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...

This is a continuation of of my first Twilight story "Protection". This can be read independently, however, the story of Paul and Anna's relationship would be found there. Just look under my profile.

Please be warned that there may be topics of violence, anger, abuse, sex, suicide 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. This is not 100% to cannon. However, I own nothing.

Now that I have been working on this story, I realize that there is very little of Embry's personality in the first several chapters because I write from Phyre's line of story. Please be patient as that will change later in the story. Yet, you get to see more of Paul, Collin, Brady, Seth, and others as the story develops.

I hope you enjoy.


The blistering fevers were getting on her nerves. Why wouldn't this cold go away? She was so hot that she wanted to strip down to a tank top even though it was only 55 degrees outside. Yet, she forced herself to keep her layers on. She needed them at the moment.

She had enough shit to deal with already and she hated to be sick.

Holding on to the shelves in front of her, for just a moment, the girl took a deep breath. Then, another. And, another. Once, her head stopped spinning, she opened her eyes again and refocused on her mission. She had already managed to grab a few snickers bars, packages of donuts and almonds. She still needed to get some Tylenol or something to help with the cold, before she got the largest soda that she could get in this little rinky dinky whole in the wall convenience store.

Just as Phyre started to pocket the meds, a hand quickly grabbed her jacket covered wrist.

"What in the hell? You a perv or something?" She growled as she looked up to the older man next to her. He was obviously one of the local men, that rich mocha skin, long black hair tied in back and deep chocolate eyes were a common combination. However, what stood out about him was his size. Fuck, he was as tall as a bear and as wide as one too. He was intimidating for an old man.

To her frustration, he smirked. "No. That's not gonna happen. However, I am not blind to the shop lifting that you are trying to get away with." And, he pulled her hand back out of her pocket with the medicine box still clutched into her fingers.

He shook his head. "Sorry darlin', but today is not your lucky day." He pulled out a wallet from his back pocket and opened it to show a badge. God damn it! He was Tribal Police.

Phyre tried to run. But, damn, his grip was tight. In her panic, her head started to spin again.


"Do you know anything about her Phil?" Phyre could hear a woman's voice. "Could she be Quileute?"

There was a long sigh. "I don't know Sue. I have never seen her before. But, we have more people living off rez than on it. All I know is that she doesn't have ID or anything in her bag."

Phyre wanted to stay quiet, pretend to still be asleep, but the body aches in her joints wouldn't let her. She rolled over and clutched at her shoulders. As she opened her eyes, she saw a woman with long dark hair smile at her and place a cool, comforting hand on her forehead.

"Hello. My name is Sue Clearwater. I am a nurse here at the La Push Medical Clinic. Can you tell me how you feel?"

"Like shit." Phyre's voice was dry and cracking. Though, she was surprised that the woman didn't flinch at her language. Most adults did.

Sue grinned. "As I remind my children... feeling like shit may be the honest answer. But, to help you, I need to get more of a description."

Phyre tried to roll over to the other side, away from the woman. Yet, all she could manage was to roll her eyes. "I hurt. Everywhere. My muscles, my bones, my joints."

Sue nodded her head. "I know you have a fever. And, you did pass out. What about your stomach? Are you nauseous? When is the last time you ate?"

"I am hungry. Really hungry. But, the last time I ate was yesterday. Just donuts that I could swipe at some truck stop."

She heard a scoff from near her feet. "Nice to know you make a habit out of shop lifting." The man that caught her glared with his arms crossed over his chest.

Sue looked up. "Sheriff Call, would you be kind enough to stick your head out the door and flag down Katie. I think we need to get this girl a real meal."

Oh fucking hell! Not just caught by the Police, but by the fucking Sheriff! Phyre dropped her head back and closed her eyes. It was official. Life fucking sucked and she wanted to just die. Why not? Everyone else did. They took the easy way out. Why couldn't she? Why did she have to keep fighting?


Once Phyre finished eating and was given some real medication to help with the fevers and body aches, she started to feel a little better.

However, the prick of a Sheriff took the opportunity to start drilling her about her name, parents, family, etc. He asked why she was in La Push and how she got there. Phyre didn't want to answer any of it. She was tired of authority figures who did jack shit to help anyone. Threatening to toss her out like trash. It was all their fault that her life was so fucked up. No. That was not true. It wasn't all their fault. It was her parents fault too.

"We have been over this girl. You have two choices here. You can cooperate with giving me information, or I can call the state social workers and have them take you into care until they find your parents."

"Good luck with that one. Mom abandoned me. Dad's dead." She let slip before she caught herself.

To her surprise, the man let out a breath and sat down next to her bed. "I don't know what you have been through. But, I promise that I am trying to help. That is why you are here at the clinic instead of sitting in a cell at the station. You got food and medicine."

She stared at the older man for a long time. "I came to La Push to see if I could find my mother. I don't have anyone else."

Sheriff Call smiled. "What is her name?"

Phyre pulled out a folded piece of paper from her back pocket and handed it to him. It was a copy of her birth certificate.

There was a long silence as the man looked over the paper. He took a deep breath and stood to step out of the room. "Deputy Cameron." Pause. "Jared!"

"Yeah Sheriff." A younger deputy stepped into the room. Holy fucking hell! Phyre's jaw dropped. If the Sheriff was built like a bear, then she had no comparison to the new guy. He looked like he was in his early 20's, well over 6 feet tall, and amazingly ripped. Da-ah-amn! Her body went all tingly at the sight.

He turned to look at her. His head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed. Not a look of sexual interest, but rather confusion. Did he sniff the air?


Fine. Whatever. These Tribal Police people are all big and hot. Who fucking cares? It was none of their business putting her in the back of their cruiser to take her to some guys house. What the fuck?

The Deputy Cameron guy was partnered with someone named Quil. Phyre couldn't remember his last name. She didn't care enough to ask. The two sat in silence as they drove the few miles to some house. The sun was just setting as they pulled to a stop. She looked around and realized that the house was across the street from a resort that bordered a beach. Nice location.

They all got out and she quietly followed. Part of her wanted to run. Part of her wanted to hide. But, deep down, she knew that nothing would help. She went to La Push to find her mother. And, talking to this guy was a part of the process.

The two deputies knocked on the front door, however, got no answer.

"He's in the garage." Quil said.

"How the fuck would you know?" Phyre snapped.

The guy stared her down with a wicked grin. "Cuz he is my friend. I know a lot about my friends."

Phyre rolled her eyes and followed the two around to the back of the house toward the garage. From there, there was no beautiful view of the beach or the water. Not even the sunset. The yard was completely surrounded by the woods. The more the sun disappeared, the darker it got, the more creepy it felt. She almost felt like there would be eyes watching from those trees. The only reminder of human life other than the three people walking across the yard was the padded thud of something being hit, repeatedly.

Jared Cameron opened the door without knocking and leaned against the door frame. "I thought it was your wife and Leah that did the kickboxing?"

"Fuck off! It helps." Came the growled response. Phyre's eyes widened at the anger behind such a voice. That was the man that they went there to see? Yet, Deputy Cameron just laughed.

"Seriously man, you are like this every time your wife goes off peninsula without you. When will she be home?" Quil leaned in to comment.

"In two more fucking days!" Phyre could hear the anger being taken out on the punching bag that she could just barely glimpse as it swung from the impact. She gasped.

The noise was enough to draw Quil's attention back to her. "Yeah, so, it's time to let it out and calm down for a sec."

The impacts to the bag continued.

"Paul!" Deputy Cameron called. "Damn it Lahote! We are not here for a social call. If we were, we would be raiding your kitchen and you know that. So, stop and gather yourself."

Phyre looked up at the deputy quickly. She started to tremble. Had he just called that man Lahote? Before Phyre could question anything further, he was there. Paul Lahote was there. At the door. Covered in sweat. Glaring at his supposed friends. Fuck was he intimidating.

"Spit it out!" He demanded.

Jared Cameron tilted his head toward Phyre and she froze.

Paul's head turned toward her. Then his eyes narrowed and his head tilted. The same way that Deputy Cameron's had done when he first saw her. The same way the other one did as well. Creepy much?

Paul took a deep breath. "Who's the girl?"

Quil placed a supportive hand on the man's shoulder. "Apparently, she's your sister."