Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. I just love her characters and am playing with them a bit purely for my own (and hopefully other's) amusement. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

I usually put these at the bottom but I wanted to address a couple PMs I received. I have deleted "Tame the Wolf, Fix the Girl" from the site. Since this is a re-write I decided to avoid confusion and pull it. Sorry to its followers but I promise this is the same story with some minor alterations, added information and interactions. In re-reading the original story I realized there were things I hinted add and never addressed. Since I was writing sporadically and still very mired down my grief I felt I lost the flow and then I lost my muse. Grief is a bitch. Grief after suicide is a totally different experience. It's been a little over a year and I am finding my footing as well as finding myself again.

Thank you for he likes, follows and comments. Thanks for your patience and understanding. Now let me end this and get back to the story. -Tara

CHAPTER FOUR – IS THAT HOW THIS IS SUPPOSED TO GO?

She stood on an unfamiliar beach positively engulfed in a huge hoodie. It wasn't one of her over-sized ones she favored. It had a lingering smell of pine, leaves and a heady masculine cologne. She took a deep breath, inhaling the comforting smell and gazed up at the full moon. Suddenly a few yards ahead of her the wolf appeared. He was an enormous hulking beast with a silver-gray coat but when she met his eyes they were a deep rich human brown. As she stared at the wolf she felt a fission of heat run through her and heard a deep husky voice echo in her head "my love".

She slowly made her way to the beast, her heart racing not in fear but anticipation. He nuzzled into her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his soft fur. She buried her face in his fur and smelled the same scent that clung to the hoodie she wore. "My wolf." She whispered into his neck.

Willow woke to bright rays of sun playing over her face. She stretched and sighed. The dream was back. For years, since she was 14 in fact, she had the wolf dream. So often she had the image of the wolf on the beach tattooed on her left shoulder blade. She always thought of the wolf as her protector. She was glad the dream was back. It meant no Owen nightmares last night. She sat up as someone lightly tapped on her door.

"Yeah" she called as she scooted out of bed, standing and stretching.

Embry popped his head in the door. "Good morning, Sunshine." he grinned at her. Willow couldn't help but smile back at him. She had come to truly adore her cousin's shy best friend. He was a sweet and gentle soul. She felt bad about the troubles he was having with his mom at home that kept him camped out on the couch. They had a sibling type bond growing between them.,

"Morning, Em, looking for breakfast?" she teased as she turned to make her bed. Embry slipped into the room to help her

"Nah, we had cereal" he answered as he tugged the blanket into place. "I was just wondering if you still wanted to venture into Forks this morning."

"Yeah, I wanted to make a desert for the bonfire tonight and the rez shop is slim pickings. Why you crazy people are having a bonfire in October I'll never know." She answered as she took the pillow he retrieved from the floor.

"Cool! Jake and everyone else are busy but I can play tour guide if you want." Embry offered.

"Sure, let me just take a quick shower." Willow accepted his offer.

He flashed her a huge smile "Great! I'll just let you get ready." Embry slid from her room and headed back to the living room.

20 minutes later she emerged from the bath room wrapped in a towel. She silently cursed herself for forgetting her clothes on her bed as she tried to quickly slip back to her bedroom. She was focused on the living room trying to avoid detection by Embry when she walked into a very large, warm and very hard, muscular body. She clutched her towel tighter as she stumbled. Strong hands grasped her upper arms to steady her and she tensed under his touch.

"Easy Willow" she heard Paul murmur. "It's just me, I'm not going to hurt you." He released her as soon as she was steady and he took a step back knowing close proximity to anyone other than Jake make her anxious. Willow kept her eyes on the floor as she felt the heat rise in her face.

"Excuse me." she mumbled and darted into her room. She shut the door quickly then leaned against it gasping and trembling. In the hall, Paul held a similar position against the wall. His fists were clenched as he tremored remembering the feel of her soft body as it crashed into his. She smelled deliciously of her cocoa butter and coconut oil toiletries she used.

Billy witnessed the exchange from the end of the hall. This young man, famed for his quick temper and quicker fists was shaking like a leaf and not from anger. The older man regarded him coolly, thinking of the changes he had seen in this volatile man since his niece's arrival. They hadn't imprinted yet, but he knew it was a matter of time. Maybe the Spirits were waiting for the right time for her to get past the trauma of her attack. Billy rolled away sighing and admitting to himself as much as he didn't like the idea of his fragile niece and the hot headed Lahote, the Spirits seemed to have other plans.

In her room, Willow was chastising herself to get it together. She shook her head and pushed herself from the door. She turned on her Wi-Fi speakers and hit play on her iPod.

"If I could find assurance to leave you behind

I know my better half would fade

And all my doubts is a staircase for you

Up and out of this place

The first step is the one you believe in

The second one might be profound…."

Willow sang softly sang a long as she started to dress. The music working to calm the jitters she felt from the close contact with Paul. She pulled on her underthings then snagged her favorite pair of faded and frayed jeans. He found a black tank and pulled on a stretched purple sweater that hug off her left shoulder. She unwound the towel from her hair and towel dried it. She applied a little product and opted to let it air dry in its natural waves cascading over her shoulders.

She opened the door to go put her towels in the laundry and noticed Paul in the hall where she left him. He was leaning against the wall with his fists clenched and his eyes closed. He was humming along with the song playing from her speakers. It was one of his favorite songs.

"Paul?" she asked tentatively, taking a step toward him. His eye snapped open and for the first time since she arrived, their eyes met

It was instantaneous and intense. It was like a vacuum sucked all the air out the house. Bolts of electricity seemed to crackle between them and steel cables suddenly were anchoring her to him. The world shifted on its axis, everything falling away until it was just her. She was perfect and beautiful and his. She also felt like she couldn't breathe and the earth shifted. She was overcome with a yearning to throw herself into his arms and cling to him.

"Damn" Billy and Embry both whispered watching as Paul went slack jawed and stumble despite leaning against the wall. Willow's brow furrowed and she looked confused. She abruptly turned and fled back into her room, slamming the door. That roused Paul who looked from her door to Billy and Embry at the end of the hall. He bolted into Jake's room and leapt out of the open window, phasing midair. He immediately locked down his thoughts, thinking only of the feel of the earth under his paws.

Lunch time found Willow in the kitchen taking two large skillets of cornbread out of the oven to go with the chili she had simmering on the back burner. She had already baked 3 large pans of homemade brownies. She had whipped together cream cheese brownies, peanut butter brownies and her special extra fudgy brownies that Jake called her "Crack Brownies" because he claimed they were addictive. Her nerves were shot after the weird run in with Paul in the hall. The routine of cooking and baking was the only thing that could calm her.

"Embry Call if I have to tell you one more time, I will break your fingers." She warned not taking her eyes from the stove as she placed the second skillet of cornbread on the stove top. She picked up a spoon to stir the chili.

"Damn, you got eyes in the back of your head." Embry mumbled pulling his hand back from the cooling brownies.

She shot him a look over her shoulder and smirked, "And don't you forget it."

"This place smells amazing." Jake said, inhaling deeply as he came through the back door.

"Willow has been all kitchen ninja up in here." Embry told him, again reaching for the brownies.

Willow leaned over and rapped him in the hand with the spoon still in her hand. "What did I tell you?" she hissed at him. "Out of my kitchen!" She pointed to the door while Jake laughed. His once timid cousin was now so comfortable she just wrapped a hungry werewolf on the knuckles with a wooden spoon.

"No Paul?" Jake asked looking around as he grabbed a water from the fridge. He saw Willow stiffen up and he looked to Embry. He pointed his chin to the door and led Jake out on to the porch.

"What's up?" Jake asked once they were out of earshot.

"It finally happened, I think. Well, Billy thinks" Embry rambled.

"Paul imprinted on Willz" Jake groaned as the realization hit him.

"Well we, think so. It was weird because she bolted, then he bolted." Embry continued rambling as he paced.

"He bolted?" Jake stared in awe as Embry nodded.

Just then Sam's truck pulled up and Sam helped Billy out and they joined the two wolves on the porch. Before they could start to discuss anything, Willow poked her head out the door to tell them lunch was ready. She smiled when she saw Sam

"Hey Bub, you going to join us for lunch?" She beamed at him.

"Yes, I think I will, Little Bit. After all the bragging Jake, Em and Paul do about your cooking, I gotta taste for myself." He teased, giving her a one-armed hug as he entered the house. Billy and Jake shared a meaningful look as they went in for lunch.

***SECOND AUTHOR'S NOTE***

Credit where credit is due. The song in this chapter is "I'll Follow You" by one of my favorite bands Shinedown. If you ever have the chance to see them live DO IT. They are amazing and I love Brent Smith's voice. A friend used this as her wedding song and it's one of my favorites as well. Lyrics below.

I'll Follow You by Shinedown

If I could find assurance
To leave you behind
I know my better half would fade
And all my doubts
Is a staircase for you
Opened out of this base
The first step is the one you believe in
The second one might be profound

I'll follow you down to the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
I'll follow you down
While we are passing through space
I don't care if we fall from grace
I'll follow you down

You can have the money and the world
The angels and the pearls
Even trade my heart for color blue

Just like the tower we never built
And the shadow of all the guilt
When the other hand was pointing at you

Yet the first step is the one you believe in
The second one might be profound

I'll follow you down to the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
I'll follow you down while we are passing through space
I don't care if we fall from grace
I'll follow you down to where forever lies
Without a doubt I'm on your side
There is no where else I'd rather be
I'm not about to compromise
Give you up to say goodbye
I've got you through the deep
I'll keep you close to me

I'll follow you down to the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
I'll follow you down
While we are passing through space
I don't care if we fall from grace
I'll follow you

If I could find assurance
To leave you behind
I know my better would fade
I'll follow you down