Title: Two Parts Of One Whole

Author: Lacrymosa_91

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jacob/Paul

Rating: NC-17 ~ M

Declaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, plots or conceptions of Twilight, unfortunately. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

A/N1: Hello people! I am back with a new chapter. I know that it took me too long and I am so sorry for making you wait but you already know the reasons so I won't repeat myself. I also want to thank to all of you who read, review and fave my story. I love you people! That really means a lot to me and I really appreciate it! Thank you!

A/N2: I haven't worked with a beta reader for this chapter as well as for none of the previous chapters of my story. So, I ask you to excuse me for the mistakes you'll find.

A/N3: Please, take to note that I haven't read the books from the Twilight series, well may be except for the first one. (And I still regret wasting my time). So there are facts from the fandom of which I am not aware. Like Paul's exact age for example and thousands of other things. That's why in my story Paul and Jake are at the same age: 18. Not too young and not too old. So it works perfectly for me. Hope you understand!

I also want to thank to all of you who reviewed the previous chapter. I read your reviews and love them even though I don't have the time to answer to each one of you personally. I will just express my gratitude now.

HUGE THANKS TO: lycanus1, twimama77, Allstarzs, GoinnGaGa, Ratts, BlackDiamonds.32.20.54, Navygirl14


~Chapter Seven: Meet me before the dawn~


It was that part of the day when the sun was just starting to set. Soft, glowing hues of orange, pink and yellow highlighted the sky and the first stars for the night could be seen through the fluffy, ragged clouds. Sunsets like this were rare in these lands where rain, storms and wind reigned.

Jacob was sitting silently on the ground, his eyes roaming aimlessly over the beautiful view without being able to appreciate its uniqueness. His mind was occupied with something else rather than enjoying the sunset.

He was waiting for the night to come. The night was the time which he anticipated the most because when the sun set and the moon rose he could enter the Quilcene's lands without being seen. At night he could see Paul, could be with his imprint, could hold him close regardless of the tribal rules, restrictions and taboos.

Jacob knew that the problem wasn't that they both were males. There had been imprinting on the same sex before and sooner or later it had been accepted by the people. Unfortunately the real problem had far more deeper and complicated reasons.

For decades Quileutes and Quilcenes had been drowning each other in blood and rage. No one had noticed that the purpose of the packs had changed significantly – from protectors of the people and fighters against the vampires they had turned into secret weapons for the avid for power and influence elders. Now, they were at temporary peace but if a clash occurred the werewolves would be hound against each other like rabid dogs and Jacob's heart was clenching with anxiety at the thought that one day he might be ordered to fight against Paul.

When he had taken the leadership of the pack he had started to think more globally than one eighteen years old young man did. The taken responsibilities and duties had made him more mature and prudent than his coevals, and Jacob had started to think of ways to improve the way his people lived. The idea of achieving peace for Quilcenes and Quileutes had crossed his mind for thousands of times but since he had imprinted on Paul, since he was in love with a person who was supposed to be his enemy, he had understood that the war should be ended for the good of those who lived on either side of The White Fang Ridges. With the time the thought of earning a peaceful existence for both of the tribes had become one of his biggest dreams.

Jacob couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with the one he loved openly, to be free to see Paul every day without being scared that they would get caught. He smiled lightly as he remembered how Paul's face would beam and his eyes would light up every time when they met at night in the woods.

Jacob was pulled out of his musings by a warm hand on his shoulder. He just sighed quietly, knowing that he wouldn't be left alone for long. The people for the bonfire they had organized were staring to come and it was getting noisy and crowded as everybody was bringing food and drinks.

"Hey, man!" Jared greeted and made himself comfortable on the soft grass next to his friend and crossed his legs. "Want a beer?"

"Sure." Jacob smiled lightly as he was handed the bottle of ice cold liquid. They stood in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before Jacob spoke up again."Have fun tonight but take it easy, you know. I don't want you to cause problems!"

"Hey!" Jared exclaimed, pretending to be offended. "I never cause problems!"

"Yeah, like on the last bonfire when Seth almost phased in front of everyone!"

"It's not my fault that the kid can't hold back!" Jared replied and smirked at the mental image of Seth being all red and huffing and puffing like a locomotive while trying his best not to shift in front of all the unsuspecting anything people. "He was red like a tomato!"

"But it's your fault that he got pissed off!" Jacob retorted as he looked at Jared sternly. "You keep teasing and irritating him!"

"Okay, boss!" Jared grinned and shrugged as he took a sip from his beer. "I'll try my best but I can't promise anything…He is just so easy…just begging for it!"

"Jared!"

"Fine…fine!" The young native said and rubbed the back of his neck. "I won't tease him…well not much!" He finished smirking as he stood up and dusted his jeans.

"You are hopeless!" Jacob laughed shortly as he stood up too and looked around. "But…Jared I mean it. Be careful tonight. Don't make me regret my decision of giving you rest from patrols for the evening."

"Okay, Jake!" the boy smiled and shook his head before a thoughtful expression crossed his face. "You sure you don't wanna stay? Tim has a new motor bike and we are gonna try it! We'll have fun!"

"No, I'll take some rest tonight." Jacob replied as he stared at the setting sun again. It was almost dark already and he barely could suppress his eagerness to see his imprint. "But… you guys have fun!"

Jared's brows furrowed, but he quickly managed to cover his disappointment. Since Jacob's outburst a month ago, the things in the pack had become a little awkward. They had been really worried about their friend and leader but for sometime now Jacob had started to return to his old self. He was still a bit distant and silent, but they all could see that the pained frustration in his eyes was gone. The pack never understood the reason for their Alpha's period of distress, as well as none of them knew why he had started to recover. Jared and Seth found it strange that every time they asked Jacob to hang out with them, he would refuse by saying that he is tired or something like that.

"Okay, then." Jared shrugged and ran his hand through his short hair, trying to look nonchalant.

"See you for the morning patrol." Jacob mumbled as he patted the other boy's shoulder and smiled lightly. He put his beer at the nearest table and went to the house to tell the Clearwater siblings that he was leaving.

After saying goodbye he headed towards the woods - his home was on the way to the border, so nobody would suspect anything. Trying hard to keep his pace slow and even Jacob felt his heart flutter with excitement inside his chest at the thought that he would be holding Paul soon. He undressed and phased as soon as he was out of sight and made his way to the Quilcene's lands without bothering to keep it slow anymore. He couldn't wait to be with his imprint again.


The air was filled with the smell of freshly baked cake and the boys' laughter and voices. Emily smiled to herself as she turned off the oven and turned around, her face lighting up with joy at the scene before her eyes.

Embry was all but jumping around the kitchen table with excitement as Paul and Quil were arm wrestling, their foreheads creased with concentration and determination, their biceps bulging from the effort.

"Come on, Paul!" Embry exclaimed as he pulled a chair and sat as close to his pack brothers as possible, his eyes focused on their entwined hands with such intensity, that Emily was sure that he would have headache later. "I bet twenty bucks that you can beat him down!"

"Make it thirty…and I'll …try harder!" Paul smirked through clenched teeth while Quil just scowled and pushed as hard as he could but without much success.

"You got it!" His friend grinned and pulled his wallet from the pocket of his cut offs, wanting to show that he was serious.

After a low growl and one exceptionally hard push, a dull thud was heard in the little kitchen when Paul slammed Quil's knuckles against the wooden table and Embry all but jumped and squealed triumphantly.

"It's not fair!" Quil protested, and folded his arms over his chest. "Embry, you were distracting me with your girly squeaking! I couldn't focus!"

Paul just chuckled while Embry rolled his eyes and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"I don't squeak!"

"You do! You sound just like a school girl!" Quil smirked and ruffled Embry's hair which only made the other boy even more irritated.

"You owe me thirty bucks, Quil!" Embry suddenly grinned and poked his friend in the chest with his forefinger. "Give it to me!"

"So you can go shopping for a new mini skirt for the bonfire next week?" Quil snickered as he collapsed on the couch and turned on the TV. "You have nice legs, Embry! You should show them more often….I am sure that the guys from the tribe will really appreciate it!"

"Jerk!" Embry yelled and his eyes widened as they landed on Paul who was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "I thought you were on my side!"

"I just…imagined you… wearing a little pink skirt while crazy, horny men are chasing you!"

"Traitor!" Embry huffed as he hit Paul upside the head. "I am not sharing the money with you!"

"Hey!" Paul exclaimed and rubbed the back of his head. "I was the one who won after all!"

Embry was about to retort when he noticed that Quil was sitting silently and looking him up and down intently.

"What are you staring at, you jerk?"

"Paul, you are right!" Quil said, trying hard to look serious and fight back his laughter. "Pink will fit him perfectly!"

"Yeah?" Paul mumbled as he sat next to his pack brother and stared at the frowning Embry who was barely holding back his anger. "You know what I am thinking?"

"What?"

"I think that…" Paul trailed off as he stood up again and started to go round Embry, his fingers rubbing at his chin as a mischievous smile grazed his lips. "…I think that Embry should use these thirty bucks to buy a pair of white knee high stockings!"

Quil burst into laughter, while Embry roared throatily and pounced at Paul, who barely managed to wriggle out of his stretched arms which were aimed for his neck.

"Come on…you'll look so cute!" Quil grinned and started walking around, swaying his hips and batting his eyelashes, imitating a girl. "You will outstrip all the girls and…" Quil was cut off by a couch cushion hitting him in the head.

"Shut up!" Embry yelled as he tried to catch Paul again but without much success.

"The cake is ready, boys!" Emily announced cheerfully and couldn't help but chuckle when the three boys froze on their places – Embry forgetting about his anger, Quil stopping mid stride and Paul stopping abruptly and turning around when he was just about to leave from the back door in attempt to escape from Embry.

They hurried to the young woman, pushing and poking at each other, trying desperately to reach the table. Emily just smiled as she put the huge plate of neatly cut into slices delicious cake on the table. It was still steaming, filling the air with sweet, mouthwatering flavor.

None of the boys wasted time as they attacked the baked treat with fervent hunger.

Emily just stood silently, watching the boys eat with a bright smile on her face. She flinched slightly with surprise when strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Sam pressed her closer to his wide chest and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"I didn't know when you were coming back and the boys were hungry so I baked a cake." Emily whispered softly and rubbed Sam's arms slowly. "I hid a couple of pieces for you in the cupboard."

Sam just nodded, and grinned shortly as he watched how the three boys were practically ravaging Emily's baking. The only sound in the little kitchen was the young natives' munching, their silent exclaims of satisfaction and praises for Emily's talent in cooking, which were rather incoherent because they were uttered with their mouths full.

"He is back, Sam." Emily whispered, her eyes gleaming with joy as her lips curled into a small smile. "Paul is getting better."

"He'll be fine…" The Alpha whispered silently. "…Paul will recover... he just needs time."

Emily nodded and sighed deeply. She felt so happy and calm these weeks. Paul was starting to get better – to talk more, to go out with the pack, to eat and sleep properly. To her great relief his recovery was starting to get visible.

Physically he had almost regained his previous shape but despite that Paul didn't look like he used to. He was still muscular but now his frame was slighter, leaner, slenderer and more delicate, his features were softer and not so stern like they used to be. Paul's appearance was like a constant reminder - a hint for his suffering, a proof for all the anguish and pain he had been through.

The wild, disobedient and violent boy was gone. Paul had become calmer, more prudent and sensible and Emily liked him more this way. She was genuinely happy for him. Even though she was still young she felt the boys like children of her own. Emily loved them, took care of them and worried and suffered for them when they were in pain. And now as she was seeing that Paul was actually recovering, she couldn't help but feel as if a great weight was off her heart.

"Sheesh, that was great!" Quil exclaimed as he licked his fingers one by one, moaning with satisfaction every time.

All that had remained from the cake was the empty plate with a few little leavings, which Embry quickly licked before the others had the chance to take the plate from his hands.

"Emily you are the goddess of cooking!"

"Your mom better not hear that!" The young woman chuckled as she patted Embry on the shoulder softly. She cleaned up the table and put the dirty dishes in the sink.

"It's almost eight o'clock." Sam announced as he sat on the couch and started flicking through the channels randomly. "We can watch the football game after a couple of minutes"

"Eight o'clock!" Paul suddenly gasped and stood up abruptly from his chair. "I got to go!"

"But Paul you came only an hour ago!" Emily exclaimed, a concerned expression crossing her face. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, come on, Paul!" Quil said as he sat next to Sam on the couch. "We can watch the game together!"

Paul sighed deeply as he shook his head, his hands fidgeting nervously with the sides of his shorts. He gazed through the window at the already dark woods and ran his fingers through his short, raven black hair as he made his way to where Emily stood.

"I am sorry, Em." He whispered as he kissed the woman on the cheek lightly. "I really have to go!"

"Oh, come on man!" Embry all but whined. "You can't leave right now!"

Paul just shook his head as he inhaled deeply and made his way to the door.

"I am sorry guys!" He whispered apologetically and sighed. "Maybe the next time."

Paul was just leaving when Embry grabbed him by wrist and pulled him back.

"You are always leaving, Paul." His friend whispered, his grip around the other boy's wrist tightening slightly. "Stay with us at least this time! We'll have fun like in the good old times!"

"I am sorry but I really have to…"

"Embry leave him alone!" Sam cut in, his voice soft but brooking no contradictions. "Paul is free to go home whenever he wants."

"But…"

"Embry!" Sam glared at the boy and shook his head slightly.

"Fine…" The young native whispered, disappointment and annoyance clear in his voice. Embry just sighed faintly and dragged himself to the coach. Paul bit at his lip as he opened the door, he felt guilty for leaving his friend since childhood so sulky and crestfallen but he was already late for his meeting with Jacob tonight.

"I am sorry Embry. I promise to stay for the evening tomorrow, but right now I really have to go." Paul whispered softly hoping to cheer up his friend a little. "Bye guys! See you tomorrow!"

And with these words Paul left Sam and Emily's home, closing the door behind his back. He made his way to the dark forest with fast impatient steps, unable to hold back his excitement from the fact that he was going to be with Jacob in a few minutes.


Paul stopped his running only when he reached a small clearing, surrounded by high and gloomy pine trees. It was far from the village and secluded, and it as one of the places they used for their meetings. They often switched places in order to remain unnoticed and not to get caught. Both Paul and Jacob knew what was the punishment executed for contacting with someone from the opposite tribe.

Paul looked around urgently, his chest heaving from the long and fast running. No matter that he was recovering, phasing into wolf form was still quite exhausting and difficult for him, so he had decided to run. Jacob was nowhere to be seen and the young Quilcene was starting to worry. Paul knew that he was late, but Jacob was coming earlier every time and he was supposed to be here already.

"Jacob!" He called, as he made his way to the huge, white, granite rock in the middle of the clearing. "Jake, you here!"

The full moon was showering the little glade and the trees with its soft silvery light, making the white rock glow lightly in the thick of the dark grass. It was unusually quiet, not a sound could be heard, except for the light rustling of the leaves of the beech trees, moved by the wind.

"Jake, where are you!"

Slowly but surely Paul was staring to panic. The silence and the darkness were driving him crazy. He wasn't able to phase yet and that made him feel weak and unsure. A werewolf wouldn't be scared from anything hiding in the woods, simply because he would be the biggest predator in the forest. But right now, in his condition, while still with tender health and without his ability to shift Paul was just a human, a defenseless boy who was walking in the woods in the middle of the night. What would happen if he met vampires? How was he going to defend himself?

He felt himself shudder when he heard something moving behind his back. Paul tried to turn around but his movements proved to be too slow. He gasped when a muscular arm wrapped around his waist and his mouth was covered urgently by a huge warm hand.

Paul wiggled and twisted in attempt to get free but whoever was holding him was extremely strong. The young native froze completely when his captor pressed him closer against his chest and lifted him slightly up and off the ground, so his tiptoes were barely touching the forest floor.

"Hasn't your father told you that you shouldn't be walking alone in the woods at night!" A silent but firm whisper tickled his ear. "You don't know what you'll meet in the darkness!"

Paul felt his whole body immediately relax as he recognized the voice of his captor. The grip of the hand around his waist tightened slightly as he was pressed even closer to the warm body behind him. This time when his heart sped up and his breath hitched it wasn't from surprise or fear, but from a feeling rather different and far more pleasant. Paul inhaled deeply when the hand covering his mouth disappeared only to curl around his waist a second later.

"Holy shit, Jake!" He managed to utter breathlessly.

"Such a pretty boy like you can easily get into trouble, you know?" Jacob whispered huskily as he nuzzled his imprint's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. "Mmm…and you smell so good! What would you do if the big, bad wolf caught you!"

"I guess that it's a little too late for that!" Paul chuckled shortly, his hands rubbing Jacob's arms softly. He sighed contently, his body immediately responding to his imprint's closeness as Jacob held him tight and pressed flush to his chest.

"You are late." Jacob whispered as he kissed the side of Paul's neck softly and smirked smugly when he felt how the boy in his arms shuddered slightly.

"I am sorry, Jake…I really couldn't …"

"I missed you…" The Quileute mumbled as he finally turned Paul around so they were facing each other. Brown met brown and Paul sighed as he wrapped his arms around his imprint's neck and rubbed the tip of his nose against Jacobs's.

"I missed you too…a lot…"

Jacob smiled as he pressed his lips against his imprint's, and Paul couldn't help the delighted whimper that left his throat as Jacob's tongue invaded his willing mouth almost immediately. The kiss was slow and yearning, their tongues sliding teasingly against each other, their hearts racing wildly. No matter how many times and how often they met it always felt as if they had been separated for months or years. Every moment away from each other was a torture, every second while separated was spent in thoughts about the other.

Jacob's hands were sliding slowly up and down Paul's back, caressing the smooth, heated skin, feeling how his imprint was shaking slightly under his touch. After a few minutes Paul gasped with surprise when Jacob groaned into his mouth and his hands suddenly slid lower, cupping Paul's bottom possessively.

Jacob lifted his imprint up and off the ground and Paul immediately wrapped his legs around his hips, their lips still connected in a passionate kiss. Jacob walked slowly to the granite rock in the middle of the clearing and sat on it, Paul still pressed tightly against his chest.

Eventually Paul broke the kiss only to attack his imprint's neck. Jacob moaned and his grip on Paul's butt tightened, as his hips bucked when his imprint's hot, moist breath ghosted over the smooth skin of his neck. Paul smirked softly and nibbled playfully at the side of Jacob's neck, his hands roaming curiously over his imprint's sculpted chest.

But when Jacob took hold of Paul's chin and titled his head, claiming a kiss Paul pulled away. Jacob felt how his imprint's body stiffened against his before Paul grabbed at his shoulders and looked around frantically.

"Did you hear that?"

"Paul what…"

"Shh…" Paul hissed and covered Jacob's mouth with his hand. "Listen Jake…there is…there is someone there!" He mumbled as he motioned with his head towards the dark woods.

Jacob listened carefully but he didn't hear anything. He was just about to speak up when he did hear a muffled noise that sounded like rustling of bushes and branch braking. He carefully lowered Paul on the ground, but his arms remained tightly wrapped around his imprint's waist.

"Stay here." He mumbled as he kissed Paul's temple softly, his eyes never leaving the dark spot between the trees from where the sound had come from. "I am coming in a few minutes. I just want to check what it is."

"But Jake…" Paul protested, his arms wrapping around Jacob keeping him in place when he tried to move away. "What if…"

"Nothing can happen to me you know that, Paul."

Paul sighed faintly and shook his head. Even though he knew that what Jacob had said was true he couldn't help but worry. Jacob had nothing to be afraid of in the woods at night because there was not a creature which could match his strength or size. But what if it wasn't an animal? What if it was something else? A vampire?

"I'm coming with you!"

"No, you are staying right here!"

"But…"

"You are staying here, Paul!" Jacob retorted, his hands rubbing Paul's back soothingly, his eyes scanning the area for something suspicious. "No "buts", I really mean it. You can't phase and defend yourself so you are staying here until I come back! I just want you to be safe, okay?"

"Okay…" Paul just bit at his lip and nodded reluctantly as he leaned against the white rock and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "But if you don't come back in two minutes I'll start looking for you!"

"Fine!" Jacob gave a slight smile and kissed his imprint on the forehead. "I won't be long, though." He mumbled and rubbed Paul's arms reassuringly.

Paul forced himself to stay still and not to leap after his imprint the moment Jacob let go of him and made his way to the dark woods. He breathed deeply, his eyes following Jacob's every movement intently.

The Quilcene's hands gripped at the rock under him when Jacob disappeared in the darkness between the tall pine trees after giving him a small reassuring smile. At first he tried to count the minutes, because he had meant it when he had said the he gave Jacob two minutes before he went after him. Paul did try to count, but he was so nervous and anxious that he couldn't focus no matter how hard he tried. He didn't know how long he had stayed where Jacob had told him to before he hesitantly stood up and started to walk slowly towards the end of the clearing.

"Jake!"

No response.

"Jacob!"

Paul all but jumped when he heard the sound of snapping branches. He could barely react when a huge, brown deer appeared from between the trees and trotted in less than a meter away from him, almost pushing him on the ground in the process. Still too shocked and surprised Paul nearly yelled when suddenly he was lifted in the air and pressed to a warm, wide chest.

"I think that I told you to stay by the rock!" Jacob growled, trying to sound irritated but without much success. "I guess that you never listen to what you are said to do!" He mumbled as he kissed Paul on the cheek.

"What the fuck, Jake!" Paul snapped shakily, still a bit shocked. "You almost gave me a heart attack! For second time tonight!"

"Oh, come on, Paul!" Jacob grinned as he cradled his imprint slightly in his arms, showering Paul's face with light kisses. "It was just a deer, babe!"

The teasing kisses and playful jokes continued for a couple of minutes until Jacob noticed that Paul's body was slowly going limp in his arms, Paul's smile melting away. Jacob saw how the other boy bit at his bottom lip slightly after a heavy sigh left his throat.

"Paul what's wrong…?"

"I hate it when it happens like this." Paul mumbled as he nuzzled Jacob's neck and wrapped his arms around his wide neck, Jacob still holding him bridal style. "I hate that we have to hide like this!"

Jacob just sighed as he made a few steps closer to the middle of the clearing and sat on the cool, soft grass, Paul sitting in his lap. He brushed his fingers through his imprint's dark silky hair and kissed the top of Paul's head lightly. It was happening every time - the fear, the thought that they could get caught were invading and disturbing their time together. They were growing tired of it, of the hiding, of the secrets and the lies they had to tell in order to avoid being caught.

"We jump at every sound, Jake." Paul whispered as Jacob entwined their fingers together and kissed his knuckles softly. "We hide and lie…we are always scared that somebody may see us!"

"I know…I know babe…" Jacob sighed faintly as he lay on his back, pulling Paul along with him. "But we have no other choice…for now."

They lay together on the cool grass, pressed against each other and staring at the night sky. Neither of them said anything anymore, they just lay silently relishing the chance to be together before they had to separate again.

Paul was just dozing off, pressed against his imprint's warm body, his head resting on Jacob's chest when he heard a loud noise coming from the forest again. He propped himself up on his hand as he stared in the distance, squinting his eyes in attempt to distinguish what was in the darkness.

"It's deer, Paul." Jacob whispered softly as he pulled his imprint against his chest again. "Sometimes they wander about the forest at night." He rubbed Paul's shoulders and smiled lightly as he felt him relax again.

Paul sighed as he gradually calmed down and buried his face in Jacob's neck, inhaling his soothing scent. They had little time left till dawn and he decided to spend it peacefully instead of worrying in vain. Jacob was probably right.

It must have been just a deer.


Quil Ateara Junior almost fell from the couch, where he had fallen asleep, when he was rudely woken up by a loud thud. When he finally managed to open his eyes and look around himself he saw his father standing by the doorway, his back pressed against the door, his face stern and severe as always. Though, tonight his features were twisted in expression which Quil couldn't quite place.

"Dad?" Quil mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. "Is something wrong?"

When his father didn't answer Quil just shrugged and rubbed his face, the man was rather cold and reserved most of the time, so the boy didn't consider his behavior as strange. The young native forced himself to stand up from the couch, and made his way to the kitchen to poor himself a glass of water. Quil didn't ask his father where he had been. Quil Ateara Senior had the habit to walk in the woods at night and go about the tribal lands. He said that it helped to calm his nerves when he couldn't sleep.

"Quil!"

"Yeah, Dad?" The boy answered immediately and went to the living room, wanting to see what his father needed.

The man was sitting in his huge armchair, his elbows resting on his knees, his palms pressed together as if in a prayer. Quil Ateara Senior had a thoughtful expression on his face as he inhaled deeply and finally looked at his son.

"Take the truck out of the garage, Quil."

"But Dad, it's four a.m.!" Quil gasped and looked at his father unbelievingly as he sat on the couch again. "Where are we going anyway?

"I said take the truck out of the garage and wait for me outside."

"Dad…"

"We are going to visit John Ahote." The man said sternly as he stood up from his armchair and started pacing around the room, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Can't it wait until the morning? We can't go at Paul's home in the middle of the night!"

"No, it can't wait until the morning!" The man retorted as he stopped abruptly and stared at his confused son, who still stood on the couch. "Now go, boy! Don't make me repeat myself!"

Quil just shook his head and grabbed his jacket from the chair by the hearth. He knew better than to retort to his father, furthermore his curiosity was already awakened and he really wanted to know what was so important that it couldn't wait until the morning.

Quil Ateara Senior followed his son's movements intently as the boy took the keys from the truck and made his way to the front the door. The man stood and rubbed his face as he walked to the window and stared at the dark woods.

"Paul…Paul…" He mumbled to himself as he brushed his fingers through his slightly grizzled hair. "You've always been such a disobedient boy!"

The man turned off the lights in the living room and exited the house as he heard the roar of the car engine and saw the light from the headlights in the dark, slightly foggy night.

"What I am going to tell your father now!" Quil Ateara Sr. chuckled silently as he made his way to the truck where his son waited for him. "I can't wait to see John's face…the old fool wouldn't believe me!"


REVIEWS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

Okay that is for now! But I have a few questions, since I have a little WB when it comes to this fic.

1. What do you think about Mpreg? Shall I make Paul pregnant? Or it will get too complicated? I think that I should leave it for later...I mean I can write a sequel where I'll write about Jake and Paul's life after they've established their relationship and the two tribes live peacefully. The Mpreg can take place in a completely new story because their case is too complicated and without a baby.

2. What do you think about Embry/Jared? Shall I include it as side pairing? Who should imprint on who? I think that Jared should imprint on Embry but I want to know your opinion anyway.

Waiting for your opinion on the new chapter and the questions! Thanks for reading my story!