell for you long before I even saw your face.” 

“You’re cheesy today,” she chuckled, melting into his gentle embrace. 

“Days like these bring it out of me.” 

“Prom, you mean?” (Y/N) laughed. “The same prom you didn’t care about weeks ago?”  

Paul joined her in her laughter, hugging her closely as though she were a figment of his imagination. “Days when it's just you and me,” he whispered. “We haven't been able to see each other as much since we've doubled patrols. I've missed you.”  

“We talk every day,” she smiled. “And even if Victoria wasn't around, we would still have finals.” 

“Who cares about that?”  

“School's important, Paul,” (Y/N) scolded him playfully. “Just because you're graduating, doesn't mean the work stops there.”  

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” the boy scoffed jokingly. “Let's just get through prom first, huh? I'm sure Jared and Kim want to go already.”  

“Fine, let's go.”  

Hand in hand, the young couple walked toward the living room. There, Sam and Emily stood like proud parents, smiling proudly at the couples in front of them. Kim was dressed in a lilac dress with flowers outlined by a darker purple, while Jared put on a gray suit with a lilac tie. They were focused on each other, fiddling with the corsage and boutonniere they had gotten each other, as Embry helped take pictures of them.  

“Well, look at you two,” Sam announced as Paul and (Y/N) joined them. “You guys look great.”  

“Thank you, Sam,” the girl said, feeling heat rising on the back of her neck. “It's all thanks to Emily, really. I wouldn't have been able to do this on my own.”  

“I didn't have to do much,” Emily chuckled. “I already had a perfect canvas to begin with.”  

“Hey, you two, stop hitting on my girlfriend,” Paul pouted as the couple laughed. He moved toward the kitchen, where he had a box with flowers, before pulling (Y/N) away to place the corsage of white roses on her wrist. “I went with Emily to get them. I thought they would match the best.”  

“It's beautiful,” (Y/N) smiled while pinning the flower onto the lapel of his suit. “You made the perfect choice.”  

“I did, didn't I?” Paul said, his eyes focused solely on the girl in front of him.  

The flashes of a camera were not enough to break his gaze. To him, there was truly no one else in that room. Not when (Y/N) was the best view he could have. He focused on the way the tip of her tongue stuck out of her mouth as she maneuvered with the pin, memorizing the furrow of her eyebrows while she concentrated. Those were the moments that seemed to stick in his head. Every fight, every argument, every ounce of anger he'd ever had dissipated the moment he was able to simply be with her. He even feared the chance of doing everything all over again. How could he be sure his decisions would lead him back to that very second?  

“Man, you guys look straight out of a magazine,” Jared boasted, breaking the couple out of their bubble. “You trying to dethrone us as the best couple at the dance?”  

“Oh, please, there's enough room for all of us at the top,” Kim chuckled at her boyfriend before turning to the other girl. “It's nice to finally meet you, (Y/N). You look beautiful.”  

“Thank you. You look amazing as well,” (Y/N) responded, feeling nervous as she shook Kim's hand—that came with the territory of being a Swan. Meeting new people was always hard for her, even if she was the best at it in her family. 

“Well, get together, guys,” Emily called. “It's time for the barrage of pictures.”  

Twenty minutes later, and the kids felt their faces were gonna remain stiff for the rest of their lives from smiling. If it wasn't Emily, it would be Embry taking pictures, and if it wasn't him, then it would be Bella. The two couples never knew where to look. All they could do was smile and hope it was all over soon.  

Once they were satisfied with the amount of pictures taken, Bella, Emilly, and Sam saw the kids off. They followed them to their cars, showering them with phrases reserved for their parents. While the alpha and his fiancée made sure Jared and Kim were good to go, Bella was stuck to Paul's window like glue.  

“Make sure you take care of her,” she scolded. “I know how these things go, okay? No alcohol, staying out too late, and no funny business.”  

Paul's face grew bright red as he kept his stare firmly on the steering wheel, nodding at everything Bella said while (Y/N) tried her best to stifle her laughter. “Of course,” he coughed out. “I already spoke to Mr. Swan, and he agreed to a one in the morning curfew. I promise nothing will happen to (Y/N) while she is with me.”  

“I'll hold you to that, Paul.”  

“Leave him alone, Bells,” (Y/N) chuckled. “We'll be fine.”  

“Just be thankful it's me and not dad with his shotgun talking to you,” the older Swan grinned. “Not that I would hesitate to get it if anything does happen.”  

“Bella!” (Y/N) exclaimed as Paul choked. “Leave him alone already!”  

“Fine,” the girl laughed, finally taking a step back from the truck. “Just be careful, you two.”  

“We will, mom,” the younger girl teased. “You take care of my baby, though. I don't wanna see any dents on my van when I get back.   

“And here I was thinking you were talking about Paul.”  

“He can take care of himself,” (Y/N) smiled, swallowing a laugh when he flinched as she threaded her fingers through his. “Just be careful getting home.”  

“Yeah, you too,” she said. “Have fun.”  

It wasn't until Bella disappeared from the rearview mirror that Paul let out the breath he was holding. (Y/N) couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled in her throat, watching as the boy beside her finally calmed and allowed himself to relax. “You know,” the girl snickered, “Bella’s not that scary.” 

“She’s a direct connection to your dad,” he said. “She’s terrifying.” 

“Oh, you mean Mr. Swan?” she laughed. “It’s hilarious to see you scrambling like that.”  

“I’m glad my pain is hilarious to you,” Paul pouted. “At least you’re happy.” 

“I am,” she grinned before placing a kiss on the back of his hand.  

The ride to the school wasn’t long. And before she knew it, (Y/N) and Paul were joining Kim and Jared at the entrance of the school. Kids streamed inside, filling the air with loud chatter and happiness. Everyone was excited. Senior students could feel freedom from high school breathing down their necks, so close they could taste it. Much like in Forks, she could feel their carefree spirit and the thrill of anticipation vibrating in the air.  

But the more people they passed, the more self-conscious (Y/N) became. Kim and Jared walked inside, continuing the flow of the other students. Yet, as Paul went to follow, the girl’s grip on his hand stopped him. She was frozen in place, her stare a million miles away. Growing tears made her eyes shimmer under the lights, her lower lip trembling as though fear was taking over her.  

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Paul cooed, cradling her cheeks tenderly. “Why are you crying?”  

The girl reached for her back, tracing the scars she could reach. For the first time since she had tried on the dress, she realized just how exposed her back was. The realization was overwhelming, and it had slapped her across the face far too late. “What are they gonna think?” she whispered sheepishly. “Most of the marks are gone, but the scars that stayed…” 

“Who cares what they think, pretty girl?” he said, with a smile so gentle it melted her worries away. “I can already tell you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. And if anyone says anything about the scars, then I'll give them a few of their own. Don’t let that ruin your night, (Y/N).” 

“Paul...”  

“What?” the boy grinned teasingly. “I've been itching for a fight. But I promise I'll use human strength.”  

“Yeah, I'd be more worried about you turning into a massive canine in the middle of the school gym,” she chuckled, finally feeling her spirits lifting. “Don't think Sam will let you out of the house again if something happens.”  

“Fine, I won't fight,” Paul smiled, wiping away the stray tear that dared to fall. “But if you feel too uncomfortable, I can give you my jacket. Or we can just go. It's not like any of them deserve to see you, regardless.”  

“Alright then,” (Y/N) beamed. “Let's go inside.”  

An hour in, and all worries were gone out the window. No one asked about the scars on her back. Instead, Paul's friends hounded him for abandoning them. They asked (Y/N) how she could stand someone with such a sour attitude and teased him about how she could have done so much better. Their comments had made her laugh, especially seeing the way Paul tried to keep his nonchalant persona even though she knew how much it bothered him. His friends made her feel welcome in a place she definitely stood out—not only was she the only person who didn't go to the school, she was the only one who didn't even live on the rez. They made her feel comfortable. She felt happy. Whatever was waiting for them tomorrow could wait. She could allow herself to enjoy the moment.  

At first, a couple of Paul's friends asked her to join them on the dance floor. The music was loud and energetic, and the boy wasn't really the type to drop some moves. When she'd agreed, they laughed at Paul's huff of annoyance, pointing out every few seconds that his eyes had not left them for a moment. From their table, he watched cautiously, making sure no one made a move (Y/N) wouldn't be comfortable with. Even when Jared walked over to talk to him, his gaze never broke.  

It wasn't until Kai helped keep her steady after an unfortunate slip that Paul finally joined them. His glare was threatening, his chest heaving slightly as his nose flared. But unlike his usual explosiveness, he was in control of himself. He allowed his friend to help, thanking him with a clenched jaw, before taking (Y/N) into his arms. They teased him subsequently, saying he was whipped and overdramatic. And he let them. All he cared about was that she was okay.  

As though it had been planned, the next song that played was a slow song. A lot of the teens on the floor used the moment to rest, allowing the couples a moment with each other. With shaky hands, Paul took hold of (Y/N)'s waist, pulling her as close as he could. They had been together for months, but he felt that moment was the most intimate they shared.  

With a smile, (Y/N) crossed her arms around Paul's chest, closing the distance he'd left between them. His heart beat loudly against his chest, drowning the music they swayed to. There were words bubbling in his throat, but he was too afraid to say them. They had been clawing at his vocal cords for months, looking for a way out. Yet, fear drowned them, forcing them to remain a thought in his head rather than a statement he said out loud. The words were powerful, too important to ever be taken back. Paul had seen how much pain three words could cause. He was the aftermath of what happened when those words lost their weight. He'd lived firsthand what happened when those words were said but not meant.  

He was scared of saying them. Of saying them and having (Y/N) regret them. He was terrified of what could happen if he said them and she didn't say them back. Even worse if he said them and one day she didn't feel the same.  

“Hey, what's wrong?” His focus snapped back to her, her smile calming the storm that was brewing inside him. He leaned into the hand she rested on his cheek, smiling back at her. “Where did you go?”  

“I'm right here,” he whispered, placing a kiss on her hand. “I was just thinking.”  

“What? Thinking about your other girlfriends?”  

“Don't say that,” he mumbled. “Don't even think it.”  

“I'm just joking,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I know you wouldn't do that.”  

“Yeah, I was thinking of something else.”  

“Well, you know,” she grinned, “so was I.”  

“Yeah?” Paul asked. “What's that?”  

The hand she'd placed on his cheek moved to his chin, pulling his head down. “I was thinking,” she whispered in his ear, “about how much I love you.”  

“W-what?”  

“I love you, Paul Lahote.” 

The boy felt his heart stop in that moment. He wanted to commit to memory the scene before him. The way the lights glimmered against (Y/N)'s skin, the bright smile on her face, and the glimmer in her eyes. He never wanted to forget that moment.  

“Did you hear me?” she asked after his moment of silence. “I said...”  

Her words died in her mouth as Paul crashed his lips onto hers. He kissed her like it was the first time he'd ever tasted her, pulling her as close as he possibly could. The boy didn't care about the hollers from his friends or the stares from people around them. All he could focus on was (Y/N) and the words she had stolen right out of his own mouth.  

She was braver than him in that sense. For some time, she had stopped being afraid of the big feelings. (Y/N) understood their power, and she had lived through their destruction, but she had stopped being afraid. "Hey,” she broke the kiss, breathless and chuckling, “you haven't said it back. I guess I'll just go then.”  

(Y/N) turned to leave, a big smile tugging at her lips. Paul was quick to grab her wrist and pull her back to him, placing another kiss on her lips. “I love you,” he said, accentuating every word with a kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”  

She laughed as he raised her off the ground and spun her around, forcing her arms to wrap tightly around his neck. That was what (Y/N) had been waiting for. A night full of normal. A moment she could share with Paul that didn't stink of vampires, werewolves, or stupid vendettas. Just two kids falling in love, uncertain of what the future could bring but focused on the present. 

“I can't believe you beat me to it,” Paul chuckled. “It's like you read my mind when you said it.”  

“Is that what you were thinking about?” she smiled. “You know, you don't have to be scared of saying how you feel—not anymore.”  

“I'll get better at that,” he said. “One day, at least.”  

“Tonight's a start, then,” (Y/N) assured before pecking his lips. “Just promise you'll never stop saying you love me.” 

“The day I stop is the day I die,” he muttered. “I love you, (Y/N). And I always will.”  

Before she could say anything, a loud crash brought everyone to a halt. Everyone turned toward the sound, but it was clear it had come from outside. Paul pulled (Y/N) in, his nose picking up on something no one else would be able to. “Leech,” he whispered. When his eyes met Jared, he confirmed the boy's suspicions. Someone had crossed the border, and it most likely was Victoria. 

Suddenly, the doors to the gym swung open, and Jacob ran in, heading directly to where Paul and Jared stood with their dates. “We need reinforcements,” he said, slightly out of breath. “We lost her as we were reaching the school, and we're almost certain she's inside.”  

“Victoria's h-here right now?” (Y/N) stammered. “H-how?”  

“Seth and Leah are still too new, and their stamina is not as strong,” he said. “You need to get (Y/N) out of here, now.” 

As much as he wanted to argue, Paul knew it wasn't the time to fight with Jacob. He was doing the right thing for once, and his priority had to be (Y/N)'s safety. When the music started again and the students turned their attention to anything else, he led the younger Swan out of the gym. At least they'd had three hours of being normal that night.  

The hallway felt cold as they walked out, and (Y/N) clung to Paul like a life raft. Her veins had frozen, and her limbs shivered under the weight of her fear. She had let her guard down. She believed she was allowed at least one night to simply be, but she had to have known life never worked out in that way. Victoria wanted her dead, and she had to believe the vampire would be anywhere she went.  

As they walked, a sudden breeze blew past them, making Paul hold the girl even tighter against him. “She's here,” he said through gritted teeth. “And I can't shift inside. I need to get you out of here.” 

“If she’s here right now, how are we supposed to make it outside?” 

“You guys go first,” Jake said, surprising the couple. “I’ll try to chase her down in here.” 

In their hesitation, another gust of red wind passed by them. (Y/N) winced as she felt something sting her arm one second, and the next her hand flew up to her skin to feel blood rushing out. “She’s taunting us,” she croaked. “But this is not her battleground.” 

“You’re so right, little Swan,” Victoria smirked from the chill entrance. She was all the way down the hallway, licking the blood off her fingernail as Jacob and Paul stepped in front of (Y/N). There wasn’t much they could do in their human form, and she knew that. “You boys are so serious. I’m just having a little fun.” 

In the blink of an eye, Victoria left her position at the end of the hall and reappeared a few feet behind them, (Y/N) locked between her arms. She grabbed the girl tightly by the neck, crushing her against her body. “There’s nothing you little pups can do,” she grinned as Paul growled. “But don’t worry. I’m not killing my little plaything tonight.”  

A/N: i was gonna post this earlier this weeks but I've been dealing with migraines and horrible backpain, but I was able to finish the next chapter for y'all's favorite couple. hope you enjoyed! ❤️ 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!

SUN

i love him... you love him. lots of people love him. but unfortunately he can sometimes be a little overstimulating on some days- especially if youre already a little worked in from something else

he really does try to tone it done- even more so when he sees youre already having a rough time. but he feels so compelled to check in on you to make sure youre doing alright that he might just make it worse... he gives you space and lets you sit behind the desk while he handles the kids for the day

he does try to find a way for you to express your frustrations without lashing out at yourself or others- stress toys, breathing, venting in a more healthy manner, things like that. he even makes a more personal corner dedicated to you in the daycare so you have a space to hide away for a few minutes to recuperate before getting back to work... and you dont haaaave to rush- hes worked without a handler before and hes confident he can handle a day without you!

MOON

hes a lot more tolerable compared to his daytime counterpart- hes quieter, and doesnt move around as much... still moves of course but hes not bouncing all over the place! come lay down for a while with him during nap time- youre not going to miss anything and you look like you need a moment to reel yourself back in

sun is patient when you hit a breaking point but he tries to let you get that energy out before calming you... moon tries to quiet you as soon as possible. both for a need to help you but also to keep the children from being woken up- he takes you to the side and talks you through it

he focuses more so on checking on you quietly when hes out as well as picking up some extra work to take some of your load off your back- doing some extra cleaning around the daycare before naptime is over, setting things out for you and sun to use for the next activity, things like that

ECLIPSE

a balance of their counterparts- they let you feel your frustration but they work through it so you dont crash before your shift is over- as well as keeping it away from the children... sometimes seeing an adult in such a state can scare a kid and thats the last thing they want

headphones, warm drinks, have a spare blanket and settle down to the side for a few minutes and theyll be right back to you as soon as the kids are distracted enough for a few minutes-- you wont have all of their attention in that moment but theyre definitely trying to make sure youre okay between their work

After a thrice over in the mirror, you check the time. With a smile on your face, you walk out your front door, and with a smirk, you walk across the hall and knock on his door. Licking your lips, you run your fingers through your hair, making sure it's perfect before Marcos answers the door. Looking over the wooden door, he calls from the other side.

"Yeah! It's open! Come in!" he hollered.

Walking in, you take in a deep inhale, taking in his scent. You lick at your lips a moment and peek around the corner. Running your fingers through your hair, you smirk and walk in, seeing him sitting at the TV watching the news. He seemed so sucked in. You chuckled briefly and made your way to take a seat next to him. Glancing over, he smirked.

"Glad you made it."

"Well, not like I had anything to do." you chuckled.

"I'll order the pizza you grab the beers?" He smiled.

Nodding your head, you think a moment and head to the fridge. Pulling out a couple cold ones, you head back to the couch. Placing the can in front of him on the water ring scattered table, you let out a soft breath and lean back with a beer in hand. Opening the can, you take a sig before looking over at him as he glances at you.

"Ordered." he smiled.

Nodding, you watch the TV a bit before he looks over at you and leans back against the couch. He ran his hand through his hair- licking your lips, you let out a soft breath.

"So what have you been up to?"

"Nothing special truthfully kinda just working around, doing what I do best, I suppose." He chuckled.

Nodding you, lean back and relax. Suddenly a knock comes at the door, looking over you smile, watching him stand up and make his way to the door, you couldn't help but notice his sweatpants, riding low, the way they clung to him in ways that drove you crazy. The way his body moved, and how did you just notice he was shirtless? Good god?!

Clearing your throat, you turn to watch the TV when he turns to come back to the couch. He sets the pizza down and looks at you.

"Okay, Imma be honest here. I didn't ask you to come over for pizza and beers."

"Oh? Then umm, why did you invite me over?"

"Honestly, I've been watching you, and umm, my curious nature got the better of me... and umm."

Shaking your head, you stand up, placing your beer on the table. You take his hand and drag him to the bedroom, drop his sweat pants and take his thick cock in your hand, and smirk. "Great minds think alike."

He lets out a small gasp as you begin to stroke him slowly to start, and lower yourself to your knees and gaze up at him, your eyes searching him. You take his slowly hardening cock into your mouth, feeling him stiffen as you begin to swirl your tongue around the flesh.

He lets out a groan as his hands find your head, his fingers tangle in your hair as he guides your head to take him into your mouth, and begins to use your head as a fuck toy. The way he moved your head, the way he gripped at your hair, the way you hear him groan as you flatten your tongue and then curl it around his thick hard cock. It was all so perfect.

You're feeling yourself get wetter, more excited. You take a hand and move it between your legs, you begin to massage your clit, and move your head a little faster as he guides you. You moan against his cock, sending a vibration through him that drives him wild. His breathing picks up, but he has other plans. Grabbing your hair, he lifts you to your feet, undresses you, and shoves you onto the bed. He moves you further up on the bed and climbs up between your legs, stripping your leggings from your body, and plunges his fingers into you while kissing your thighs.

You let out a whimper and a groan as your back arched a bit as he wasted no time making his way from your thighs to your clit. His tongue massaging the swollen bean, his fingers moving inside you with expert motions. Your hands grip at his blanket as you let out a louder moan, biting your lip hard as your legs shake.

"Oh fuck." you let out softly.

After a while, he finally decides to take it one step further. When he feels your good and wet, Marcos lifts your legs right where he wants them and shoves his thick hard cock into your willing, wet, tight hole, and you immediately clench around him and let in a sharp jagged breath.

At first, he holds it there, feeling your velvet walls clench around him. With a smirk and a groan, he begins to thrust/ At first, his thrusts are soft, slow, getting a feel for what you feel like, and then he picks up speed. But there's something about this motion that feels wonderful, but you feel like something is missing. You wrap your legs around him, and with all your might, you turn him on his back. You smirk, looking over his face, and lick at your lips.

"Please, allow me." You bite your lip as your hips begin to work.

He smirks, looking over your face. Your hands fall to his chest, bracing yourself as you begin to rock your hips back and forth, getting him situated. The feeling of your clit rub against him, you moan, your head falls back, responding to how he stretches your walls. You begin to slowly raise and lower yourself over his thick length, and you feel the way he touches that sweet spot, and it drives you wild. You begin to pick up speed, your moans getting louder. His hands grip at your thighs, his fingertips digging in, leaving fingertip bruises that will kiss your flesh.

His groans begin to match yours as his hips move up to meet you coming down on him. You both grow extremely heated, picking up the pace a little further, your breasts bounce as your hips glide on him. Between the pressure of bouncing and the grinding, your fingertips press into his chest. Feeling the fibers of his chest hair under your fingers only sends you further into this pit of want. You let out another long-drawn-out moan as you feel your swollen bean rub against him, causing this friction that will send you over the edge.

"Oh, sweet fuck." He growls.

Hearing his words is what does it. You're unable to really comprehend what was going on, it was like you couldn't contain yourself. Letting out another moan you move faster.

"Fuck, you're going to make me cum if you keep that up." He chuckles.

He looks over your face, and he could tell that was what you wanted. What you both needed. Feeling you on that edge, he flips you over, and pounds into you hard, and fast, your clit rubbing against him. You let out a moan.

"Right there, fuck Marcos, right... there!" You scream.

As he keeps his pace, and depth your legs begin to shake, and you release all over him. He pulls from you as you are cumming, and he puts his cock in his hands and releases on your stomach. Looking over your face, he smirks, licking his lips.

"Holy fuck." you say at the same time.

With the return of the Cullen’s in March came a lot more tension within the pack right at the start of Spring break. Jacob Black was in love with Bella Swan, but Bella was in love with Edward Cullen. And since the wolves could hear one another's thoughts when they were shifted, Leah Clearwater was not impressed with Jacob's moping and the entire pack was not impressed with Leah's bitter attitude. The pack was a mess, and though you were an imprint you found that you wanted no part in their personal drama, and sometimes tried to steer Paul clear of it as well.

And speaking of Paul, you and him were going pretty strong. Emily thought you and Paul were absolutely adorable, and the Pack just found watching the two of you interact to be absolutely entertaining. Because apparently Sam and Emily were the norm when it came to imprints, and then there was you and Paul who almost always butted heads and refused to back down when either of you thought you were right and the other was wrong. But then minutes later, you'd be grinning and laughing and settling down in his lap where he pulled you and it'd be as if nothing had happened.

But thankfully Spring Break was upon you and your mom decided she wanted to take a mini road trip since she had three days off. Paul was disgruntled with you just up and leaving, but no amount of his pouting or misplaced anger would change your mind. You enjoyed your time away, calling and texting Paul when you woke up and before you went to bed. So when it was time to head home, you were quite excited to see his rough mug.

After dropping off your mom and collecting some knick-knacks she picked up along the way for Emily, you head on over to the familiar home tucked into the woods. Emily greets you with open arms- arms which you readily push a bag into. She's momentarily confused until you tell her it's a bunch of jewelry your mom thought she might like that you found at small shops here and there. Emily was very grateful, readily putting on a leather bracelet that had a wolf stamped into it that you had first bought as a joke.

"So did you have fun?" Emily asks as you take a seat in her living room.

"Yeah. It was nice to just drive and sunbathe, and reassure my mom that Paul and I are not going at it like rabbits."

Emily gives you a double take. "W-What!?"

"She's super convinced that Paul and I are boning nonstop." You laugh, highly amused at Emily's expression.

"And you're okay with that?"

You shrug. "Well yeah. Mom's a doctor, Em. I know all about the consequences and everything. I've been prepared since I was sixteen. And after my dad passed, my mom and I have no secrets. I'm comfortable with her knowing what's going on in my life."

"I see." She goes quiet, picking through her gifts as she avoids eye contact. Eventually she asks, "Well are you? You and Paul, I mean."

You grin at her. "Unfortunately no. We want to, but my mom's home every night and we don't want to risk her hearing." You see Emily's facade crack and the two of you end up giggling. "I'm, uh, also kind of nervous to just go for it because of the whole pack mind sharing thing. I don't want Paul to think of something and the other guys see me naked."

"I know that feeling," Emily muses. "Fortunately for us, Sam is the alpha and Paul has a temper on him that has the others hesitant to poke too much fun at him. But even then," she goes on to assure you, "you're an imprint. There's just some things that are off limits and the boys respect that."

You smile at that and briefly share some stories with Emily. Eventually there's a whooping cheer somewhere from behind the house and you and Emily share a knowing smile. She gets up to greet the boys as they shuffle in through the back door and you follow at a slower pace. Sam grins at you when he spots you and you briefly hug him in greeting, swatting at his hand when he fondly ruffles your hair. The other boys get a fist bump or a nod of acknowledgement and then Paul wastes no time in swooping you up in a hug.

Laughing, you squeeze him for a few seconds before urging him to let you down. Only the moment your feet touch the floor, he's cupping your face and pressing his lips against yours. Wolf whistles erupt all around you, but you pay them mind- not when Paul's teeth are nipping your bottom lip and then soothing it immediately with the tip of his tongue.

"Alright you two," Emily chuckles, "save that for when you don't have an audience."

You grin into the kiss, pushing Paul back as you turn your face to sheepishly meet Emily's gaze. "Sorry about that." Paul then grabs your hand and you grin at everyone as he starts tugging you towards the door. "So, uh, yeah. I guess we'll all catch up later."

Sam waves you and Paul out the door, and the second the screen door is shut behind you he's pulling you into another kiss. "I-" Kiss. "Missed-" Kiss. "You."

Chuckling, you trail kisses towards the corner of his mouth and along his jaw. "I missed you too," you admit, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying the side of your face against his chest. "Wanna go for a walk?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

You end up hopping on Paul's back, he jogging towards the closest part of the beach. You laugh the entire way and then yelp when Paul threatens to drop you when you refuse to get off his back. Eventually, the two of you end up side by side, leaning against a piece of driftwood as you tuck yourself under his arm.

"How's your mom? Everything good with you two?"

"Yeah. We're great! We needed this trip since her work load has been crazy since Dr. Cullen left."

Paul tenses, frowning. "Well now that, that leech is back-"

"Stop," you groan. "The pack and the Cullen’s have a treaty. You can dislike Cold Ones all you want, but your vegetarian neighbors are your allies. Don't be such a dick." Paul snorts and snaps the strap of your bra, causing you to yelp and bite his shoulder in retaliation. "How were things here?"

He sighs. "Same. Jacob is still pining after that leech lover and Leah is still pining after Sam. She's being a real pain in the ass, you know."

"Hey." You lean away from, shaking your head. "That's not fair."

Paul scoffs. "How is that not fair?"

"Are you really that annoyed with Leah because of her pining?"

"Well she's being a bitch!"

"She's heartbroken," you tell him. You untangle yourself from Paul, putting a few more inches between you. "Put yourself in her shoes," you say and he frowns, rolling his eyes. "No, I'm being serious. Pretend me and you are as normal as can be, madly in love with each other."

"Okay. And?"

"Now imagine I start acting weird and distant, but I assure you nothing is wrong. Then one day you introduce me to your best friend and I leave you for him."

"As if that'd ever happen."

"But it did. Hypothetically at least," you say. "Now imagine phasing and having to take a front row seat to every loving memory I have of my new boyfriend. How would that make you feel?"

"It'd piss me off."

"Exactly." Paul opens his mouth to retort, but ends up snapping his mouth shut. You grin sadly. "Only it's kind of worse for Leah because the other woman is her cousin that she grew up with. Sam's not purposely rubbing in Leah's face, but that still has to hurt."

"Okay, but does she have to be so hostile to Em?"

"Like I said, she's heartbroken." You shrug. "I hope and pray that one day Leah imprints so she can understand it all, and so she and Emily can get back what they lost. But until then, you just gotta stick through the mood swings."

He groans loudly. "I really hate it when you're right."

"Wait, what? What was that?" Your eyes light up and Paul scoffs upon seeing your gloating expression. You crawl closer to him, quickly straddling his thighs. "Can you repeat that please?"

"Sweetheart, if you stay in this position for the rest of the night I'll gladly tell you whatever you want to hear."

At his leering expression, you punch his shoulder. "Don't be a creep!" And not being able to help yourself, you lean in and peck his lips. "Besides, I'm not about to get sand all up in my business. Keep dreaming, Lahote."

The return to school is a bit of a downer, but then again it's only a few months before you graduate. You're not exactly in the mood to chat, so after parking and exiting the car, you pull up the hood of your jacket and head straight into school.

You're standing at your locker and gathering the necessary items needed for your first class when the petite form of Alice Cullen gives you a side-hug. You tiredly grin at her as you shove your backpack into the locker, shutting the door and then stepping back to return her embrace.

"Hey. I heard that you guys had returned. Welcome back."

"Thank you," Alice giggles. "Did you miss me?" She then teases.

"Actually," you huff. "I did. As much as it annoys me, your brand of energy is unique." Glancing up at her better half, you offer Jasper another grin. "Well if it ain't the belle of the ball."

He chuckles. "You've been working on your accent."

"I had to amuse myself somehow." With your arm still wrapped around Alice's shoulders, you say, "Thanks for the crystals, by the way. And the geodes. How did you know I liked those?"

She smirks, eyes glittering with amusement. "Just a lucky guess."

"Mhm."

"We would really appreciate it if our little gifts remained a secret," Jasper suddenly muses. "When we left, we cut off all contact with Bella per Edward's request. It'd look bad if she found out we were sending you gifts and never once returned one of her emails."

"Ah. Gotcha." The warning bell rings and you sigh. "That's my cue. I'll see you guys later."

No one other than Angela bothers to attempt any conversation with you after that and you're grateful for it. You don't know if it's because you missed breakfast, but by the time lunch has rolled around and you've bitten into your sub sandwich, it feels like your mood is immediately lifted.

Three bites in and Bella hesitantly approaches with Edward at her side. You raise an eyebrow at her and she nervously smiles. "Do you mind if we sit? Jessica just found out she's Valedictorian and she's already started asking for opinions on what her speech should entail."

You shield your still full mouth with your hand, grimacing. "Go ahead." Bella grins in relief as she and Edward take a seat, and your gaze immediately lands on him. Swallowing your bite of food, you tell him, "Hey Nosferatu, welcome back." He tenses, golden eyes wide with surprise as Bella snorts. You grin and gesture to yourself while saying, "Imprint. I learned some stuff while you guys were away and before you start freaking out, just so you know, I've come to terms with the supernatural existing. Your secret will remain safe."

"I- okay?" Edward sits and you can't help your gleeful expression. You've never seen Edward this speechless and it's highly amusing. He suddenly frowns, head tilting to the side as he continues to stare at you. "And just so you know, I can read minds."

You freeze, eyes slightly narrowing. "Bullshit." Then mentally thinking, you say, What am I thinking right now?

Edward slowly leans back in his chair and grins. "You're wondering if my family or I eat human food. And that if we don't, you really want my Cola."

His can of Cola is slid towards you and you perk up. Shrugging, you crack it open and take a sip. "Cool. Any other gifts I should know about?"

"Alice can see the future and Jasper manipulates emotions," Bella says.

You lean back in your chair, a bit in awe. "Huh," you grunt. Then glancing at the usual Cullen table, you see the others staring- Jasper, Alice, and Emmett seeming a bit off guard, and Rosalie glaring. "That's really something." You take another sip of Cola before addressing Edward once more. "I learned the truth out of necessity because of who I am to Paul. I understand how important these secrets are, so I'm going to go ahead and drop this topic right now. Later on, if you want to tell me your story, then I'm all ears. But until then, it's dropped."

Edward blinks. "Just like that?"

"Just like that."

You go on to continue eating as Edward looks to Bella, smiling softly. As he goes on to quietly talk with her, you become engrossed in your food and then speed writing the ending to a paper that you had forgotten to finish during your break.

Throughout the rest of the day, Emmett and Rosalie keep their distance. Alice seems like she wants to approach, but she busies herself with Bella and you figure you can just talk to Jasper since you sit next to him in the one class you share.

So when that one class comes, you show up early and patiently wait for Jasper to show. He takes his time and you toss him an annoyed look when he's one of the last students to take his seat. It's like he knew you wanted to talk to him and took his time so everyone else could take their seat so you wouldn't risk anyone else overhearing. Damn you Alice and your visions.

But when the teacher starts to drone on about the war you're supposed to be studying, you pull out a piece of loose paper and pen a note to him: So since your power deals with emotions and what not, is it possible for you to knock me unconscious so I can get out of this boring class? You fold up the piece of paper and then quickly place it on Jasper's desk when the teacher turns his back.

He carefully unfolds it, reads it, and then promptly snorts. You grin over at him and wink, muttering just kidding under your breath and start to take notes when you see him refold the note and place it in his binder.

You're relieved when classes are finally over, waving at Angela, Bella, and the Cullen’s on your way to your car. Then sitting in your car, you send a few texts to Paul to see if he was up to spend some time at your house later that night. And when you don't get a text right away, you figure he's on patrol since the pack has been acting a little shifty as of late. So with nothing else to do, you then head on home.

At home, you're trudging up the porch steps when you spot a plainly wrapped box on the doormat. String is wrapped around the package, keeping a card with your name written on it tucked safe underneath.

"Huh. What could this be?" You ask, scooping up the package. Taking it inside with you, you kick off your shoes and drop your backpack behind the couch. Then plopping down on said couch, you sigh as you pull the card free. "Lets see who you're from." Flipping open the card, you read aloud, "Thanks for what you said to Paul. It means a lot that you don't totally blame me and tried to get him to see things from my point of view. - Leah."

Smiling, you tear the string and paper from the package. Then opening the lid, you open up the tissue paper and pull free a braided bracelet in purples and blues with a wolf charm dangling from it. You happily tie it to your right wrist, your phone ringing not even a second later as you're admiring the wolf charm.

Pulling free your phone from your back pocket, you see it's Emily calling before answering it. "Hello?"

"What did you say to Leah?"

"Um, hello to you too Em," you muse. "And nothing. I had a talk with Paul the other day and I'm pretty sure Leah overheard. Either that or she saw it in the pack's mental mind-link. Why?"

Emily sniffles on the line. "Thank you. I was folding some laundry and when I got to the kitchen just now I found a package waiting for me."

"Let me guess, was it a bracelet?"

"With a wolf charm," she says. "You got one too?"

"Yes and I absolutely adore it."

"Me too," Emily gushes. "I even got a brief note and I- I just wanted to thank you. Leah and I were always close growing up, so to see she's coming around means so much to me."

"Well I'm glad my little rant to Paul got Leah to start fixing things with you. Now I just hope the other boys start letting up on her now."

As Fate would have it, the boys did seem to give Leah some leeway after they found out she was trying to mend things with Emily. Unfortunately it didn't last long, and the boys and Leah were back to bickering a few days later.

School continued as normal and Paul continued to win over your mom, quickly earning himself easy access to your home even when neither of you were home. So more often than not, he was at your house when you weren't at Emily's and he wasn't on patrol.

Walking into your house after school, you smirk at seeing Paul's shoes by the front hall closet. You kick off your own and drop your backpack, quickly grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before heading upstairs. You take a brief sip as you stare at a shirtless Paul stretched out across your bed, belly down and arms wrapped around a pillow that he's stuffed under his head.

Shaking your head in amusement, you place your bottle of water down before padding over to your bed. You lower yourself softly and lay down next to him, turning on your side so you can keep on staring. Then raising your right hand, you faintly run the tip of your nail down the bridge of his nose. Paul snuffles in his sleep and you grin, doing it twice more.

"Stop it. M'trying to sleep."

"That's what you get for sleeping in my bed uninvited," you tease. With his eyes still closed, Paul grins and you quickly lean in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Sam give you the night off?"

"Nah. Gotta be back by seven." His eyes flutter open as he deeply inhales, only to freeze and frown. "Why do you smell like a leech?"

"What?"

"Why do you smell like a leech!?" Paul sits up and you scramble to do the same, eyes widening. His eyes dart all over you before he zeroes in around your shoulders. "Did one of them touch you?"

"Will you relax? Geez," you sigh, scooting to sit on the edge of your bed. "I do have classes with the Cullen’s and I'm friends with Jasper. That's nothing new."

Paul's frown turns into a grimace, his nostrils flaring a moment later. "You're friends with them now?" He asks, voice turning cold. "They're dangerous, Y/N, and I-"

"I know!" You reply, voice raising. You stand, your annoyance spiking at Paul. "I know they're dangerous. I'm not stupid, Paul."

"Well then stop acting like it."

"But you- wait, what?"

"You heard me."

Eyes widening in disbelief, you let the silence sit between you before you scoff and shake your head. "You know what? Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me," you practically snarl, throwing his words back in his face. "I can't deal with you right now and if we continue this idiotic conversation I'm going to say something I regret. Now leave."

"Y/N-"

"Don't." You take a step back as Paul stands. He stares at you in his own disbelief now, scoffing a moment later when you refuse to let him touch you. "I understand your hatred for Cold Ones and I won't pressure you to change your views. My views, however, you will respect. You calling me stupid over having friendly conversation with my class partner just crossed a line and I don't want to see you right now."

"You're serious."

"Deadly." This is the first real disagreement you and Paul have had, so it's no surprise tears immediately sting your eyes. Everything with him has been easy going and basically in the honeymoon stage, so this disagreement- it sucks. Especially since Paul only seems to become angrier and angrier. And it's when he starts to shake in his anger that your eyes widen and your voice cracks. "Paul. Get out before you shift in my house."

It's only as the first tear falls that Paul snaps out of his anger, but it's too late. He steps towards you and you step back, shaking your head and averting your gaze as you subtly wipe at the other falling tear with your shoulder. Growling, he then takes his leave and practically jumps down the stairs in his haste to get away. When the front door slams after his exit, you let the tears freely fall. You don't outright sob, but you do hiccup as you attempt to contain your anguish.

You allow yourself to wallow briefly before running yourself a bath to wash away the sudden stress. While in the bath you text your mom that you'll find something at home to eat and that you'll be in bed early so she's not to wake you. She asks if you're feeling okay and you assure you're fine, but that the long day of school and unnecessary boy drama drained your batteries. And only once she's assured all else is well, she leaves you be.

Then after some ramen and a sandwich, you complete what little homework you have before calling it a day and going to bed.

Sometime during the night you become overheated and move to shove off your blanket. Only when you do so you realize there's a weight laying across your waist. Briefly panicking, you shove an elbow backwards when you notice there's a heavy weight behind you as well and it takes everything in you to not yelp at the masculine grunt.

"Hey. Hey!" Paul's familiar rumble meets your ears. "It's just me. Stop kicking."

You tense. "Paul?"

"Who else would it be?"

You immediately relax. "Jesus Christ. Don't scare me like that."

"Sorry," he mumbles, "but you weren't answering your phone."

You slowly turn around in his hold, eyes opening just long enough to see your room is nearly pitch black. "What time is it?"

"Just after one. I came in through your window." You snort, but quickly start to drift back off. "M'sorry."

"I figured. Now go to sleep."

This time Paul snorts. "That's it?"

"Yes," you quietly groan. "You're forgiven or whatever. I just want to sleep."

"You know if all our fights end like this, I'm pretty sure this will be the easiest relationship ever."

"You're hilarious, Lahote. Now shush."

Sitting there in a golden cap and gown, you listen to Jessica Stanely's supposedly EPIC speech. And given that the girl gets on your nerves about eighty-five percent of the time, you have to hand it to her. Her speech is pretty epic, so at the who the hell knows portion of her speech, you can't help but whoop and wolf whistle at her. Several of your peers cheer along, causing Jessica to briefly stammer, and you smirk up at her on stage even as Bella elbows you for it.

By the time graduation is over and caps have been tossed in the air, you push your way through the crowd towards your mom, Emily, and Paul. Your mom squeals as she wraps you up in a hug, and when you turn to Paul and Emily your eyes widen. They somehow managed to retrieve bouquets of balloons and flowers, and they happily bestow them upon you.

"Congratulations, sweetie," Emily tells you. "Sam wishes he could have made it, but duty calls."

"Totally understandable. Thank you for coming."

You move on to Paul, eyeing his opened blazer, dark gray button down, and fitted jeans. You wiggle your eyebrows at him. "Hello, handsome."

He snorts. "Shut up and get in here." Paul reels you in, wrapping his arms around you and tilting you back for a dramatic kiss. Your mom and Emily laugh, and you giggle against his lips before he lets you up. "So how does it feel to be done with high school?"

"So good," you breathe airily. Once righted, you quickly make yourself presentable when you see Dr. Cullen and his wife headed straight for you. "Hi!" You greet them.

"Congratulations, Miss Y/L/N. These are for you," Esme Cullen says, handing over a small bouquet of sunflowers and baby's breath.

"Oh. These are beautiful," you tell her. "Thank you." Paul growls lowly at your side and you're quick to elbow him.

"It's no problem. Will you be making an appearance at the graduation party? I'm sure Jasper invited you."

"He did." Paul tenses, but you ignore him. "I might be able to make a short appearance, but I've got to get to La Push for another party. The elders have approved a bonfire for me," you then admit with a blush.

"Oh that's nice of them," Dr. Cullen says.

Bella and Edward soon join you, and you nod at the both of them. Emily congratulates Bella and Edward on their accomplishment of graduating as well, and then soon enough your mom is urging you to wrap up all the small talk.

"Ready to go, sweetheart? I've got a date to start getting ready for."

"Yeah. Sure."

"Did you say you have a date?" Bella voices. "That's funny. So does my dad. He just left about ten minutes ago because he said he had a date to get ready for."

You chuckle, Bella chuckles, Dr. Cullen and his wife chuckle, and your mom- well your mom nervously chuckles and avoids all eye contact. Yours and Bella's smile slowly fall, Paul and Emily snort, and your eyes narrow.

"Mom, are you going on a date with the Chief of Police? Bella's dad?"

"Oh would you look at that," she says, staring and tapping at her bare wrist, "it's time for me to go."

Your mom makes a quick escape, leaving you gaping after her. "Did she just-"

Paul finally laughs out loud, startling you, and you're quick to punch his arm. "Your mom and Bella's dad are totally getting it on."

"Gross."

"Ew," Bella states at the same time as you.

Both graduation parties could have gone a lot better, but Alice's vision of an impending battle put a black cloud over everyone's heads. Learning that an army of newborn vampires were coming for Bella- vampires that would be a lot stronger than what the Cullen’s were- was more than a bit terrifying. And you knew it was bad when Dr. Cullen asked Jacob to ask Sam if the pack could join the fight.

Vampires and wolves working together? Totally not heard of and totally made the pack antsy.

Jasper was in charge of showing the wolves how the newborns would be fighting and though you didn't show up to the sparring sessions, you heard all about them when the pack returned to Emily's and groaned about how the sessions went.

And with the newborn army on the way, since your mom was basically being watched by Dr. Cullen at the hospital, you found yourself spending more and more time at Emily's since you were taking online classes and could work from anywhere.

The back screen door creaks open, but you don't pay it any attention. Sam grumbles a greeting to Emily and you only give the pack your attention when a hand gently grasps the back of your neck. Tilting your head backward, you smile tiredly up at Paul and purse your lips when he leans down to give you a kiss.

"How'd training go?" You ask, smiling at everyone else and shutting your laptop after quickly saving your work progress.

"It went," he says. "There's been a change in plans."

You frown. "Change? What do you mean?"

The rest of the pack grumbles and it's then you notice one member of the pack is missing. Jacob. Paul sneers. "It seems the leech lover doesn't want her precious leech to fight."

Emily's head lifts from Sam's chest. "Wait, what?"

"The plan is to have Jacob carry Bella up a mountain and to a designated campsite since his scent masks hers. Edward will take a different route with Seth to keep her safe. With Seth's mind link to the pack, Edward will be able to keep an eye on the fight since he can read minds."

"Excuse the language," you say, "but what the fuck!? These vampires are after Bella. These vampires know that Bella is the mate to Edward," you say. "What do they think is going to happen when they realize Bella and Edward are not at the fight?"

"That's exactly what I said," Jared grumbles.

Sam sighs. "It's done. There's no use complaining about it."

"Fuck that." You get up from your chair, pulling your arm free from Paul when he tries to keep you in place. "Where's my phone?" Emily hands it to you from where it was on the counter and you waste no time in searching for one number in particular.

"Who are you calling?" Paul wonders.

"Shush." You tap on the name and then quickly hold the phone to your ear. The phone rings a few times before a very timid hello meets your ears. "What the hell, Isabella?" You enunciate slowly, clenching your teeth. "Why am I hearing that Edward- the goddamn mind reader of the bunch- is not fighting?"

The wolves all grin, Sam sighs heavily and Emily hurriedly shushes him.

"I don't want him to risk his life for me," Bella tells you, and boy is that the wrong answer.

You explode. "BUT EVERYONE ELSE RISKING THEIR LIFE IS OKAY?!" The wolves all cringe and Emily looks on with pride shining in her eyes. "Did you not think about how Emily feels with Sam putting his neck on the line because of you? Or how I would feel about Paul fighting?" You ask, ignoring Paul's preening in the process. "What about Edward's family? How do you think Mrs. Cullen, Rosalie, or Alice feel about their mates fighting?" The line is silent, her breathing the only indication that she's still on the line. "You are so goddamn selfish, Bella!"

She squeaks on the line and there's muffled mumbling, but you ignore it and continue to rant. "And just so we're clear, if any of the wolves get hurt I will not hesitate to knock you on your ass." You hang up before she can defend herself, immediately pointing a finger at Paul. "Don't. I cannot deal with your smug ass right now."

You shove your phone into your back pocket, grumbling in anger and ignoring all the gaping mouths as you retreat outside in order to cool off.

The night before the battle, your mom had yet another date. You were surprised she and Chief Swan hit it off so well, but were glad because that was one less weight off your shoulders. Because while she spent so much time with Charlie, the Cullen’s were always keeping an eye out on her too.

So with your mom taken care of for the night, you packed a bag to spend the night at Emily's.

You're staying in the guest room, the upper half of your body draped across Paul as he plays with the ends of your hair. "What are you thinking?" He quietly asks, the darkness of the room making it seem so silent all around you.

"This stupid fight," you mutter. "I'm scared. For myself, for you, for my mom and everyone else if even one newborn gets away."

"That ain't gonna happen," he assures you.

"If you say so, wolf boy. Just- just come back. To me," you say. Your breath stutters when he squeezes you tighter to him. "I can't wait until all this is over and we can finally just breathe."

"Same. Now get some sleep. You're gonna need it because if I know you, and I do, you and Emily are going to be wrecks tomorrow until we come home. You should at least be well rested before then."

You only hum in return and don't really realize you've drifted off to sleep until Emily is shaking you awake the next morning.

"I made breakfast," she tells you when your eyes flutter open. "The pack left just moments ago to do a quick sweep of the reservation before joining the Cullen’s."

"O-Okay. Thanks, Em."

She catches your expression, smiling sadly. "They're going to be okay. You'll see."

"I really hope so."

Emily leaves you so you can freshen up before joining her in the kitchen. She made a rather large spread and you're surprised there's still enough to make a couple of plates after the pack has already eaten. You manage to stomach some eggs, bacon, and toast slathered with apple jam. Then afterwards, you take a nice long hot shower and join Emily in front of the tv.

The morning news and talk shows she usually watches do nothing to quell your racing mind, and Emily does her best to keep both herself and yourself busy by making lunch and baking some snacks. When that's done, the radio silence has finally gotten to her. So while you clean up around the kitchen, Emily starts placing phone calls to the elders and Sue Clearwater.

It's hours before Emily's phone rings, it startling the both of you before she hastily answers it. She seems to sway at whatever news she gets and then assures the caller that you'll be there as soon as possible.

Heart beat tripling, you inhale shakily before asking, "Paul?"

"No. Jacob," she tells you. "Get your shoes on. We need to get to Billy's."

"What happened?"

As both of you rush to get shoes on, she says, "There was a newborn they missed. Leah went to attack it, but when it seemed like the newborn got the upper hand Jacob intervened."

"Jacob," you quietly groan. You knew Leah was going to be pissed about him intervening and then getting hurt.

You and Emily rush to her car, she practically peeling out and then racing towards Billy Black's house. "The newborn got its arms around him and squeezed. Shattered a lot of bones."

"Jesus."

"The boys took him back to Billy's. With his accelerated healing, they're going to have to keep re-breaking bones until Carlisle Cullen can get there and properly do it."

"They actually gave a Cold One permission to step onto their lands? Things just keep getting crazier and crazier."

Emily snorts and then focuses on getting to Billy's in one piece.

The sun is below the horizon when you get there and you immediately rush towards Seth, Leah, Quil, Jared, and Embry as they pace outside. "Where's Paul?" You ask. "How's Jacob?"

Jacob's agonized scream makes you freeze and Emily gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. The pack all flinches and Leah grumbles, her expression full of anger.

A dark car soon pulls up and Carlisle exits, his doctor's bag in tow. The pack all bristle and it's you who has to soothe their prickly attitudes and welcome Dr. Cullen yourself. You gesture him inside when Jacob screams again and he smiles tightly before disappearing inside the house.

Paul then exits with Billy and Emily wastes no time in comforting the sniffling man. You meet Paul halfway, your arms wrapping around his too warm torso. He squeezes you in return, nose in your hair, and flinches when Jacob screams yet again.

The minutes slowly drag on, Jacob's agonized screams making everyone flinch and Emily quietly soothe Billy's whimpers.

A familiar red truck soon rumbles into sight, skidding to halt on Billy's property, and you immediately see red. Leah scoffs, the boys all shift nervously, and Paul tightens his grip on you.

"I am so sorry," are the words that first leave Bella's mouth. "We didn't see- Jacob wasn't supposed to-"

But you don't hear what she has to say because Jacob screams and you pull free from Paul in his moment of distraction and swing with a closed fist. Bella takes the hit to the cheekbone, the boys all shout in surprise, and Paul yanks you into his chest to keep you from anymore trouble. She only stumbles, but she's clearly shocked as she holds a hand to her cheek and meets your raging gaze.

"I fucking warned you," you seethe.

"Y/N," Billy says, "that's enough." You slump in Paul's hold, but you keep your gaze on Bella.

The screen door creaks open and everyone immediately turns. Sam exits first, then Carlisle.

"He's asking for you," Carlisle tells Bella, frowning at her tear filled eyes and reddened cheek. He then turns to Billy. "I've done all I could. He's going to make it."

A few tears slip free as Billy reaches for Emily's hand and squeezes it in relief, keeping his eyes on Carlisle. "Thank you."

You're sitting on La Push beach, sitting between Paul's legs with your back to his chest as you watch Eric chase Angela with seaweed on a stick. Jessica and Mike aren't too far away, the two of them attempting to keep the PDA to a minimum as they're waist deep in the water.

"Tell me again why we're spending time with people you pretty much loathe?"

"I don't loathe them," you muse, pinching Paul's calf. "Three out of the four of them just happen to annoy me more often than not."

Angela and Jessica join the two of you then, you pasting on a smile as they take seats on their towels.

"So did anyone else get an invite to Bella's wedding?" Jessica asks, smirking. "Like who gets married at eighteen?"

Angela shrugs. "Someone who's in love?"

But Jessica shakes her head. "Or she's pregnant!"

Paul snorts and you fail at hiding your grin. "Don't start spreading rumors, Jessica."

"What? We're all thinking it!"

Angela shakes her head. "I wasn't."

"I was," Paul says.

Jessica laughs and you roll your eyes. "I got an invite, but I'm pretty sure it's only because my mom is banging Bella's dad."

"WHAT?!" Jessica shrieks. "Wait, why wouldn't she invite you? I thought you were friends."

"We are. Were." You frown. "I'm not sure. We had a bit of a disagreement and I sort of punched her."

Paul snorts yet again as the girls gasp and gape. "Sort of? You nailed her in the face." He chuckles.

"Y/N," Angela frowns.

"What?" You feign innocence. "I warned her. She didn't listen. It's not my fault she's stupid."

Jessica cackles, but Angela still frowns. You shrug and hope she doesn't hold it against you for too long. "So are you going?" Jessica wonders. "Drama!" She then singsongs.

"I'm going," you admit, grinning when Paul tenses behind you and then pat his knee. "And this handsome idiot is coming with."

"Like hell I am."

"Fine. Make me go solo," you tease. "I'm sure all of Edward's cousins will keep me company." By the way he growls lowly in your ear, you know that he knows what you mean by 'cousins'.

“I have to what?!” You ask your father incredulously. Carlisle sighed as he repeated the news.

“Bella,” he began, gesturing to Edward’s girlfriend, “has talked to Billy Black about our… Situation. The pack has taken it into their own hands and has asked to talk to you.”

The first time you heard it, you flat out refused. The wolves already brought trouble to your family. Jacob Black, an old friend of Bella’s had gotten pissed once he found out she was dating your brother. He was ready to tear your family apart.

“No!″ You stated firmly. “If they’re worried that you guys turned me into a vampire, can’t Bella just tell them that I’m still human?”

Carlisle shook his head. Running a hand through his blonde locks, he stared you down with his golden eyes.

“Y/N, we don’t have much of a choice. Sam Uley has demanded your presence. It’s for the best that we respect their wishes.”

After a small stare off, with you glaring at Carlisle as he pouted silently, you finally gave in to your father’s puppy-like gaze and huffed. 

Turning to Bella, you begrudgingly asked, “When did they want to do it?” You watch as she and Edward share a wary glance before spitting out an answer.

“Now.”

Bella’s truck purred underneath you as she drove to the reservation. The two of you were quiet as she drove down the road. To say you were mad was an understatement.

You were livid!

What were those mutts thinking when they demanded that you were brought before them? They acted as if the Cullens had no say in the matter, and it pissed you off.

To keep your mind off of what was to come, you gaze out the car window and watch the scenery roll past. The blurred trees reminded you of your childhood, and you gleefully lost yourself to your memories.

Your ten-year-old self stumbled through the forest as you climbed over a fallen tree. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a familiar blonde peeking out from behind a tree.

Several hundred yards away, you hear Esme call out to you. “Run little deer!” She laughed. “Don’t let Rosalie catch you!” A giggle escapes your lips as you run even faster.

Out of nowhere, dainty hands wrap around your waist as you’re suddenly lifted into the air. You can’t help but shriek with glee as you make eye contact with Alice.

“Got you, you little monkey,” she teased as she tossed you into the air. The other Cullens suddenly crowded the two of you. They all greeted you with smiles as they complimented you.

Surrounded by people who cared about you, feeling genuine love and care. You were glad that you found the Olympic Coven. You were one with the Cullens, despite your mortality. Life could never be better.

Bella gently tapped you on the shoulder, breaking you out of your trance. “We’re here,” she explained, pointing to a wooden house. 

It looked cozy and if you weren’t living with the Cullens, you’d be interested in getting a house like this. But knowing that it was home to shape-shifters made your skin crawl in a way that it shouldn’t.

With a groan, you exit the car and walk to the front. As Bella sided up to you, she sent you a reassuring smile before leading you to the door.

As if sensing her presence, the infamous Jacob Black stepped through the open sliding door. “You’re here!” He said incredulously, not believing his eyes. His gaze between you and Bella constantly changed, switching between total adoration and deep skepticalness.

“Look,” you suddenly state, surprising both teenagers. “Neither of us wants me to be here so lets cut to the chase. Take me to your pack leader or whatever and say what needs to be said. I can feel my family pacing back at the house and it’s driving me up the wall.”

Jacob raises an eyebrow but gestures for you to follow him. He leads both you and Bella into the kitchen where you see a woman busying herself with food. Your friend quickly recognized her and wasted no time in giving her a hug.

“Emily!” Bella greeted her happily.

“Bella!” Emily replied in the same tone. As the two parted, you finally got a good look at the girl who embraced the loner of Forks. 

The scar lines did not faze you, but it raised your ever-growing fear of shifters. You knew how dangerous they were, and this sight did not help.

“You must be the Cullen’s special child,” she noted, offering a hand. You take it politely, not wanting to seem rude. 

Growing under Carlisle’s hand had its effects on your mannerisms.

“That I am,” you confirm, giving her a firm shake. After the two of you properly introduce yourselves, you ask the girl about the pack’s whereabouts.

“Oh, they’ll be here in a bit,” she assured you. “The boys always go out for a run this time of day and they’re starving. Just give it a minute.”

It doesn’t take long for the boys to pile in but by then, you, Bella and Emily have gotten into a pleasant conversation. It quickly ends when you hear an obnoxious voice complaining about a repulsive smell.

“Great, another leech lover roaming around here. Since we’re getting so cozy, why don’t we just invite the damned things over and be done with all this bullshit?”

Turning around, you see a handful of dark-haired males make their way to the door. Emily smiles as she made her way to greet them. One man detached from the group as he pulled Emily into a loving grasp.

The other males walked in and made their way to the kitchen, immediately ransacking it of any food they could find. You look to Bella in disbelief, to which she only shrugged. Shaking your head, you quickly stand up and clear your throat. All eyes quickly find their way to you.

“Look, I know you guys aren’t in a big rush but I’ve got school tomorrow and my dad is going to kill me if I miss a class. So can we just cut to the chase and get this over with?”

The man who previously had busied himself with Emily, nodded as he carefully pushed past his girlfriend. “Sorry for calling you on such brief notice,” he told you. “I’m Sam Uley, this is my pack.”

You glance at each of the wolves. Most of them seem as disinterested with you except for one. His dark brown eyes burn into yours as your stare meets his.

He freezes for a moment, but you quickly brush it off and return your attention to Sam. This mutt has probably never seen a girl that wasn’t born on the reservation.

“What has my family done to piss you guys off now?” You ask calmly.

“Nothing,” Sam promised you. “It’s just, our ancestors and the Cullen’s have made a treaty with them. They can’t-”

“I know all about the treaty,” you interrupt. “My family can’t harm humans or cross into Quileute land. I may not be a shape-shifter like you guys, but I’m not a dumbass. Even if you think I’m just a leech lover.”

You watch the pack leader send a quick glare to the mutt who couldn’t keep his gaze off of you. It quickly softens, making you curious at the sudden expression change.  

Looking back, you see that his eyes haven’t left your figure. The only difference this time, you see his lips pulled back in disgust. 

“Got a problem, pretty boy?” You snarl at him.

The wolf looks taken aback by your snarkiness, but quickly replied with his own comeback. “I just don’t see why the hell you’re even here on our territory. I guess you’re human, which means we can’t kill you, but if it was one of those bloodsuckers…”

Everyone was quiet as you marched up to the man and pressed your finger to his chest. You heard the girls gasp (And even a few of the guys) but you paid no attention to that.

“Listen here, you little shit,” you told him sharply. “I don’t give a damn on what your views are on vampires but let me set one thing straight. You will never disrespect my family ever again! Do I make myself clear?”

He quickly smacked your hand away as he leaned in closer.

“Paul…” Sam warned with a growl. “Don’t do anything you might regret.”

“It’s not my fault she comes from a family of monsters,” Paul shot back, not breaking eye contact.

“The Cullens aren’t the monsters here,” you spit at the wolf. “I’m standing in the presence of a certain snot-nosed dog who has never heard of a nose hair trimmer.”

You watched as the shirtless male snarled; his nostrils flaring as he struggled to control his breathing. A pang of fear flashed through you as you watched him slowly lose his temper. One wolf noticed and quickly grabbed your hand, attempting to pull you back.

Paul had not taken this lightly.

“Quil, remove your hand before I do it for you!” He barked, baring his teeth like a pissed off animal. The wolf quickly lets go of you, sending you into a spiral of confusion.

“Sam?” Bella asked out of nowhere. “What did Y/N do to Paul?”

The pack all shared a look before most of them dog-piled the angry shifter. Sam ordered Jacob to take you and Bella home. As Black hesitated, Paul shook more and more as his anger took over him.

“NOW JACOB!” The leader screamed before joining the pile.

Wasting no time, Jacob grabbed you and Bella by the hands and dragged you out of the home. All three of you scrambled into the vehicle as Jake stole the keys from his friend and started up the car. As it roared to life, you peeled out of the driveway and hit the road.

“Call them,” Jacob commanded Bella. “Gather the Cullens and get them as close to the reservation as they can. Y/N needs all the protection they can get.”

“From Paul?” You ask. “What the hell is even going on?”

Bella looks to her friend in realization as it hits her. “He couldn’t have… It’s not possible!”

“Anything is possible,” Jacob replied. You watched as the numbers cranked higher and higher on the speedometer.

“Would you mind telling me what’s possible and what it has to do with me?”

It was as if you were invisible. Both Jacob and Bella knew what was going on with Paul, but they left you in the dark. This is why you preferred vampires. They always said what was on their minds. Most of the time at least.

A loud howl breaks you out of your thoughts, making Jacob stiffen. "What is it?" You ask him worriedly. 

"Paul's pissed," the wolf muttered. Without another explanation, he forced the Chevy pickup to run even faster, causing it to emit several groans under the stress. 

"Carlisle is sending Edward," Bella reported. 

Her friend slammed his palms against the steering wheel. "He needs to bring all of them! Call him again!" 

"I can't!" She replied. "He's already on the way!" 

"Would y'all just calm the hell down and tell me what's going on?" You scream at them, tired of being ignored. 

And just as it seemed like one of them was finally going to answer your questions, something heavy slammed itself against the back of the truck. 

The car went flying as it skidded across the road. You and Bella held onto the dashboard as Jacob struggled to keep the truck from flipping. The car came to a sudden stop when the same weight latched on and forced it to slow down. 

Bella looked over her shoulder and paled at the sight. "What is it?" You ask her, not wanting to see whatever was keeping you back. You knew exactly what it was, but you preferred not dying if Paul was still angry. 

"Stay in the truck," Jacob ordered as he quickly left. He left your line of sight as he headed towards the back. Bella quickly ignored this as she noticed her boyfriend approaching the scene. 

"Edward!" She cried, throwing off her seatbelt and running into his arms. Giving her a kiss, he spared a glance towards Jacob and Paul before looking at you. 

'I'm fine,' you told him mentally. 'Just get me out of here before Paul rips out my throat!' 

Just before you can even think about getting out, you hear a series of growls and snarls before the sound of crying catches your attention. You quickly whip around and see two giant wolves fighting each other. 

The shifter who had cried out had been the chocolate brown wolf with the limp. The back legs were matted with fresh blood and his coat covered in dirt. A gasp escaped your lips as you watched him struggle to fight back. 

The other wolf was different. 

Its fur was silver and gray, and it shined in the darkness. The mouth seemed to be covered in red as it snapped at the other animal. Despite being smaller, it fought with more ferocity than you thought it had. 

As you scrambled out of the car, Bella cried out as she watched the fight. "Jacob!"  At the name, the chocolate wolf turned its head in your direction. The silver shifter took this chance and tackled him. 

Fear hit you as you realized that this was Paul. 

Edward focused on him as Bella rushed to you. "Stop him!" She told you. "He'll kill Jake!" 

"What do you expect me to do?" You asked her. "It's not like he'll listen to me! Didn't you hear him call me a leech lover?" 

"Just do it," Edward said. "Paul imprinted on you Y/N. He can't resist you." 

Before you could ask what he meant by imprinted, your brother pushed you towards the wolves. Automatically, Paul focused his attention on the vampire behind you. He bared his sharp teeth angrily as he snarled. 

With another shove from Edward, you gulped silently before approaching the wolf. He paid no mind to you as he stared your sibling down. 

"Say something to him," Bella offered after you struggled to distract him. 

"Paul?" You shakily called out.

The wolf let out a growl as he spared a glance at you, but otherwise did nothing. 

"I know we just met and all," you try again, taking a hesitant step towards him. "But I think I know when to say you need to take a chill-pill or something." 

Still nothing. 

"You need to encourage him," Edward instructed. 

As you turned around to look at him, you heard Paul snarl angrily. Snapping your head back in his direction, you try something different. 

"Paul, I need you to calm down," you tell him. Two more steps. "I can't have you hurt any more people. I don't know what you're going through, but I'm not worth it." 

This had caught Paul's attention. He tore his attention away from Edward and Jacob as he settled his gaze on you.

Another pang of fear hit you as Paul slowly approached you. His sly movements reminded of how a hunter goes after its prey. The fear worsened as you realized you were the prey.

As if reading your thoughts (Which he probably was) Edward spoke up. “He won’t hurt you. He’d rather die than do anything of the sort.”

Proving the point, Paul gently prodded his large snout against your hand once he was close enough. You flinched at the blood that soaked into his fur, but otherwise froze at his presence.

He tried poking you again before he let out a whimper.

“He thinks you’re rejecting him,” Edward explained. “You need to show him you aren’t.”

With a shaky breath, you slowly place your hand on top of Paul’s head. His giant ears twitched, making you freeze. It wasn’t until he whimpered again that you moved. Your fingers run through his fur eagerly. A low moan left his muzzle as he leaned into your touch. Once you were sure that he had calmed down, you faced Bella and Edward.

“Get Jacob out of here,” you tell them. “Paul’s stable now, but I can’t say the same later. Go now. Take the car.”

Bella goes to argue, but your brother took her by the arm and shook his head. They make their way towards the wolf. As you watch the girl try to coax her friend to come with them, Paul catches your attention once more.

He ran his giant tongue across your open palm, which you quickly recoiled from. Only after hearing his sad whine did you apologize.

“I’m sorry. I just really don’t want you to bite off my hand or anything. I know you don’t like my family, so...”

Paul growled angrily, making you jump back like a frightened cat. The shifter realized his mistake and whimpered. Tired of not being able to talk to you properly, he slowly backed away before he changed.

You winced at the sound of bones snapping and arranging themselves in a different order. The thick fur seemed to melt away as the silver wolf disappeared into Paul.

You had gone to say something before you realized that he was very nude. 

Especially down there.

“Y-you’re um... You’re not really... Covered,” you mumble, keeping your eyes glued to his face. You can feel your face burning up as he glances down to see that nothing was covering his area.

“Sorry,” he told you sincerely. “But I don’t really have anything to cover it up.”

Without a second thought, you shrug off your plaid and hold it out to him. Paul sends you a grateful smile as he takes the shirt. Quickly tying it around his waist, the shifter then scratched the back of his head nervously.

“I didn’t mean to scare you back there,” he told you honestly.  “It’s just- I’ve got problems with anger and- You’re my soulmate and it doesn’t help that your family are vampires and- There’s so much on my mind right now.”

You barely make eye contact with him for a second before you quickly look away.

It’s not that you feared him. I mean, you were terrified, but the things that were coming out of his mouth were terrifying. You were soulmates... With an angry shifter who hated vampires.

Things didn’t look so bright for you.

“We should probably go check up on Jacob and the others,” you tell him quietly. “Bella called my dad and my family is probably worried by now.”

As you walk back towards the reservation, Paul grabbed your hand. You jumped at his touch but calmed down when he gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“Why won’t you look at me Y/N?” He asked quietly. “I know I’m not exactly what you’re used to, but I’m honestly trying here.”

“I... I know you are. But it’s just a little hard. This is just so sudden.”

Just as you go to say something else, you stumble over a sudden dip in the road. If it hadn’t been for the shifter’s quick movement, you were sure you would’ve fallen on your face.

Paul had grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into his grasp. Once you had been close enough, he then scooped you up into his arms, far off the ground. On instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him like a baby koala.

“You all right?” He asked you quietly.

“I-I’m fine,” you stutter. “J-just having a b-bad day, apparently.”

Paul made sure you were all right before he continued to make his way back to Emily’s house. You were content just staying there in his hold, but something felt off.

You did just meet this guy an hour ago.

“Are you going to set me down?” You ask Paul quietly. The shifter glanced at the road before he shook his head with a smug grin. He only held you closer as he carried you back towards the reservation.

“Set him down there,” Sam commanded Edward. With a nod, the vampire helped a newly shifted Jacob onto the couch.

“It was my fault,” Jacob groaned suddenly. “I was stupid enough to separate Y/N from Paul. That’s the worse thing you could ever do.”

Edward took a step back as the other shifters surrounded their brother. They all joked about how stupid he was, but anyone knew that they were just happy he was okay.

“I can’t contact Paul,” Sam confided within Edward, away from all the fiasco. “I know he’s somewhere out there but-”

“He’s right outside,” Edward interrupted, looking towards the staircase.

Sam took a single whiff of the air before he bolted down the steps. Edward gave Bella a swift kiss on the forehead before joining the shifter downstairs.

What he saw made him want to screw the treaty and rip off a shifter’s head.

Paul stood in the kitchen practically naked. The only thing that covered him had been a (Favorite Color) plaid around his waist and Y/N clinging to his chest. One of his arms supported their legs while the other held their body closer to him.

Edward took a step forward to check on his sibling, but the shifter had other ideas.

Paul let out a low growl, a ferocious sound as he glared daggers at the vampire. His grip on Y/N only tightened as he bared his teeth, ready for an attack.

“Paul,” Sam warned. “It’s okay, just let him check them.”

Paul let out another growl before slowly nodding his head. Edward didn’t waste another moment as he placed his hands on Y/N’s face. The shifter couldn’t hold back a cocky grin as the figure in his arms almost recoiled at the coldness in the touch.

Paul... Want to stay.

Edward grimaced at the fact that Y/N willingly wanted to stay with these mutts, but he was in no position to deny them. Especially since he could never deny his baby sibling of anything.

“They’ll be safe here?” Edward asked no one in particular, removing his hands from the girl’s face.

“I’d protect them with my life!” Paul snarled protectively.

I know you would, the vampire thought. Refraining from rolling his eyes, Edward spared Y/N a last peek before making his way back up the stairs to retrieve Bella.

Paul didn’t spare him another glance as he stared at you.