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Chapter 4

"My aunt is your servant?" he was angry and Reagan didn't understand why, but she hated what he was implying. Lucy wasn't a servant and she was so much more than a housekeeper to Reagan. She was one of the nicest people that Reagan had ever met and one of the few that actually seemed to care about Reagan. They hadn't even known each other for a month but Reagan cared for Lucy.

"No, Lucy is my father's housekeeper and she's my friend."

"I didn't realize that your noble self was allowed to consort with us commoners."

Reagan looked at Paul in anger. How could someone so handsome on the outside be so horrible on the inside? He really did think the worst of her.

"I'm ready to go Quil. I'll wait outside while you get the casserole pan." Reagan walked out with her head high. All she really wanted was to cry in frustration. It was beyond obvious that Paul hated her and even knowing that she couldn't keep herself from being attracted to him.

Quil joined her a few minutes later with Emily's pan. The ride back was quiet while Reagan thought about things. By the time they pulled up to Sam's Reagan had made a decision. Paul may not like her but his friends didn't seem to share his opinion and she enjoyed being around his friends as well. She wouldn't let him determine her life, she already had one man who did that to her.

"Let's go inside. It looks like rain again and Emily probably needs help to feed you bottomless pits."

Quil smiled, "you're staying?"

"He won't ruin my day. I've dealt with people who don't like me before." Reagan jumped out of the cab and headed towards the door to Emily and Sam's house. She missed Quil's smile as he climbed out of the truck.

Paul was still shaking slightly when Quil walked out a few minutes later. The two hadn't said much after Reagan had walked out the front door. He still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that his aunt would degrade herself enough to become someone's servant. With a growl he charged to his bedroom to finish getting dressed. It was Saturday and he needed to go see his aunt- now.

The short drive didn't offer Paul much time to calm down. Once he pulled up to his aunt's house he took several deep breaths and calmed himself down enough that he wasn't shaking anymore. The last think he needed after all this imprint business was to phase in front of his aunt. She didn't know about him or the pack and he wanted to keep her safe by keeping her in the dark. He climbed out of his truck and stalked up to the door before knocking briskly. It only took a moment for his aunt to answer the door. Her smiled at seeing him was instant and welcoming.

"Oh my goodness Pau! How nice to see you," she smiled and looked him over. "You've grown even since I saw you last. I think you've reached your goal, honey, you can lay off the work outs now," she teased him as she reached out for his hand. "Get in here and hug me."

Paul walked in and looked around while his aunt shut the door behind them. When she turned to him he bent down and wrapped her small body in a bear hug. He inhaled her scent and let it wash over him, in her arms he felt young and cared for again. She pulled away and looked up at him. She was still smiling.

"I was just finishing up some lunch, come to the kitchen and I'll make you a plate. You can tell me all about the life that's keeping you so busy all the time. I feel like we hardly see each other."

Paul followed his aunt Lucy down the hall to the kitchen. For the next hour she asked him about his life and he told her what he could without her knowing about the pack. She was taking their dishes to the sink when Paul decided to bring up his reason for visiting in the first place. He had calmed down considerably and felt that he could finally talk about it. He was wrong. His anger once again ignited once he began talking to his aunt about it.

"How's the job hunting going?"

"I didn't even think to tell you, honey. I have a new job." She turned from the sink to look at him. Paul saw her soft doe brown eyes smiling, but in his blind anger he saw the bright twinkle as unshed tears. He thought that she was trying to put on a brave face for him, like she did when things got tough for them when he was a kid. She always tried to protect him from the bad.

"You don't have to put up a brave front for me, Aunt Lucy."

She crossed the small kitchen to sit across from Paul. Once again he let his temper control his logic and mistook her confusion over his attitude as her stalling for an answer.

"What are you talking about?"

"Dammit, Aunt Lucy!" Paul slammed his palm down on her table causing it to shake with the force. "I know what you've been doing." Paul tried to keep from shouting, but the effort was only half achieved.

Lucy went from looking confused to being angry and hurt. Paul never got angry at her. Never.

"What your mouth, young man. I don't deserve to be cussed at. Now calm down and tell me what this is all about. You are acting as if I have done something wrong." Paul leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath attempting to cool down his temper.

"If things were getting that tight for you I would've helped you out, however I could. You don't have to do this to yourself. You don't have to be someone's servant," he nearly hissed the world servant.

Lucinda rocked back in her seat shocked. She never would have thought anyone would think that of her, especially Paul. Her job was wonderful.

"I am not a servant, Paul. I am a housekeeper. The Knights pay me more money than I've ever made at any other job. Do you even know what it is that I do?"

"No," Paul bit out.

"Not much really. I cook a few meals and sit around watching TV most of the time. That's what I get paid to do. I worked for year's waitressing tables for very little tips and crude men being exactly that crude. I love my job now."

Paul didn't listen to most of what she said his stubborn pride getting in the way of what he should have been hearing.

"I would rather you find something else. I don't want my aunt working for some over privileged spoiled brat."

"Don't you ever say things like that about Reagan again. You don't have the first clue about her." Lucinda paused like she wanted to say more but knew when Paul had his hackles raised over something it was near impossible to make the stubborn man see reason; his father had been the same way. She took a breath and continued, "I think it's time you leave. I don't want to have a conversation with you in anger. I am glad that you stopped by, but I have some things I want to get done." Lucinda stood up and started to wipe the counters down in agitation.

Paul stood up behind her and looked that the stiff back of his aunt. She had basically raised him since his mother's passing when he was nine. She had never gotten remarried after the death of her husband during the Gulf War. For the first time since he started phasing and Sam took him under his wing his aunt was upset with him. This wasn't how he had pictured this whole conversation going.

"I love you. I only want to look out for you like you have for me." Lucy turned back to look at Paul.

"I know that Paul. I love you for it. I am so proud of the man you've become. Trust me when I tell you that Reagan Knight is a good person and that I really do love my job." She walked back to Paul and wrapped him in a hug. He smiled tightly and walked out of her house. He climbed in his truck and decided that he would drive it back home before walking to Sam's house.

Ever since he imprinted his mind felt unsettled. When he asked Sam about it the older man told him it was most likely due to the incomplete bond with his imprint.

Paul did as he intended all on autopilot and before he even realized it he had made it to Sam's house. The sound of laughter caught his attention and he looked up. In the fading light of evening the Alpha's house brightly lit and full of his pack and the only two true imprints, Emily and Kim. He smiled and started towards the one place he knew he would feel at ease. He ignored the inner wolf telling him that if he completed the bond he'd never need to feel this way again. He would always have a place to belong.

Paul had only made it a couple of steps before he heard Embry calling Reagan's name followed by her voice answering. Now she was hanging out with his pack? Was he truly the only one who saw how she was? Paul turned around and headed to the woods- he'd go home and watch some TV before going out on patrol.

The next month went by and the few times that Reagan was not out hiking the vast forests she spent it with Lucy. Reagan enjoyed her time with Lucy. The older woman had some a warm way about her, she was how Reagan always felt a mother would be, smiling when they saw you and warm hugs when you felt down. Reagan had finally talked the older woman into teaching her how to cook and she found that she enjoyed the past time. Reagan could only wish that she had people to cook for, it wasn't as fun when you only had yourself to cook for. It was almost like it defeated the purpose of cooking in the first place. Every once in a while when Reagan found the house so quiet that she thought she would go insane, she would escape to the reservation to see Emily and the others. She couldn't help the satisfaction that the loud and busy home gave her.

Summer wasn't far from ending and Reagan dreaded going back to Seattle more every day. Even if it meant being alone she felt that she would rather stay here than return to that fake life that her father forced her to live. She felt a deep connection to the land around the area and for the first time in her life she felt like she might be close to finding a place she could call home.

Reagan's father seemed to have forgotten about her completely. She hadn't seen him in nearly two months now. Reagan had become even more convinced that he had a new woman in his life and it was easier for him if he didn't have Reagan around. She didn't hold it against him, he was entitled to his happiness and she really never should have been his responsibility to begin with. Her only concern was how it was going to be when she returned home and had to face him knowing he much preferred if she wasn't even there. She knew once she went home to Seattle that no matter what façade they presented to his socialite friends she was going to be the interloper in his life.

She admitted it to herself though, despite the loneliness when Lucy wasn't around she enjoyed the freedom she was enjoying for the first time in her life. She wasn't being told who to talk to, what to wear, where to go, who to date, or who she was allowed to be friends with. She was able to be herself. For the first time she wasn't subjected to her father's censure or his coldness towards her. She wasn't living in fear of the next unfeeling remark or the feeling of being an unwanted burden.

Paul was about the only bad thing she had in her life right now. She couldn't completely avoid him, no matter how much he seemed to try to make sure that happened. When she was out on the reservation they tended to be in each other's company. She didn't talk to him unless it was necessary and he did the same. She felt him watching her and it made her body flush with awareness. She dreamed hot erotic dreams about him, more often than she would like and would never admit. She just didn't understand this pull.

No matter how rude he was Reagan couldn't seem to get over her silly crush on him. In the most elemental of ways he attracted her and she just didn't know why. She knew instinctually that if she ever let her guard down and allowed Paul the chance to get inside that he would break her. She couldn't let that happen.

Towards the end of July Emily was walking out of the hair salon when she ran into Lucinda. Emily smiled and invited Lucinda across the street to have a glass of tea and catch up. Emily had known Paul's aunt long before she had known any of the pack. Lucy had been a babysitter for her and Leah when she would come to La Push during the summer.

The two women sat and caught up on the gossip of La Push before Emily subtly started to turn to conversation towards Reagan. This was an opportunity that Emily had hoped to make happen since learning that she worked for Reagan's family.

"So I hear you have a new job. How is that going?"

Lucy laughed gently and smiled. "It's a crime to get paid as much as I do for so little. I love it." Emily smiled back, Lucy did seem very happy. "I work for the sweetest girl, Reagan."

"I've met her. She is very nice. A little shy though." Emily observed.

"Oh Paul didn't tell me that he knew Reagan."

"I don't think he would. He doesn't exactly seem to get along well with her," Emily commented gently.

"Men, they never do seem to notice what is in front of them. Reagan isn't shy so much as sad I think. She spends so much time alone. Most times she's out walking for hours at a time. I don't know where she goes." Lucy paused to take a drink in contemplation. Emily made a mental note to talk to Sam about Reagan out walking alone so much. After a moment Lucy continued.

"I think the worst part is her father. As far as I can tell he hasn't even called her in weeks. He just left her here all alone." Lucinda shook her head sadly.

Emily was a bit stunned. They might go for days without seeing Reagan. She had always assumed that those absences meant that Reagan was busy with family time. Emily's thoughts halted for a moment, come to think on it had Reagan ever mentioned her family to them? Emily disliked the direction that the realization took her thoughts. Surely Reagan's mother or siblings were around?

"I'm sure the rest of her family is keeping her company?" Emily probed.

"I wish that were true. Reagan has never mentioned any other family. As far as I know it's just the two of them and his is never there. There aren't even any family photos that I have ever seen. Once I leave for the afternoon she is all alone in that house. I don't know how she does it. She must feel so alone." Lucy commented.

The women talked a little while longer before they parted ways and Emily got into her car and headed home. Her mind was distracted by thoughts of what Lucinda had told her. All of her perceptions about Reagan had to be re-evaluated after her conversation with Paul's aunt.

"Emily?" Sam's voice and his hand on her shoulder startled Emily out of her thoughts. "You okay? I've been trying to get your attention. I think you've washed all the skin off those potatoes, you've scrubbed them so long."

Emily looked down at the potatoes that she had been washing. She tried to smile.

"You cut, I'll talk." She could tell Sam anything. "Are we alone? No one can hear us?" Sam seemed to listen for a moment.

"No one is here or outside right now. Why so secretive?"

"Not secretive, I just didn't want to be interrupted and I think you should decide how much of this you share with the others. I ran into Lucinda Cory this afternoon." Emily told Sam everything she had learned and her sadness over it all. She finished and took a deep breath, it felt nice letting it all out to Sam.

"Well the first thing running through my mind is that she is entirely too vulnerable all alone like that. We can't allow and imprint, especially and unbounded imprint to be left so exposed. Even if Paul refuses to claim her an imprint cannot be left without the protection of the pack. I'll have to give Carlisle a call tonight and work something out with him since she does not live within the treaty line. I cannot imagine he'll object though." Sam paused. "The rest I just don't think is worth even keeping from the others. They will just figure it out for themselves while they are watching her anyways. I might as well just tell them and not have to listen to their whining when they find out that I kept it from them. But I will instruct them to act like they always have towards her."

"I'm glad to know that she is going to be watched over, even if she doesn't know it. But I do feel bad for her." Emily hugged Sam for comfort before turning back to finish cooking.

A few miles away Reagan was hiking alone not knowing that she was the topic of discussion. It was Saturday so she had finally escaped the oppressing silence of the house to go for a hike. The weather was pleasant so she had been walking for a few hours now. Her GPS gave Reagan the confidence to go deeper into the forest than she ever had without the fear of getting lost. She was enjoying the peaceful day around her until she got the uncomfortable feeling that she was being watched from the trees.

She tried shaking off the feeling since she had never felt ill at ease in the woods before but the sensation continued. She would have kept on ignoring the crazy idea of being watched except by an odd twist of fate she had watched a Bigfoot documentary last night with the emphasis being placed on the abnormally high amount of sightings occurring in the Pacific Northwest. An area that Reagan currently found herself hiking all alone, with literally no one to hear her screams. A flash of silver and black through the trees catches her attention.

Reagan turned more fully towards that direction and trained her eyes on the tree line. Her mind quickly flashing back to the eye witness interviews of the people claiming to have encountered Bigfoot. Again she caught the quick flash of grey through the trees. Her heart was pounding but the fear was she was experiencing was foreign to her. She had never found anything to be afraid of in these woods. Raising her chin Reagan steadied her breathing. Sasquatch would not get the best of her.

"I know someone is there. You can come out because you aren't scaring me." She paused and listened, the forest was silent. And then the flash of grey again, was that fur? Bigfoot was furry but black not silver right? The dense darkness of the trees made it hard for her to tell. Then the snap of a twig startled Reagan as did the tall figure that appeared from behind the tree. Reagan backed up as she looked up at the sight before her. Even as big as he was his brown eyes were beautiful.

"I didn't expect bigfoot to be such a hottie," Reagan joked with a trembling smile.

Well I know its been awhile since I updated so I tried to give you a nice long one. (HeHeHe…bad thoughts on that one ;D) I wrote this all pretty quick so please let me know if you see any glaring mistakes that I might have missed.

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So just who is Bigfoot? Let me know your guesses.