Author's note: First and foremost, thank you for clicking on the story. It does have some sort of slash. I would like to thank my super duper awesome beta-readed/editor/best friend Lin. If you like wrestling fics, check her out at LinKiePu.

I'm not much of a writer, but i was in the zone. I was curious to see how the story would do in the ff world. Plus, there are very little stories about Paul. He seems like such a deep, complex character.

Any who, please enjoy and review!

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"Stupid, stupid, stupid." Frustrated with his own actions, Paul began to punch himself in the face. He realized he had hurt the only person he had ever loved. The one that loved him for him. "I gotta find him."

Paul bolted towards the nearest covering of trees. He knew what he had to do. He had to make things right. His world revolved around Frankie. Although Paul was ill-tempered, Frankie looked past the anger. He dug deeper. He was the only person that could calm his rage. Without Frankie in his life, Paul would have never seen true love.

Powdery snow fell from the midnight sky on the La Push reservation. The full moon glowed behind ominous clouds. It was cold out for any human, but not for a wolf.

Paul knew he would have a difficult time finding his soul mate on foot. On the other hand, his senses were heightened in his other form. He would be able to cover more ground on all fours. Behind the safety of the thick woods, Paul ripped through his clothes to transform into a wolf.

The enormous silver wolf pointed his muzzle into the air. Where could he be? He began to sniff out Frankie's distinct scent. Paul caught a faint whiff of a familiar warm smell towards the east. Instantly, he was off and running.

Who the hell is that? What a fucking fag. Snickers from his pack brothers came into his mind. Paul shook his head, trying to rid the reminders. It only fueled the wolf to run faster.

He was getting close; Frankie's scent was getting stronger. Paul began to take in the other smells in the air; sand, seawater, driftwood. He started to realize where he was headed.

The dense forest immediately turned into a sandy beach. The gray wolf leaped on to the moist sand and skidded to a halt. He was exposed to any eyes still lingering on the beach, but he didn't care. Paul dashed to the fallen driftwood, where he first laid eyes on Frankie.

He was there, in a fetal position on the ground next to the driftwood. Frankie was shivering under a thin sheet of snow.

Small whimpers escaped Paul's mouth. He was unsure what to make of the situation. He advanced towards his fallen love. Why, was all he could think about. He stood near Frankie. Paul lowered his muzzle to his beau. He gave him a wolf-kiss—he licked his face.

Paul felt undeniably defeated. Feeling extremely weak, he fell to the ground next to Frankie and laid his head on top the smaller form's body.

Restless, Paul slowly closed his eyes. Images of earlier had bombarded his dreams.

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"Who the fuck is that?" Embry called out to his pack brothers. He picked out an individual walking in the distance. He didn't fit the average stats of a Quillete boy. He was much smaller, and thinner. The pack snickered in unison. All but one.

"That's Frankie Redwood," Paul stated. "He just moved here not too long ago." The others were all puzzled by his response.

"You know him?" Quil asked.

"Yeah, I talked to him a couple of times. He's cool. Funny too," Paul smiled and laughed.

"Awww, don't tell me you're fucking gay," Sam bellowed. He didn't want any weak fags in his pack. "Are you, Paul?"

"Hell no!" Paul said in defense. "I ain't a fag."

"Prove it!" shouted Jared.

Sam smirked and agreed. He stood up and looked Paul in the eyes, "beat up Frankie, right here, right now. Prove to me you deserve to be in my pack. Unless you're a homo."

Paul was absolutely unsure of what to do. He had just met Frankie. He was a nice guy. Different from any other person he met. Paul was drawn to Frankie. But he wanted to stay in Sam's pack. Paul hated being called a gay, because he wasn't. Or was he?

"So what, Paul? You gonna do it?" Sam was waiting for a response.

Paul nodded, "yeah sure." He turned around and ran to Frankie. "Hey" he called out.

Frankie looked up in confusion. He saw Paul in the distance. "Oh hey, Paul," a small smile formed on his face.

Paul's heart dropped. Should he hurt his new friend to establish his membership to the pack? Or abandon the command of the alpha to protect a growing relationship.

"Sorry," he quickly said under his breath. Paul clenched his teeth, pulled back his arm and punched Frankie's lights out. He stood over the fallen body. "We don't want fags on our land!" In the distance, Paul heard Sam and the others cheer his clear knock out.

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