When Paul meets Bella, it starts a chain of events that nobody could see happening. That day, when Paul bursts, its not out of anger, its hurt and conflict. Imprinting on your worst enemies girlfriend and pack mates best friend? Could it ever get worse?
If your reading this, thanks for giving this story a chance! Its my first Bella and Paul, and is set just when Paul meets Bella in New Moon.
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This, actually was the final straw. They thought they could take Jake away, when he was all I had left? They knew, they must do, about the Cullens, about Edward and I, about everything, and yet they were determined to take away the last strand of my old life I had.
I didn’t care what Jake was anymore, what he had said last night did not occur to me when I was storming up to the foursome of half naked boys. Well, Sam was little over twenty, that made him a man.
Jacob had looked so innocent asleep in his barely big enough bed, that the face Sam had put on him had vanished, been replaced by the lines I had known so well before all this had happened. He became my Jacob and I wasn’t letting him get away.
“What did you do to him?!” I screamed, as I stormed over to the muscular foursome.
“Whaddaya mean, ‘what did we do to him’? What did he tell you……”
One of the boys trailed off, anger in his voice but horror and confusion hitting his eyes. He looked down abruptly as if trying to gain some sort of control before squeezing them shut and looking at me again, a hard glint in them.
‘Nothing! Because he’s scared of you!’ that made them all laugh, and I lost it, it probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but the boy that was in the slapping distance was the one who had spoken earlier and my hand collided with his face, hurting my palm quite a bit.
I quickly realised my mistake.
His eyes changed, shock, anger, hurt and horror, all apparent in them, he double over, holding his stomach, and shaking so hard I thought he would explode.
Sam stepped forward then. ‘Paul, calm down.’
Paul seemed to fall forward, vibrating violently. Halfway to the ground, there was a loud ripping noise, and the boy exploded.
Dark silver fur blew out from the boy, coalescing into a shape more than five times his size- a massive crouched shape, ready to spring.
The wolf’s muzzle wrinkled back over his teeth and another growl rolled through his collasal chest. His dark, enraged, hurt eyes focused on me.
I wasn’t afraid, but I knew I should have been. He had lost it, but he wasn’t going to hurt me.
Or was he?
I started to turn, only to hear the voice of my best friend, coming from the porch.
‘Bella!’ he shouted as he swung over the railing and came pounding across the grassland to me. The Paul-wolf started to stalk as I retreated, focusing on my back.
‘Jake.’ I screamed, running towards him, as he did the same. ’Jake, run!’
It was like my worst nightmare. Jacob leapt over me in a bound I wouldn’t have thought possible, and there was another-louder- ripping noise as Jacob exploded too. Becoming exactly like Paul, but a deep russet. The silver of Paul was prettier.
I lay there, astounded as they collided in the middle of the grass.
I couldn’t help myself, I never had much control over the whole wolf thing. Her slapping me hurt my feelings more than my face, and I could tell, even now as she ran away she wasn’t scared. I was glad.
I hated her, more than anything, that she had done this to me.
Jacob was charging now, leaping, phasing…and coming for me. I heard his snarl of anger that I had dared to threaten his best friend, and as he flattened his ears I leapt.
He bit into my shoulder, cracking down hard onto the bones and I let loose a horrible snarl. He pushed me away from the pack, into the forest, away from her. I didn’t even know her name.
Why’s her name so important Paul? So you can put it on her grave? Jacob’s harsh query made me flinch and he glowered his dark eyes.
What have you done?
I couldn’t answer, because I didn’t know myself and he could see that. He didn’t know what any of this meant, but it didn’t stop him taking a huge chunk out of my forearm.
Sam’s voice cut through the fray, causing us both to stop, minds black as the black wolf shrugged through the undergrowth. He released his grip on me and I sank to the ground, bleeding from my leg.
The statement made me think. Her chocolate eyes and hair to match, perfect ivory skin, and blush when she got angry. The ghosting feel of her hand on my face…
‘NO!!’ Jacob screamed.