"Sam, you can't force it! It's not like his imprint is going to fall out of -"
Paul's words were painfully short as a ripping sound cut through the air like a knife and erupted a wolf black as the night sky with the only aspect close to the stars, his eyes. Sam's pupils blended in so easily with the color of his eyes, making them go from soft and warm to beady and vicious in an instant.
"I don't know how long I have!" He thought, referring to the painful bite from one of the Cullen's that he received trying to go after Bella. The legend says that a vampire bite to a werewolf is completely fatal, the venom mixes with their tribal blood and it makes a completely toxic circulatory system. "Paul, Jacob needs ti step up and take responsibility, he's the true leader. I know he's decline again and again but this time he won't be able to weasel his way out of this." His lip curled up into a snarl, revealing one very large canine that was dripping with the toxic venom. His mouth came to a close as he looked off into the distance, catching a glimpse of a gold and red scarf as the owner disappeared behind a rather thick evergreen. The scene that was just going on between him and Paul must've looked rather interesting. A russet skinned young man was shouting at the top of his lungs dead smack in the middle of the woods to a werewolf that could easily be mistaken for a large bear. Sam looked around frantically as he tried to come up with an excuse as he phased back into his human form.
"Wizard." Paul whispered as he sniffed the air around him, his nose pointing in the direction where the young woman who looked to be about twenty stood well-hidden behind the evergreen. As he parted the branches with his hands, ignoring the prickling sensation that started in his hand from the corse tree. She was absolutely stunning, and Paul would have tried to pick her up if his heart didn't belong to Jacob's sister, Rachel. Back in his imprintless days, Paul would go from woman to woman. He would sleep around and most likely not remember their name the next morning, kicking them out of bed first thing as well.
As the branches cleared, it revealed the woman more clearly. "Probably part of the Ministry over in the UK." Paul thought to himself, judging by her hand that was frantically scribbling down notes. "So you'd really risk your life just to get your story, huh?" He mused, his left eyebrow raising as a smirk played onto his lips.
The young woman straightened up, pushing out her chest in self confidence as she cleared her throat. "Even though it's none of your business, I would." She had that stubborn look in her eye that she would argue to death about something with the Lord himself. "And it's not a story, I'm just taking notes."
"Notes for what, exactly?" Paul squinted his eyes to block out the sun that had now shifted directly against his face. He whipped around and shot a look at Sam as he heard Jacob's large construction boots thump quickly into the ground as he tried to get closer to Sam. "Tell him not now, we have company."
"Too late." Sam shouted, trying to outdo Jacob's snarl as he launched himself into the air and coming to a halt mid transformation once his eyes laid upon the young woman. His eyes softened, leaving the rage behind and crashing onto the dirt. "Jacob!" Sam boomed, making him jump to his feet and keep a straight face while he tore his eyes away from the girl and glanced at Sam. "I may not be Alpha for much longer, but with the time I have you need to treat me with the same respect as a Beta would, which you are."
"Now that you've seen all this, you do realize that we've got to kill you." Paul joked, but the girl drew her wand. "Well, I bet she isn't known for her sense of humor." He chuckled, shaking his head from side to side as Jacob fought to keep his eyes off of the girl.
"Who is that?" Jacob spoke for the first time, his voice hoarse from the impact his fall had on his throat and nonchalantly brushing off the dirt that accumulated on his shoulders. He couldn't risk someone finding out that he had imprinted, but by the smile that was painted on her face; he couldn't help but smile in return and at this moment, Jacob Black was fighting fate.
"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."