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My heart heavy, I trudged down the lane to the beach in La Push. I had come to meet Jake but he had had to go with he rest of the pack again, hunting. . . . . her. That was what made me most afraid. . . and guilty. Victoria was after me and if any of the pack got hurt it would be my fault! The nonchalant, in some cases enthusiastic way the pack handled the Victoria situation was enough to make my stomach churn. Did they not realise how much danger they were putting themselves into?Feeling sick with guilt and dread I sat down on the old tree on the beach, the one i had sat on way back when Jacob had first told me the legands about the Quileutes. I put my head in my hands and tried to think about something else, tried to convince myself that Jake would be ok, but I knew what victoria was capable of. I shuddered at the memory. Angry at myself, I stood up and started walking across the beach. Anything was better than sitting down and moping.
I looked up at the huge, looming cliffs as I walked and remembered seeing Sam and his 'gang' jumping off the edge, cutting into the icey water below. Today the water was grey and churning, waves smacking against the rocks with such force that the spray hit me even from here.
I couldn't stop thinking about the pack. I wondered if they would be back yet. Sighing, I turned around and headed back towards my tree.
. . . . . . . . Only someone was already sitting there! On my tree!
Ok, I knew it was stupid to think of it as 'my' tree but really, it was so far down from the main part of the beach that I didn't think anyone else really knew it was there. I was still a short distance away but from where I was standing I could make out that the person was a boy, maybe a bit older than me. As I drew nearer I realised that he was from the pack!I felt a smile spread across my face. Even if he wasn't Jacob, he was still from the pack and I was friendly with most of them.
That was when I realised who it was. Note that I said I was friendly with 'most' of them. This was Paul, the hostile, quick tempered wolf who had almost attacked me the day i found out werewolves existed not so long ago. Sure, I had forgiven him but we haven't exactly been that friendly or talkative to each other. I wondered if I should talk to him now, ask him if the rest of the pack were back aswell, so i could see Jake. Jacob Black was the only one who could make me feel happy adn I hated being away from him for too long. I couldn't trust myself not to start thinking about . . . . him. I winced and hugged my body as if trying tto keep it from falling apart. Gritting my teeth, I walked purposely up to where Paul was sitting.
I was quite taken aback when i realised he was crying. 'Paul?' I stammered, surprised.
'Are you ok?'
Paul looked up at me with tearful eyes. 'What are you doing her?' he spat.
My eyes widened in surprise at his hostility. Then they narrowed. I wasn't here to listen to an angry, upset werewolf tell me he didn't want me here.
'I could ask you the same thing!' I scowled. 'I was just asking if you were ok!What's wrong?'
Paul avoided my glare and scowled at the ground. 'I don't need you sympathy. I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me!'
Sighing, I sat down beside him. I couldn't leave yet.
'Then maybe you just need someone to talk to. someone to listen. '
He could be as unfriendly and hostile as he wanted but I wasn't going to stoop so low as to do the same back.
Paul didn't answer, but I noticed fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. He wiped them away fiercely, as if angry at them for betraying his usual tough act.
'I don't. . . I don't . . . ' His silent tears suddenly turned into sobs. I could only imagine what pain he must be feeling inside. I wanted, no, needed to know what was wrong. Watching him cry made me want to cry.
'Paul. . . . ' I touched his arm but he flinched away, still sobbing.
I recoiled, hurt by his abruptness. But I didn't give up. 'Tell me, ' I said simply.