Author's Note: Alright, I am rather shocked that I am writing a Twilight Fanfic. But, I have been enjoying other people's stories about the wolf boys. Inspiration hit. So, what the hell...
Please be warned that there are topics of violence, anger, abuse, sex, and other adult themes. This is rated M for a reason.
Please let me know what you think. The stories I post here are not perfect. I do not edit enough for typos and grammar. Mostly, I work on these stories to shake up emotions and other projects. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated as it will help me grow as a writer with style and content choices.
I hope you enjoy.
The forest was alive. The sounds of birds, water, wind through the trees. It was a familiar drum of nature that called to a wolf.
Paul was no exception to that.
He was in fact, a wolf. Well, a human that turned into a wolf. As were several of his brothers and one sister among the Quileute Tribe. They were the protectors of their people. Triggered to change into werewolves when the threat of their enemy was close to their lands.
In recent years, their natural enemy had been close. Some, were respectful of old treaties, able to be reasoned with, and for the most part, appeared to be decent human beings, for vampires. However, their presence drew the attention of other vampires. Those that did not feed only on animal blood, those that hunted humans without mercy.
It was because of those parasitic leeches that lived off of the blood of human pray that Paul ran through the forest in wolf form, on patrol for any sign that a vampire would cross into their lands. The pack was strong, large, and well trained for hunting and killing the disgusting blood suckers. It was a responsibility the entire pack took seriously. Even if they didn't always take themselves seriously.
Paul paused at the edge of the forest to look out over the road that lead from their home reservation to the closest town of Forks. The wind ruffled his silver fur. Stormy grey eyes watched as a familiar green jeep made it's way back toward the owner's home. His heart felt a moment of pain and regret as he watched the jeep drive by.
Four years prior…
"Dude! Spill it!" Jared sat next to Paul in the school cafeteria with a wicked grin across his face. Jared had been Paul's best friend since grade school.
Paul leaned back with his hands crossed behind his head. "I have no idea what you are talking about." The sparkle in his eye and tugging at his lips gave away the smooth posture that he tried to create.
Jared stretched out a slender leg to hook a foot behind Paul's chair and pulled, sending Paul falling ungracefully backward onto the floor. Laughter erupted everywhere.
Paul's eyes narrowed on his supposed friend. "What the fuck?"
"You had that coming asshole. Now spill it. Did you really end up banging both of those college twins after the party or not? I want details man!"
Paul's lips slide into a wide smile. "Come on. Don't tell me that you doubt me now. I have never experienced anything so fucking hot. I mean, seriously, those girls were going down on each other while I…"
"Seriously?" The sharp voice cut off Paul's description of events from two nights before. "What kind of a sick asshole are you?"
Paul turned to see Tiffany. She was the lead cheerleader and had thrown herself at Paul for years. He couldn't help it if he was good looking and all of the girls wanted him. But, he really had no interest in sticking his junk anywhere near Tiffany. At least, not after he heard that she participated in a gang bang with the entire football team their sophomore year. Paul was a manwhore. He admitted that. But, at least he used protection and shit. He had some standards.
When Paul didn't answer, she stormed up to him. "So, I invite you to my party and you leave with twin blonde bimbos?"
"Yeah." Paul said and turned back to Jared. However, Tiffany did not let it go. She grabbed his shoulder, turned him and slapped him across the face.
Jared launched himself at Paul before Paul could lash out at the girl in anger. "Get the hell out of here!" He yelled at her.
Paul was vaguely aware of Jared's actions and reasons. Jared knew the life that Paul had come from. His father was a drunk. He never hit Paul. However, he was at the bar so much, or passed out from the alcohol that he never noticed or stopped his mother from beating the boy growing up.
The day that his mother finally left was the best day of Paul's life. At least, that was what Jared kept telling him. Paul still struggled to be the sober adult in the home, taking care of everything his dad neglected. But, at least, they no longer needed to worry that Paul's mother would break another bone or eventually kill Paul all together. Or worse, that Paul would kill her.
That is why she left. He had finally grown up enough that when she hit him, he hit back. She didn't know how to deal with that. So, she took off.
Still, years later, the anger remained. And, hitting Paul was the fastest way to send him into a blind rage. Jared knew his friend would never intentionally hit a girl. Alright, not hit a girl other than his mom, the one time. However, Jared also knew that rage didn't see the person, just the threat. Paul never talked about it. However, he knew that Jared saw enough to know. He was glad that his friend never pushed for him to talk about, and did things to help him, like hold him back from stupidity done in the moment of rage. Paul was would always love Jared as a brother for his support.
Tiffany ran off in a tirade of dramatics. Paul eventually calmed down once she left. Yet, as he started to sit down, he saw a girl looking at him from a table across the cafeteria. Her eyes wide with fear.
"What are you looking at?" He growled. The girl stood and tossed her trash quickly to leave.
Paul made his way to his last class of the day and sat down at his lab table in the back of Biology. He liked that he was in the back and alone. The teacher had tried to partner him with other students and decided that he talked too much with the other boys. And, he flirted way too much with the girls. It was best to let him sit alone. That was just fine by him.
"Alright class, it looks like we have a new student. Everyone, this is Anna Price." The teacher said.
"Jacobs. Please. Anna Jacobs." She said quickly.
"Sorry. Anna Jacobs. You may have a seat in back next to Paul." Mr. Samuels leaned over. "I am sorry, it is the only seat left. I can try to rearrange seats tomorrow if you prefer."
Paul looked up to see the girl that had stared at him in the cafeteria. She shook her head and quietly said that it would be fine. She walked over and sat in the empty seat.
The girls all murmured their jealousy. Anna remained with her eyes on the teacher or in the text book. Paul gave the girl a quick glance. She was not an overly attractive girl. She was short, a little on the chubby side. Her skin was lighter than most of the native girls in the school. However, her facial features and black wavy hair showed her Native roots. He could not see her eyes while in class, but he remembered her staring at him in the cafeteria. They were a hazel green.
The teacher rambled about the days lesson for the first half of the class. Then, he passed around packets for the lab partners to work on together. He paused and looked at Paul. "Need I remind you Mr. Lahote, that your attention should be on the class, not the pretty girl next to you?"
Anna visibly withdrew into herself and away from Paul at the words. Paul scoffed. She had nothing to worry about. She was not his type. He liked the girls who were hot, flirty, and ready. She was none of those things.
After Mr. Samuels walked away, Anna started reading through the assignment packet. Paul leaned over. "Don't worry. I wasn't planning on hitting on you."
She scoffed. "No. You just threaten to hit the girls you don't hit on." She retorted quickly. Still not looking at him.
That hurt. Paul never intended to hit a girl. What happened before was Tiffany's doing. He growled at her. "I have never hit a girl. You don't know me."
The two of them barely made it through the rest of the class enough to finish their packet.
As Paul walked out of the school toward his truck, he saw Anna walk out to meet an older man at a green jeep. 'Ahh, how cute, daddy's there to pick up the little princess.' He thought.
Then he stopped. Anna approached the jeep hesitantly. Then, when the man offered to take her bag, she flinched. Paul knew that reaction. Had she been hit?
Present day…
Jared walked up beside Paul as he watched the green jeep drive by.
"Thinking about Anna again?" Jared asked through a shared mind link that the pack had while in animal form.
Paul whined. "I just hope that she is alright and happy."
Jared sighed. "You don't think of her often, but when you do… I swear Paul, I think that she might be your imprint."
Paul turned on his friend. "What in the hell are you talking about? She left while I was transitioning. I never saw her after I turned wolf. And, I don't want an imprint. Shit, I like being able to bang any girl I want. What in the hell do I need an imprint for? Tie me down? One girl for the rest of my life? Fuck that!"
Jared shook his head. It was a button that Jared had pushed many times before.
Yet, despite Paul's vehement reactions every time, he knew that Jared saw through the crap. In all of Paul's rants against finding an imprint, he never denied that he wanted Anna to be his. The manwhore who would not hesitate to voice his opinions of women and if they are hot enough or not for his standards, had never once said a negative thing about Anna. Despite the fact that she was the opposite of what Paul claimed to want. Jared had brought up all of those points before.
"We have a patrol to finish." Paul growled and then trotted back into the forest. He did not want to listen to Jared rehash old arguments.
Jared looked at his friend. "What if I told you that Anna was coming back?" Paul froze at the question.
"It does not change anything. I still want her to be happy. Nothing about the rez, or the pack would make her happy." Then he continued into the darkness.
"Aren't you at least curious as to why she left?" Jared jogged along side of Paul.
"Will you just stop?" Paul groaned.
Jared wanted to know where things were. Paul never told Jared anything about Anna. For as much as Jared knew about Paul, his parents and his fears, Anna was a topic that Paul kept very close to the chest. In fact, Jared never knew there was anything between the two until after Paul turned wolf. The pack mind connected everyone to his pain when he learned that she had left. It was more of a shock to Jared than learning that he turned into a fucking wolf.
Yet, despite the fact that the whole pack knew his emotions, Paul still would not share the reasons why. He never allowed his mind to wander while in wolf. At least, not wander to memories of Anna.
Four years prior…
Paul waited for Anna outside of their Biology class. He had looked for her at lunch and did not see her, so he hoped to get a minute or two before class.
"Anna. Hi." He said quickly. "Can I talk to you?"
She narrowed her eyes on him with skepticism. "Why?"
"It isn't anything bad. Not really." His frustration was building. "Please." She nodded slowly. He guided her to the next classroom over which was empty for the last period.
"So, what is this about. Because I damn well know you are not trying to ask me out. And, if, by some fluke of logic, you are, I can save you the effort. The answer is no." She snapped.
Paul was stunned. He had never had a girl shut him down like that. Not that he was asking. But, damn, it was strange to hear. Especially her edge of anger. She was not the same, withdrawn girl from the day before. The defensiveness, it reminded him of himself.
Shaking his head, he returned his thoughts to what he was there for. "No. I am not asking you out. I just wanted to see if we could restart things. I know that I am a jackass sometimes. I have a temper. And, I sleep around. I am not perfect. But, it bothered me yesterday when you thought that I would hit a girl. I wouldn't. I swear. I am not that much of a monster."
Anna eyed him warily. "I saw you. You wanted to hit her."
He ran his hands through his hair. Hell, Paul didn't even know why it all bothered him so much, but it did. The idea that Anna was scared that he would hit her shook him to his core. "She hit me first."
"And, that makes it right?" Anna questioned.
Paul shook his head. "No. Of course not. It's just, just… Fuck!" He didn't know why he was trying to do this. He just felt like she would understand. Like they shared something. "My mom used to hit me. Okay! So, when people hit me, I kind of react out of rage. Not thinking."
He was trembling at the voiced confession. Eyes closed, his hands were pulling at the roots of his hair as he tried to calm himself down. To his surprise, he felt her warm hand on his arm. "I understand."
Those two small words were enough to bring the boy to his knees. "Please don't be scared of me. I won't hurt you."
She smiled down at Paul and wiped his tears away. "Friends?"
Paul let out a soft sob as he nodded his head. "Friends." He climbed off of the floor and ran his hands over his face as he tried to pull himself together. "God, I can't believe I fell apart like a pansy. I seriously hope no one else saw that." Then he froze and looked at Anna. Hell, he barely knew her. Maybe she would tell the whole school.
"I don't know what you are talking about? I saw nothing but macho male stupidity." Then she walked back to their Biology class. Paul smiled. The girl would keep her mouth shut. Thank the universe!
The rest of the week, they got to know each other in class. Paul learned that Anna mostly ate lunch in the library, studying while she ate. She had vaguely let it slip that she was behind on school work before she transferred to La Push High School. And, with only two months left before graduation, she did not have a lot of time to try to catch up. Paul had asked why she transferred so late into her Senior year, but she wouldn't say.
It was strange to Paul. He felt comfortable with her once they reset their chance to get to know one another. However, he had never really had female friends before. And, she was not overly interested in hanging out anytime outside of class. So, he left things as they were. Friendly. Uncomplicated. Yet, naturally perfect.
The next week, the class was given an assignment that required them to work together after school. Anna sighed and asked if Paul wanted to just go to her house on Saturday.
"You know that I might have a party to go to on Saturday." He smirked.
Anna rolled her eyes. "Oh please. Parties don't start that early. Come over at ten. We will be done early enough for you to go pretty yourself up and head out for your booty call."
"Why don't you come with me? Maybe you will meet someone."
"Ew. No thank you. I don't need any man in my life. Not now, not any time soon." Anna scoffed.
Paul raised a brow. "Oh, you like girls then?"
She shoved his shoulder. "No to that too, you perv."
His jaw dropped. "Seriously Anna. I have seen you. You don't talk to anyone but me. Why? You need to get out and live. Enjoy being a Senior in Highschool, before our golden years are over."
The look in her eyes grabbed at Paul's heart. She was too filled with pain to see her time as golden years to be treasured.
"I was never allowed to have friends before." She barely whispered the words. "This is new to me. Please just leave it alone."
He wished he knew what was really happening in her home. He wanted to stop it. To protect her. She was his friend. And, he wanted to be there for her the way Jared had been for him for so long.
She shook her head and regained her strength. "Ten o'clock Saturday, Lahote. My uncle will be home, and armed. So, no stupid ideas." She said as she left.