Chapter One

Taming the Wolf

My gaze lingered on the limp body in Sam's arms. Her face was turned away from my direction, but by the expression on Sam's face every time he looked at her, she wasn't looking her best. A small part of me pitied the fragile girl, but the majority of me believed she almost deserved this treatment. Despite the feelings Jacob had for the chick, she was seriously nothing special, and what could she expect from running with leeches?

I watched Charlie clenching his jaw as he took Bella from the arms of Sam, trying his hardest to hold it together Jacob watched from afar, anger evident on his face. It seemed we weren't the only ones who despised leeches, although Jacob didn't even know they existed. Idiot.

It wouldn't be long until he joined us. Billy knew that it was only a matter of time before Jacob phased, and we told him again and again to watch his back around Jacob but he seemed to be ignoring our advice.

Sam joined me soon after Charlie had taken his daughter into the house and closed the door. I stood silently with my fellow wolves, watching the scene before me unfold with little interest. Today had been a good day for the pack; the Cullen's were gone and had left quite a scar behind them for certain people, but for us this was a sacred day. No more leeches to watch.

I took a deep, shaky breath as my eyes focused on the small group by the edge of the forest where Bella and Sam had emerged earlier. I knew Sam had been watching Jacob almost the whole time, his reaction to this would have been quite entertaining were we not in such a situation. I narrowed my eyes slightly when he glanced at me; I could feel the curiosity seeping from his gaze but I couldn't miss the malice following it. He hated us for some reason. Well, I would find out soon anyway seeing as his thoughts wouldn't belong to him once he phased. I felt my lips curl into a smirk and Sam growl beside me, giving me an angry look before he turned and ran into the forest, Jared following close behind. I considered following them, but my attention was suddenly caught by a small face staring out the upstairs window of Charlie's house. The person in question was a girl who appeared to be around seventeen- eighteen. Her hair was bunched up in a messy bun, only excusing the odd few loose strands to hang around her face and she didn't even seem to notice when it became looser and looser until almost her whole fringe was hanging limply in front of her rich, brown eyes. I winced at the pain I felt for this girl…wait- pain? Why would I be feeling pain for this leech lover? She practically walked into this!

I felt my heart stop when her gaze caught mine from across the road. Such a painful gaze…filled with sorrow and regret and guilt. I felt overwhelmed by the emotions radiating from her tired eyes.

She was actually quite pretty in a strange kind of way. If I excused the dark bags under her eyes, and her untidy mass of hair, or the way her lips were curled downwards and the way her eyes stared lifelessly and alone over at me, she could have passed for beautiful. Her skin was ghostly pale, unhealthily pale. She could have passed for a leech with her skin complexion, although she didn't smell nearly as bad.

She reminded me of my mother. She too had long brown hair and chocolate eyes; haunted eyes.

I felt myself sway as Bella stared straight into my eyes. Her gaze was unsettling and before I could control myself, my eyes closed and my body hit the ground.


Nine years ago

April 4th- Paul's 10th birthday

"Happy birthday, darling."

I gazed up at my mother and father with smiles on their faces as I unwrapped my first present. I was finally ten years old! My mother leapt forward to hug me and kiss my forehead whilst my father watched with a proud smile on his face. Everyone told me how much I looked like my father, and although I found it embarrassing most of the time, it was great to hear because father was a handsome man. My mother was a beautiful woman, with long flowing brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. She always smiled, and she had something to smile about too. Women in the reservation envied my mother because of her beauty and happiness; she had a handsome husband, a nice house, she was well off, and she had a son to be proud of. My mother descended from the original people to settle in La Push; in fact she was distantly related to Ephraim Black, which made me distantly related to Jacob Black, who was on of the local kids from La Push.

Although, my mother's past wasn't as crystal as her present. She had been abused as a child by her alcoholic father and her mother had died during childbirth. We rarely brought up her past, and the occasional times it was the topic of a conversation, we soon changed the subject. My father had had an easy life; his parents had been wealthy and lived in Hunting Valley in Ohio. Unfortunately, when father had told them that he was planning on proposing to mother, they didn't approve. Mother was from a respectable family, they were quite well off and mother was the beauty of La Push…but she wasn't quite enough for my grandparents.

"Thankyou!"I grinned, holding up my new toy car.

"See," my father said, elbowing my mother playfully, "told you he'd love it." he smirked and reached over to ruffle my hair up.

The rest of the day was great; my father drove us to the local restaurant and I stuffed my face with treats. This had to be the best birthday I'd ever had, just because everyone was having a really good time and we were all happy.

But things changed when we got home; mother made a joke about how fathers' parents hadn't bothered to even drop a message to say happy birthday to me. She had only meant it as a joke, but because father had drank a little, his reactions were exaggerated and comments that he would usually let slide would really get his back up.

I was sent to bed by mother just before father could reply to her. I'm glad I was; I didn't want to get caught in the middle of an argument between mother and father.

They argued for almost an hour before I heard a door slam and the sound of a car reversing out of the drive. My mother cried that night and father didn't return for a whole week. Today had been one of the best days of my life, but also one of the worse.


Christmas Day

Six years ago

Christmas day should have been a joyous day, but not for this family. Since my tenth birthday, father had started drinking and now I'm 13. I was shocked he hadn't died of alcohol poisoning yet. Sometimes I wish he had because he ruined my life; I hated him- no, really- I hated him.

We should have had traditional Christmas pudding today, but that wasn't possible because father had drunk the Brandy. Actually, not only had he drank the Brandy, but he had raided the whole house for any alcoholic drink and drank it before anyone noticed. Mother was careful not to buy any alcohol related drinks anymore, in fact, since the first incident on my birthday she had never touched the foul stuff again.

Father hadn't been in all day and when he was, he was drunk and decided to pop by at ten o'clock at night. I can't say it was a very eventful Christmas day.

I honestly had never heard my parents shouting so loudly at each other; I had never seen my mother so angry either. I watched from the corner of the stairs whilst my parents screamed at each other.

My father was practically tripping over his own feet, and had to hold onto the work surface to stay balanced. His eyes were out of focus, and he seemed to be trying his hardest to form his words properly but they only sounded slurred and exaggerated. He looked like an idiot.

I watched silently, shaking slightly with anger as he dared to insult my mother and accuse her of inexcusable things that were obviously lies. I don't know how she could just stand there and let him call her such foul names; if that were me, I'd have him against the work surface and kick the shit out of him!

I glanced up at the clock. It was almost 11pm and the whole neighbourhood was quiet apart from our house. It was so embarrassing to admit that he was my father; he had changed so much and all the arguing and screaming every night had made people avoid going near our house.

My fellow students gossiped about my family; they whispered behind my back when they thought I wasn't listening. They said that my mother wasn't as pure and innocent as she seemed, that she had other men in her life and openly flirted with them around her husband. They said it was all her fault that father had drinking problems because she was such a whore. Sometimes, I found myself picturing how I wanted to punish those prats for spreading bollocks. I found myself shaking uncontrollably, clenching my fists to prevent myself from smashing their faces in. My mother wasn't a whore, and the sooner they learnt that the better.

I was torn from my thoughts by a loud gasp from the kitchen, and my father came rushing through the hall with his fist clenched and his eyes blazing with anger. The front door slammed shut behind him, and once again the sound of a speeding car was heard from outside. God only knows how he hadn't killed himself yet from drink driving.

The following morning, mother greeted me as normal with a smile on her face, only this time she couldn't hide the sorrow in her eyes. Just before I left for school, I reached up to place a kiss on my mother's cheek and grabbed my bags.

She must have thought I was stupid if I hadn't noticed the purple bruise on her cheek.


Three years ago

Sixteen years old

Mother was out with her friends at the time and I don't blame her; if I still had Jared to talk to then I would probably be out this damned house all the time. But me and Jared never spoke anymore, not since he was introduced to Sam Uley. What was with that guy? He obviously thought he was special or something because he walked around like he owned the place! Not only did we never talk anymore, but I never saw him around school because he was always with Sam. I didn't see what was so interesting about him anyway; he really was just a butch guy on steroids who thought he was the leader of La Push. Actually, Jared was also a butch guy on steroids to be honest; he never used to look like that. He changed so much in a matter of weeks!

Dad hardly even bothers to go to work anymore, luckily though today he did. I needed a rest from the heartless bastard. Mom practically avoids him now, I think everyone tries to actually. The gossip died down after a few months, although the ghost of those foul rumours still lingered on the family. I hated everyone for the disgusting names they called my mom. She never deserved such treatment.

The majority of my time is spent either in my room or wandering along the shore line. I suppose it's relaxing in a way, but with all the shit going on in my life, reality can't hide away forever. I'm reminded of that when I finally hear my dad's heavy footsteps on the stairs, making their way to my room. I rush forward to keep a firm hold on the door handle before he could barge in unwelcome.

The handle rattles a few times as he tries with all his strength to open the door but he soon gives up and decides to smash his fist on the wood instead.

"Let me in!" he demands, banging his palm on my door again and again and again.

I mentally snort; not a chance.

"What do you want?" I ask, tightening my grip on the handle.

He doesn't answer for a while, and soon the banging stops and the sound of him plodding back down the stairs can be heard. I released my hold on the door handle and open my door slightly; just to make sure he wasn't tricking me.

I made my way downstairs silently, trying hard to make no loud noises which could trigger his anger. I find him sitting in the kitchen with a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Where's your mother?" he barked, taking a swig and gulping loudly before wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

"She's gone out." I replied, crossing my arms and watching him carefully.

"Don't talk to me like that, you ungrateful bastard!" he shouted, standing up and knocking the dinner table over. I backed up slightly; this wasn't going to be friendly.

Dad smirked at my reaction and dropped his cigarette on the floor before raising his fist and taking a clumsy swing at my face. It didn't touch me, but even if it had he had been so out of range it wouldn't have moved me. I felt anger boil up inside me.

I took a confident step forward and smacked my dad hard in the face before pushing him backwards against the wall. I watched him slump, seemingly too drunk to retaliate. Stupid me.

The moment I turned my back on the useless bastard, I felt something hard shatter over my back making me sway slightly from the pain. I turned to find my dad standing with the neck of his bottle gripped tightly in his hand, surrounded by shattered glass. His eyes were glazed over and he was in no state to defend himself anymore, but I found that I couldn't hold myself back. Anger blinded my vision and possessed my body.

As my father lay limply on the kitchen floor, my hands reached out of their own accord and gripped my dads' shirt, yanking him up and forcing him to lean against the wall. His eyes were closed, his body weak, and I took advantage of his vulnerable state. But all the while, I was convinced he deserved everything I would do to him. He was a monster and deserved to die.

One punch to his gut made his eyes flash wide open. He groaned in agony, hunching forward and clutching his head with both hands. Stupid bastard shouldn't have drunk so much.

The rest of the night went in a blur. I couldn't even remember what had happened after that until I felt my eyes focus again and the only memory of the past hour was pain. My back splitting and my shirt being torn to shreds. I remembered falling to the ground in agony, clutching my head desperately…and waking to find my dad sprawled before me with blood pouring from his nose and forehead, not forgetting three gashes along his cheek and terror in his eyes as he stared with wide eyes at me.

My hands felt damp, very damp and cold but I soon forgot as I watched my father scramble up from the floor and run from the kitchen shouting "monster" until he reached his car and drove as fast as he could away from the house, away from me.

I don't really know what came over me, but hearing my own dad calling me a monster… I found myself overwhelmed with sudden guilt, anger and sadness. Maybe I was a monster…

I bolted out of the house once the coils in my brain uncurled and headed straight to La Push beach where I sat silently, listening to the sounds of the sea and felt tears blur my vision. I drew closer to the edge of the shore and averted my gaze from the sky to the water to study my reflection. I was shocked by what I saw, because what appeared before me wasn't a normal sixteen year old boy as there should have been.

No; I saw a wolf instead.


Present Day

A small smiled played on the girl's lips and I found myself astounded at how she could smile after loosing someone she loves. Ok, he was a blood sucker, but she made it pretty obvious that she was obsessed with him…it made me angry to know that he could leave such a vulnerable girl on her own in the middle of a forest, in the middle of the night, and tell her he wasn't coming back.

I wanted to protect this girl with my whole heart and soul even if it meant putting my neck on the line for her.

"Sam, I need to talk to you." I growled, running through the forest once I had phased away from the public's eye.

"I think I already know why, but please continue Paul." He replied.

I stopped by the beach and felt my legs give way beneath me. "I've imprinted on Bella Swan."


Well this is the second story I've started so far, but the first one on Twilight. If you like Harry Potter then please, have a look at my other one. I hope you liked this so far, and I will update as soon as I can. x