He was always angry. She was calm. Fire and Ice. Ying and Yang. Light and Shadow. Both were hurt. Both found each other. You know you want to read it. It's got wolves in it. ;)
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He always watched them with envy and annoyance. More annoyance then anything else (Or so he told himself). If he were to look at it the annoyance came strictly from the envy and he knew the envy was wrong. How could he be envious of his brothers for what fate decided to grant them with? They worked hard and deserved the happiness that came with Imprinting.
They looked so happy. Even Jacob, who had not smiled in years, had a grin on his face ever since she came back. Jared was always with Kim, or thinking about her and Quil was developing a taste for little girl toys (a very disturbing, yet amusing, development). Then there were Sam and Emily, but there had always been Sam and Emily. Always. And Seth...even the kid got someone, granted she was ten years old, but that was better then two. He would not have to wait as long as Quil.
Paul sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, slumping down into the couch and wishing he would just swallow him up and take him away from all this romance. It was making him angry, but everything made him angry. He got to his feet suddenly, getting questioning looks from the pack members as he headed to the door.
"Where are you going?" Jacob called.
Paul muttered something, knowing Jacob could not hear it and went outside.
It was not raining, but it was cold and it helped cool the anger down...a little. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his spiky hair, before he took off towards the woods in a jog. He was proud of himself for being able to control his anger and not transforming right away like he used to. He even had time to kick of his shoes and remove his clothing before phasing and breaking into a run.
He was aware of one of the pack members in his head, but they pulled out almost right away when they saw he was not seeing red or a danger to anyone. Paul shook his head; they still did not trust him.
The only sounds in the woods were his labored breathing and the vegetation crunching under his running feet. He slid to a stop when another sound hit his ears and sniffed the air. His fur raised and he growled as an unfamiliar scent reached his nose. He relaxed, only slightly, when he realized that the smell was human. A scared, girl, human. As quietly as he could, he transformed and walked towards her scent and soon the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of tears could be sensed. Then, he saw her. It happened so fast that he reeled back and almost went running in the opposite direction. He stayed firm, however, and rode the strange feeling out. It felt like someone had tied a string to his chest and was pulling him towards her. It hurt, yet he welcomed the pain and it made him happy. He had to know more, no everything, about her. He needed it, more then he had ever needed anything in his life. It was...incredible. He took a shuddering breath and pulled on the raggedy pair of jeans.
She was in the clearing, sitting against a tree with her arms wrapped around her body. He got closer and stuck his head into the clearing, but she did not see him. Her face was buried in her lap and he could hear her sobs. Softly he stepped out of the cover of the woods and made his way towards her. She did not lift her head. When he was close enough he bent down and touched her knee.
She jerked her head up with a screech and fel back, smacking her head on tree trunk.
"Ow," she muttered.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly.
She shook her head and looked up at him. "Yeah, yeah," she wiped the tears out of her eyes. "You just startled me that's all."
He starred at her. He could not help it, she was just so...lovely. Her skin was pale like anyone who lived in a place where there was a lack of sun and her hair was a very light brown. Her eyes, likewise, were brown and her lips looked nice as well.
"I-is everything alright?"
Paul blinked when he realized he was starring, but he handled it well. "I should be asking you that. I'm not sitting in the woods in the middle of the night, crying."
"I wasn't-" She did not bother to finished, when she realized the evidence was streaked all over her face.
"What are you doing out here?"
"I-well," she paused and bit her lip. "It's a long story."
Paul sat down, cross legged, in front of her. "If you want, you can tell me."
She gave him a sharp look. "I don't know you. How do I know you're not some...freak."
He grinned at that. "Oh, I definitely am a freak. Don't worry, I don't bite though." That last line amused him. "I'm Paul."
"Angela. Are you a friend of Jacob Black by any chance?"
Paul raised an eyebrow. "How'd you guess?"
"You all look the same. I-I was a friend of Bella's."
Paul's eyes narrowed and felt the anger he always felt when anybody ever mentioned that leech loving bitch that broke Jacob's heart. His fingers dug into the dirt beside him as he tried to gain control of himself. He could feel his body vibrating.
Her voice snapped him out of it, much to his amazement.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I just-mentioning her makes me angry. For Jake's sake."
"Oh, right. I forgot about that."
There was a slightly awkward silence and Angela tried to look everywhere but him.
"How did you end up out here?" Paul asked.
Angela starred down at her lap and he saw the tears well up in her eyes again. He had to stop himself from taking her in his arms and wiping them away.
"I-I ran. I broke up with my long time boyfriend. We were dating in high school, but I guess he wanted more then I was willing to give. My father is a pastor you see and it's against my faith." She blushed a little. "We had been on the rocks for some time, but I thought it was getting better." She sniffed as more tears came. "I mean, he was happier then I had ever seen him. I thought we might actually work. Then I found out he was cheating and that's why he was in a better mood." Her jaw clenched angrily. "I don't know how he thought he could hide it in such a small town. I never thought one of my friends would do that to me."
Paul was quiet for some time, though he was angry with the little bastard that hurt her so badly. Strange really, considering now that she was free he could make his move with out feeling guilty. If he chose to make a move. He knew he had to wait until she healed a little bit before doing anything.
"I-I'm sorry, I should not have burdened you with my problems. It's just...I've never been able to talk to anyone so easily. It's strange."
"Yes," he said softly. "Strange."
"I ran away," she said, answering his unspoken question. "Got in my car and just ran away. It broke down, but I just got out and continued running into the woods. When I finally became logical again I realized I was lost. I don't know how to get back."
Paul got to his feet. "Well, I could help you get back to the road and your car, but La Push is closer. I can take you there and you can call someone to pick you up. Do you have anyone?"
Angel nodded. "My father."
"Alright then, let's go." He held out his hand for her to take and helped her to her feet. He was surprised, yet pleased to see that she stood tall enough to almost look him in the eyes. He was six foot seven and this girl was bordering on six one. She was taller then Samara even, who was the tallest of all of the mates at least until Claire grew up. She did not pull her hand away from his as he led her through the woods. He was not complaining. Twenty minutes later the lights of Jacob's house could be seen and the noise of the get-together could be heard.
Angela looked at him questioningly. "We're having a little gathering."
"A little?" Her voice held this humorless note and her eyes were sparking in amusement for the first time.
He smiled sheepishly.
Angel pulled her hand away from his suddenly, as if realizing for the first time that she still held it. She starred at her own curiously. "You're warm," she finally said.
Paul shrugged. "I have a higher body temperature then most. C'mon, lets go see about your phone call."
He led her into the house, but the noise did not stop.
Angela starred in amazement at the sight before her. Seth and Leah had already left, leaving the rest of the pack, and whatever women they were imprinted too. Samara was sitting with her legs across Jacob's lap, leaning again the arm rest of the couch and watching him, hands resting on her swelling belly. Sam was bouncing the year old Rain on his knee and Quil was playing Strawberry Shortcake with Claire. Jared and Kim were in the kitchen, doing who knew what and the remainder of the pack were either wrestling or playing a card game.
"This is my family," Paul said with a shrug.
"How wonderful." He could tell she meant it.
Jacob finally saw them standing there. His eyebrow rose and he got to his feet and walked over. Silence descended on the room and Angela's eyes widened as she ducked somewhat behind Paul's large frame.
"There you are Paul," Jacob said with what could only be described as a feral grin.
Paul eyed him warily.
"You're Angela Weber right?" he asked.
"Yes and you're Jacob Black."
He grinned. "I am."
"She needs to use the phone," Paul said quickly as the noise started up again and Angela relaxed. "Her car is broken down."
Jacob nodded. "It's in the kitchen. It's cordless so if you need to take it in the back porch in order to hear you can."
"Thank you." Angela deftly dodged a wresting couple of boys and jumped over Claire's pile of dolls in order to reach the kitchen.
"Well, she'll fit right in," Jacob muttered.
"I don't know what you mean," Paul muttered back.
Jacob snorted and Sam and Quil came up behind him. Paul had a feeling he was in for it now. For what, he did not know, but he could tell by their postures they were about to tag team him.
"I can tell by the way you're standing," Jacob snapped. "You look like you'll attack anyone who even thinks about messing with her."
Paul scowled. "So."
"So! We're so happy for you!" Quil, said, as he pretended to cry as he hugged him.
Paul pushed him away and looked disgusted, causing Quil to laugh before he went back to Claire.
He felt a hand of led on his arm then and he looked to find Sam frowning down at him. "I'm going to be frank with you, Paul. If you can not keep in control and this girl-"
"Angela, ends up hurt then I will personally tear you to pieces."
Paul scowled and jerked his arm from Sam's grasp. "I would never hurt her."
"You don't think I though the same thing?" Sam asked softly.
Paul's eyes darted to Emily who was now playing with little Rain. He sighed. "I-you're right. I will do whatever it takes, Sam."
Paul just ignored him and went into the kitchen. Jared and Kim were sitting at the kitchen table, looking very demure and innocent, though Jared's shirt was inside out and Kim's blouse was buttoned incorrectly.
"Who's the girl?" Jared asked.
"Did she see you two?"
They were quiet for a few seconds. "Yeah," Jared finally said.
"I thought she was going to cry," Kim added.
Paul sighed and did not say another word as he stalked out the backdoor. He found Angela sitting on the porch with the phone in her lap and starring into space.
"Did you get a hold of anyone?" he asked, sitting beside her.
She nodded. "My dad's coming."
"I'm sorry you had to see them, to see any of them."
"No. It was...nice. They looked at each other like they were the only person of the opposite sex on the planet. Like-"
"They eat and breathe for one another?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that's it."
Paul nodded. "They're special. It's not the normal relationship you think it is."
Angela looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"
"It's hard to explain. You'll see. You'll find it eventually. I promise."
Angela grinned. "Thanks Paul. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't found me."
"Neither would I."
All he could think of was Angela, Angela, Angela. He had followed her father's car that night, hoping to see where she lived and realizing how creepy that really was. She lived next to the Lutheran church and he remembered her mentioning that her father was a pastor.
That was as far as he went, even though her room was on the ground floor and easily assessable for him to look in on. He went home.
He did not see her for almost a week and he nearly went crazy. He tried to figure out ways he could see her again with out it seeming weird, but none came to mind. Finally, she came to him. He was at home, working on the desk his mother had asked him to repair for her when he heard footsteps. He looked up over the woods to see Angela standing there with a camera around her neck.
He got to his feet, quickly, hitting his knee against the desk and cracking it. He frowned down at the wood before smiling at Angela.
"Hi. Um, Jake said I could find you here."
Paul nodded. "It's nice to see you."
"You too. I-I just wanted to thank you again for your help. I, well I wanted to see you again."
His grin widened. "I'm glad. I was trying to figure out how to see you too, just to see how you were doing."
"Well, I'm doing alright. I haven't seen him since, but I have seen Jessica."
"Ah. Do you take pictures?" He motioned to the camera around her neck.
"Oh, yes. I do. I wanted to see if there was anything I could photograph."
Paul nodded. "C'mon. Let's go see what we can find."
"Really? You're not busy?"
"I don't have any classes until tonight so I'm free until five."
He led her to the beach. He did not now anything about photography or light or anything, but even he thought the beach was a beautiful place. She seemed to think so too, for she kept snapping photo after photo. At one point she bade him to be her model and he complied. To hear her laugh at some of his ridiculous poses warmed his heart. All too soon, she had to go.
As they walked back to his house and her now fixed car she asked. "What are you studying?"
"Engineering. I'm working on my Bachelors. I got a scholarship."
"That's cool. Did you go to school here?"
He grinned. "For a little while. I got into some...trouble and was pulled out to do home schooling. I graduated on time though."
"Huh. I just graduated with my photography degree. I'm thinking about opening a studio in Seattle or Olympia."
"What kind of photos will you take?"
"All kinds. Family, graduation, glamour shots. I'll even travel to locations and such. There is so much beautiful scenery around here just perfect for that."
"Well, I'll think of you when I begin my modeling career."
Angela laughed and got a wicked smile on her face. "To late. Those pictures I took of you are going in the brochure and around the studio. So is little Claire and your friend Quil, and Jake. I snapped some of them before I came to see you."
She unlocked her car.
"I get it. You're just using me."
His fake hurt expression made Angela laugh. "See you."
She got into her car and drove away. Paul nearly dropped to his knees in relief that the day had gone so well. He was also glad that she did not notice the people, mainly Embry and Leah, trailing him. Probably on Jake's orders. They did not trust his temper. He was surprised that the thought did not make him angry. Perhaps Angela's calm spirit was rubbing off on him. He hoped so, because half the things he wanted to do with her could not have an audience. He shook his head and went into the house to get ready for class.
So it continued. Angela came to see him almost everyday, always thinking up an excuse to do so. Sometimes she would bring her camera and Paul would take her to places he thought she would like. She gave him copies of them all, but his favorite was the one she had taken of him and her in the woods. She had told him it would go in her studio on the wall.
They never once spoke of her former boyfriend, Ben, or the reason he had found her in the woods in the first place. The one time they had actually acknowledged it was when he had found her hiding in the magazine aisle in the drug store because Ben was at the counter paying for something. Luckily, Jacob had been there so he did not tear Ben to shreds. She had later confided in him that she was a little disappointed about that and Paul found out that Angela could have quite a macabre sense of humor.
Things continued on, perfectly, until one day when Angela came running into his house.
"I got it. I got it!"
He looked up from the text book he was studying. "Got what?"
"The space. It's in Olympia. I got the loan and the space and I'll be able to open my studio."
Paul's face broke into a grin. "That's awesome!"
"I know," she squealed, before hugging him tightly. He was surprised as never once did he allow him the touch her outside of posing for photos. She broke away with a grin. "You'll help me right?"
"What do you need me to do?"
"Some wood work. For the desks and waiting room and such. I know you are good."
"Of course I'll help. I just need to see the space and you tell me what you want."
"Thank you! It's so nice. There's even a little apartment for me to live in above the main studio."
Paul's smile faded when he realized that she would be leaving. Her eyes widened in realization.
"Oh! I'll still visit. I'd miss you to much if I didn't. It just won't be as much you know. It's not to far, not as close as Forks of course, but still."
"It's okay, Ang. You're right. I'm happy for you." He hoped he sounded sincere.
"Paul, you know you're one of my best friends right? I would be stupid if I just dumped you like this. I'll visit and you can too. I'll let you have the couch."
He grinned at her. "Thanks."
"Right. So you don't have a class tonight right?"
"So we can go and check out the space?"
Paul laughed. "If you want."
"Great!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the house.
The months went be way too quickly for Paul, even though he was barely seeing Angela two times a week at the most. He did run to Olympia just to catch a whiff of her scent or to see her. Twice, he had caught her getting out of the shower and had looked away quickly, feeling shameful that he had seen her, though he had enjoyed the view somewhat. Her studio was booming, as there were not many like it in the area. Families were always booking appointments and even schools wanted her to do their pictures. She got an occasional model, too, wanting shots for their agent. The risk of running her own business had paid off.
It was a year and two days after he had first met her when a problem arose. He had known, if he did not make a move, that she would find someone to date. And she did. His name was Steven and he was one of the teachers who had come to ask her about rates on school pictures.
"We hit it off," Angela told him as he mentally cooled his anger down.
"Do you like him?" Paul asked, strained.
Angela shrugged. "He's nice enough. I just feel like something is missing when it comes to him."
Paul let out a sigh of relief. "Oh."
"He might grow on me. That's why I said I'd go out with him."
"I see," was the tight answer. He looked away from her and out at the serf.
Angela looked up from where she was running the rocky sand through her fingers. "Something wrong?"
"No. I'm glad you're moving on."
Angela sighed. "It's hard. I'm still a bit paranoid you know."
"Yes. I know."
"I don't think he'll hurt me."
"Paul." He felt a hand on his knee. "Is something wrong?"
He glanced at her sharply. "Nothing's wrong, alright!"
She jerked her hand away like she had been burned. "No need to snap," she growled.
"I'm not," he answered in the same tone.
"Whatever," she muttered, getting to her feet and heading up to the embankment to her car. "If I did not know better, I'd say you were jealous."
"Hah, you wish!"
She did not answer; she just got in her car and left.
Jacob, Quil and Embry found him a few hours later, banging his head against the rock over and over again. There were tell tale signs of blood and a small scar where he did not give the wound time to heal before he continued his banging.
"What happened?" Quil asked.
Bang. "I don't-" bang- "want to-" bang- "talk about-" bang- "it." Bang.
"Stop that!" Jake ordered.
Paul just kept doing it.
"That's an order, Paul."
"You realize he likes the pain," Embry put in.
Jacob rolled his eyes and pulled Paul away from the rock, sending him sprawling in the sand. "What happened?"
"I did something stupid," he muttered.
"What?" Quil asked.
Paul told them and they just starred at him.
"It's been over a year, Paul," Jacob said. "You probably should tell her."
Paul muttered something under his breath.
"What?" Quill asked.
Embry spoke up. "He said he does not want to tell her because he is afraid that she will reject him and he'd rather just be friends then have nothing at all or her being scared of him."
Paul nodded miserabl.
"How do you think I felt," Jacob said. "Or Jared or Sam or Seth...well, forget Seth his was a special case."
"I know. I know. I'm a coward Jacob. You know that. I hide my fear behind my temper."
"You haven't lost you temper since you met her and when you did just now it was normal. Nothing dangerous came of it. You can't use your anger as an excuse any more."
Paul was silent. Then: "What do you want me to do? Interrupt her date?"
"First, you need to clean that blood off your face."
Paul reached up and touched his forehead, feeling the dried blood. The wound was healed. "Alright."
He had to wait until the date was over and catch her once she got home. That was the only way he could get her to listen. Dragging her away and telling her that he was a werewolf and that she was his soul mate required an open mind on her part. Not one closed in anger. So here he was, sitting in her living room from where he had climbed in the window and waiting for her. Luckily, she was not the kind of girl who brought a guy home after the first date.
As the clock on her DVD player read 11:30, he heard the sound of a key in the lock. He took a deep breath and wished he had brought a shirt.
She entered and turned around to close the door behind her. He starred. She looked so beautiful with her hair swept off her face and in the black, knee length, dress she was wearing. She was his, she had to be his.
She turned and jumped in surprise, nearly falling over when she saw him sitting there. "How did you get in here?"
She looked over at the window that sat two stories off the ground.
"It wasn't easy, let me tell you."
"What are you doing here?"
"I had to tell you something."
"Couldn't it wait? It's been a long day and I'm tired."
"If it could, do you think I'd risk breaking my neck."
She sighed and removed her earrings. "Is it about why you were such a jerk today at the beach?"
"Part of it." He sighed. "That's complicated you see- I don't know where to begin, really." He sighed again and rubbed his head. "You won't believe me."
Angela frowned. "Paul?"
"Just, let me talk and don't interrupt. Please."
"Alright." She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You should sit down, it's a long story. "
Angela sat in one of the chairs and Paul sat across from her on the foot rest.
"Alright. You know my tribe is supposedly descended from wolves, right?"
"That's not completely true. Only a certain number of us are. It's a blood line see and it's not always there. I mean we can't all turn into wolves when ever we want. We have to have the right blood and the right conditions."
"What this got to-"
"You promised. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that a certain blood line can turn into wolves when the tribe is in danger. The danger is something called the Cold Ones. You'd call them vampires."
"Over a hundred years ago, Jacob's great grandfather and the tribe elders made a treaty with a group of cold ones stating that as long as they stayed off our land or did not bite anyone, then the wolves would not bug them. While they were around a new pack of wolves were formed, but once they left it did not pass on. Then, they returned during this generation."
"Wait a minute! What has this got to do with anything?"
"Everything, Angela. It has everything to do with it. You know these Cold Ones, these vampires. You know them as the Cullens."
She starred at him blankly. "The Cullens?"
Paul nodded. "That's why they never came to any of the bonfires with you guys. They were not allowed to on pain of death."
Angela glared at him. "If you don't want to tell me the truth you don't have to."
"Don't be stupid," he snapped. "I wouldn't have come if I planned to lie to you."
That stumped her. "Then, who are the wolves?"
Paul was looking at her thoughtfully and pulling at his ear.
She gasped. "No. Not, you and Sam and-"
"Sam was the first of us to change. He was alone for about a year before any of us were old enough to make the change. It's like puberty or something."
Angela was on her feet and backing away from him. "I don't believe you. You're not a werewolf. Werewolves don't exist, vampires don't exist." She sounded hysterical.
"Angela!" He got to his feet. "You need to relax."
"How can you expect me to relax? Everything I know is wrong. Are their fairies too?"
Paul looked at her in surprise. "I-I don't know. I've never seen one."
That stopped Angela from saying anything. "Y-you're serious. You actually think you're a werewolf."
Paul closed his eyes in exasperation. "I can prove it to you."
"No you can't."
"Have I ever been crazy before?"
"There's more, but you need to accept this before I can continue."
"I can't accept this. It's ridiculous."
Paul looked exasperated. "You're being difficult."
"Why would Bella intentionally marry a vampire?"
"BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE ONE TOO!!!"
Angela jumped back at his roar.
"That's what hurt Jake so much. That's what hurt us. She was our friend, our sister. When he left, we cared for her and she went back with him. Our enemy. She led Jake on, only to dump him for that blood sucker. After she got married she had them turn her. She's one of them Angela." His frame was shaking in anger now, anger he hadn't felt in ages. "Angela I need you to go into your room and shut the door."
She did not argue. She slammed her door behind her and listened as there was the sound of breaking glass and ripping upholstery. There was silence as Angela caught her breath and opened the door a crack. When nothing attacked her she stepped out and looked around her living room. The first thing she saw was her couch, completely destroyed. Something caught her eye and she turned and had to bite back a scream.
Laying in her living room was the biggest wolf she had ever seen. At least, she thought it was a wolf. It looked up at her with dark eyes as if to say ‘I told you so.'
The wolf whined and crawled forward on his belly. Angela gasped again and dropped to her knees. "I-I-I-..." She did not know what to say. What could she say.
The wolf, Paul, cocked his head to the side and crawled towards her again, stopping right by her knee. She numbly set her hand on his head and scratched his ears. He sighed and leaned into her touch.
Angela blinked and then laughed. Long and hard. It was a shocked laugh, one that you have when you know what happened isn't at all funny, and you just don't know how to react.
Paul whined again and got to his feet, trotting over to the bedroom. Angela frowned when his voice came from inside.
"Do you have a towel or something?"
"I don't have any clothes."
"Oh. Um," she was blushing. "Sure. They're in the bathroom, under the counter."
He came out a few second later with a towel wrapped around his hips. Angela cleared her throat nervously and looked anywhere but him. She had seen him with his shirt off a lot, he never wore one, but he had always been wearing pants or shorts, never a towel.
He sat down across from her again. "Now do you believe me?"
"I'm sorry I could not control myself. Thank you for listening to me."
"Would you have killed me?"
Paul was silent for a long time. Finally: "Not on purpose. I would never hurt you are purpose. Remember that alright."
She nodded. "What else did you need to tell me?"
More silence and he starred at the dark blue fabric of the towel.
"It can't be harder to accept then werewolves."
"Yes it could," he said softly.
Angela looked at him expectedly.
"All of us wolves have on mate and one mate only. Sure we technically have as many as we want. We are human. But there is only one person who are wolf accepts fully. Who it will love, protect and cherish. We're perfect for each other, see. We can be with other people, but there will always be the feeling that there is something more."
"That sounds romantic."
Paul gave her a lopsided smile. "When we find this person, this girl, it feels like...well it feels like someone has tied a string to your heart and is pulling you towards that person. Jake would say it feels like gravity."
"Sam and Emily? Jake and Samara? Seth and-"
"Yeah. Exactly. I told you their relationships aren't what they seem."
"Wow," she breathed and shook her head. Why are you telling me this?"
Paul sighed again. "Over a year ago we were having a little get-together at Jake's house. Seeing everyone acting all mushy made me envious and angry. I had to leave before I hurt someone. So I did. I ran until a strange scent hit me. It's not that I never smelt something like it before, it was just a strange place to smell it. I followed it and found this girl, crying in the middle of a clearing. That's when the gravity thing happened."
He risked a look at her and saw her starring at him wide eyed.
"You're kidding me."
"Don't you ever wonder why you were so drawn to coming back to me?"
"I liked you. You seemed nice and lonely. You were easy to talk to, fun to be with, I liked your laugh and sense of humor. It was like mine in a way. You were interesting and you supported me."
He raised an eyebrow.
"That doesn't mean we're soul mates. I mean-"
"You didn't like the guy you were with did you?"
"No," she said finally. "My mind kept straying."
"You," she said, almost breathlessly. "Holy-" With that she burst into tears.
"Angela?" Paul quickly slid off the foot rest and onto his knees in front of her. Because of her height, there eyes were level. "Please don't cry. You don't have to be with me. I'll leave you alone if you want."
"No!" she said quickly. "No." She threw herself at him, nearly knocking him over, and hugged him tightly. "I don't want you to leave."
Relief flowed through him. "I won't," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "I won't."
She looked up from where she had her head buried in his warm shoulder. "Really?"
He did not bother answering her with words. When he broke the kiss, she looked slightly dazed. He grinned and opened his mouth to say something when she grabbed his head and pulled him into another kiss. That sure move seemed to be her only one, when she hesitated with the rest of the kiss. He took control again, but pulled away when she yawned.
"Sorry," she said.
"You're tired. It's been a long day. I should go."
"I'd have you sleep on the couch, but..."
He looked at the mangled object that was formally known as a couch. "I'll get you a new one."
Two Months Later
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Paul muttered.
"He's just her father. Besides, we're all here. That's the reason you two decided on a bonfire remember," Jacob said, patting his shoulder.
"It should have clued me in when she thought it best we were in a large group to meet him."
"You helped her get over a jerk and you waited a year before you announced your intentions. He can't blame you for taking advantage of you while she was in a delicate state."
"The thought never crossed my mind, Samara."
"It would for some men. Like Embry for instance."
"Embry's a player."
"Exactly. No good father would let him around his daughter. And it's not like we're telling him the whole truth."
"True. Alright. Time to go face the lions."
"Look at it this way," Jacob said. "Lions are big cats and you are a big dog, dogs beat up cats."
Paul frowned. "That's not true you know. The dog always ends up with his nose scratched."
"You're not helping yourself.
Angela was standing with Emily near the table when Paul arrived. He could see a tall, balding man, talking with Sam a little ways off. She grinned when she saw him.
"Hi." He kissed her on the cheek.
Angela giggled. "You're being good."
"Your dad's here and he's a pastor," he whispered fiercely. "Besides, him forbidding me to see you makes things difficult."
"I live on my own, Paul."
"Would you go against your dad, even for me?"
She paused to consider. "Not without some guilt, no."
Angela shook her head and laughed. "Alright, let's go introduce you to my dad."
"I can't wait."
"Sarcasm does not become you."
It turned out Paul did not have to worry about anything; Robert Weber was a nice guy. He did question Paul fiercely. Like when he visited Angela and how long he stayed. He fired off questions so fast that Paul did not have time to make up any lies. Luckily, his answers were satisfactory, but Paul wondered if this guy was a cop or a pastor. He came out of it unscathed and looked so relieved when he plopped down next to Jared that the other boy laughed.
"It wasn't that bad was it?"
"How would you know? Kim's dad isn't around."
"True," Jared laughed.
Five Months Later
"You throw that at me and I swear I'll hurt you."
"It's just snow."
"And I'm warm."
"Yeah, well, I'm not."
"AH! You, you, you- son of a-"
"I can turn that one against you, you know."
Angel huffed and brushed snow off the front of her jacket. It was a Sunday afternoon and they were hanging out at the Reservation. "It's cold," she just repeated.
"No you're not. I can tell by the look."
"Do you want be to warm you up?"
"No, I want you to stay away." She stuck her tongue out at him before giggling.
"How is that productive?" He was fast and had her in his arms before she could move or protest. She put up a small fight, mostly for show, before relaxing into him.
His chest vibrated in her ear causing her to sigh. "I love you."
This surprised him. In the seven months since he admitted to her that she was his soul mate, never once did either of them say that they loved the other. It was something they both knew, something that happened because of their birth. Hearing it was different. It filled him with a thrill he had never known before. He grinned into the air above her head.
"I love you too."
It was the best New Years kiss he had ever gotten. To have her body pressed against his as the rest of the pack rang in the New Year was magical. He broke there kiss to look into her smiling face.
"Happy New Year," she murmured.
He just nodded. "I...need to talk to you about something."
He took her hand and led her out to Jacob's back porch. Sam, who was holding his sleeping son in the quiet of the kitchen, gave him a thumbs up as he passed. Angela did not seem to notice.
Once outside, she looked at him expectantly. He really did not know where to begin. He had practiced, of course, but now it just seemed obsolete. He cleared his throat. "You know I'm graduating at the end of the spring semester right?"
"I'm going to try to find a job in Olympia and-" He growled. "I really don't know how to do this."
"Say that again?" Angela looked at him wide eyed.
"Will you marry me?"
"Why are you crying?"
"It's just, I-I know it's expected with us being forever and all, but I never thought you'd-"
"Not make you honest?" he asked with a dopy grin. "We haven't done anything, Ange."
She blushed. "I know. What's I'm trying to say is: I would love to marry you Paul." With that last remark, she hurled herself at him so hard that he nearly lost balance and fell of the porch.
This kiss and the one after that, were much better then the New Years Kiss. There was a sudden roar from inside and Angela pulled away.
"Someone was spying," Paul muttered.
"You're going to fall through the floor," Sam muttered as he watched Paul, pace up and down the small room where he was changing.
"I can't breath in this thing!"
"I know. It's terrible," Jacob said understandingly. "You think when I married an artist I'd get some kind of artistic come as you are wedding. Not the case. And the person, who got the suit, got it half a size to small. Consider yourself lucky, boy."
Paul rolled his eyes. "Still sucks."
"Don't you think it's worth it? Hello, you get your wedding night," Embry said from his spot. "And these tuxes do make things difficult."
"Only you would think of sex," Paul snapped.
"That's not the point."
"Yeah, it really is."
"Shut up, Embry."
"Yes, Jake." He grinned at the young alpha. "I'll be good."
Jacob turned to Paul. "Believe me, it will be worth it just to see her. I have. She looks stunning. They all do."
Paul nodded and there was a knock at the door. Samara, who was in charge of making sure things went smoothly, stuck her head in. "It's time boys."
"Oh God, help me."
Paul could not remember the ceremony, not at all. The only thing he remembered was watching Angela walking down the aisle like a vision. She looked perfect. He figured he must have said ‘I do' and had the ‘until death do us part' thing happen, but years later if he were to recall it he would not remember a thing. The reception, don't even ask. The wedding night? Well he could give you a play by play if you asked. He was, after all, a guy who had been around his very attractive soul mate for over two years and had never once touched her like that. Unfortunately for him, and to Angela's mortification, the whole pack knew what went on that night and Samara, Emily and Kim had a frank talk with her that she just could not think about it, it would happen no matter what.
January, two years later
"You're sure?" she asked the doctor, checking over the charts.
"I'm pretty sure, Mrs. Simon. This is a fairly easy test."
Angela nodded. "I can't believe it."
"Congratulations again, Mrs. Simon."
Angela left the room in a daze. When she got home to the apartment above her studio, she looked up at it fondly, a decision already made.
Paul was sitting at the kitchen table going over some paperwork for work. He had been offered a transfer, a really good one, to start a branch in Port Townsend, a place closer to his home and pack, or to stay here. It was a tough decision for him and she was about to help him make it.
"What did the doctor say?" he asked, as she sat down across from him. He knew she had gone in, he just did not know what for.
"We're going to need a bigger place. There is not enough room here for three."
"I went to the doctor for a test. It came back positive. We're having a baby."
There was a stunned silence and Paul's mouth dropped open in surprise. "A-how-what-?"
"We have been trying," she pointed out.
He laughed and got to his feet, coming over to the other side of the table and lifting her out of the chair. "That's just-I don't know what to say-It's amazing, Ange."
She leaned against his chest. "Yes, it is. Now say we're going to Port Townsend and getting a real house."
"We're going to Port Townsend and getting a real house."
There were three great days in Paul's life that he will forever remember. All of them involve Angela. The day he imprinted, the day he married her and the day she brought his daughter into this world on a day that had been marked with sadness for his Alpha. Paul and Angela (with Jake's approval) named her Isabella Molly Simon. September 13 was no longer something everyone looked on with a sense of sadness. Instead they would celebrate the life of a new pack member. A new Bella.
The day she had arrived he had been pacing in the hospital for an hour before he had the sense to call his friends. Unfortunately for the staff, they all came. Every last one of them. The doctor ended up kicking everyone under eighteen out, much to Seth's annoyance since he would be eighteen two weeks from the date. When the doctors finally let him in to be with her, he wished they didn't. He had never heard Angela cuss before and this was the worst cussing he had ever heard. She rivaled even Jake's mouth which was quite an achievement.
Nine hours later, it was over and he got to hold his daughter for the first time. The feeling of protectiveness and pride filled him and suddenly he understood why father's hated it when other men came into their daughter's lives. He, as a male, knew what the thought and the thought of men thinking of his daughter like that made him want to kill something.
The pack was crowding around the nursery window so Paul walked over it to show her off. He remembered Sam doing the same thing. Twice.
"Aww," Quil cooed. "She's cute."
"You and little girls." Leah rolled her eyes.
"I think she's wonderful. Very...pretty."
"Embry," Jacob said slowly. "Paul is going to kill you."