I cannot remember the name of the story; however, it is loosely based off a story about Paul being rejected by Rachel. There might be some similarities, so I just wanted to say that it was not completely my idea. We all know that Stefanie Myers owns the Twilight Series and characters.

Bella's POV

I graduated two years ago with master's degree in English, and it has been four years, since my first book jumped to the Best Seller list. I had just returned from a six-month tour across parts of Europe and Scandinavia. My editor was excited about some ideas I got. I was exhausted when I arrived from the airport that I instantly went to sleep.

The moment I fell asleep, I was thrown back in time. In front of me was a silver wolf, he appeared to be in a lot of pain. I could not see any injuries; however, the eyes I could never forget. I looked at them for over a year. They were dead as if the soul were dying. I felt the old pain in my chest flare wide open once again. I understood what was happening to the wolf.

I woke with a start. I quickly showered repacked my suitcase with warmer clothes. I called the airport and taxi service. I waited outside. I could not believe that I was doing this. I have not been back to Washington, since my marriage to Edward. I still try not to think about it. I owe Seth, Paul, Jasper, Rose, and Emmitt everything. I had not been married a year before, it was annulled. I legally changed my last name to Whitlock to honor what they did for me.

I allowed the memories to flow through me, as I moved through the airport. I knew it was going to be a battlefield. Even after my marriage was annulled, I never contacted them. I just allowed them to assume what they wanted. However, I had to come. The idea of Paul going through what I did was unthinkable. I hope I never meet the bitch that rejected him. I swear to all the Spirits I will beat the shit out of her.

If I was being reminded of that pain; then I knew it had to bad. I just wondered what the fuck they were doing. At this point, I really do not care. Jacob's parting words to me at my wedding cut me deeply. I have grown up and moved on. It really made me wondered what they were doing for Lahote. I could smell the death and despair coming off that wolf. With that thought, I growled as I got on the plane.

Seven hours later with the time difference, so it was longer, I walked up to the car rental in Seattle. I signed the paperwork and took the keys. I stopped in a small town just outside of Port Angeles to eat. I continued to drive. I drove straight to Forks and the old Cullen house. It was mine now. I just did not want anyone to know that I was here yet, because they would find out soon enough.

I went into my old room. I quickly unpacked my things. I will have to look around. I told them that they better have removed anything they valued and wanted to keep. I told them that I was possibly going to sell it. I was hoping there were a few things they left. I had loved Carlisle's book collection. I would check it out later, because I just wanted to go back to sleep, again. I am so tired of being on plane. I flopped on my bed and was back asleep.

I was back in the woods. I followed the whimpering to see the silver wolf. My heart just broke for him. I could see the pack trying to reach and help him. I noticed after a month that would just leave him alone except for once a week. I was pissed. They were just giving up on him. They were now just checking to see if he was dead. I knew the stories. A rejected imprint led to the death of the wolf which leads to the death of the man.

I awoke three hours later determined. I decided that I would stay till I knew Paul was back on his feet and living for himself. I knew that meant several things. I would be here for six months or longer. It means that I would need things from my house, and have it closed. As I moved into the kitchen for a glass of water, I noticed a note on the fridge door: Everything is fully stocked. I thought you might need it. – PW

I could have kissed Peter. I could have my coffee. I made a sandwich as I had the coffee brewing. I pulled out my phone and held down the number 2. "Thank you, Petey."

"Your welcome, Sug. You care to tell me what prompted you to return to a place you swore to never visit?" Peter spoke with his Texan drawl.

"You know I just got back from Europe. I immediately crashed. I had a dream about a silver wolf. His eyes were dead. I could still see the wolf was alive. I recognized those eyes. I had them for months after Edward left me. I felt that old pain. I knew what was happening. Paul was rejected by his imprint. When I woke, I immediately got on another plane and came here." I had to take a deep breath.

"I came straight to the house. I unpacked and fell asleep. I dreamed of the wolf again. This time I watched that after a month the pack would just check on him once a week to see if he had died, yet. For an imprint to reject the wolf leads to the death of the wolf. I will not allow him die. I will be here for the foreseeable future." I growled.

"I always knew you had a wolf inside you. What do you need?" Peter smirked through the phone.

I poured my coffee and stepped outside to the cold porch. "I need my house closed. I need my office, files and notebooks completely packed and shipped. I am sure you will know what I need. I need my cars and bikes."

I noticed that Peter was silent. "I am not getting any information, so I can say that nothing life threatening to you will happen. I will take care of your things. You will have them on Thursday. Char, I and the Major are in our Oregon residence; so, if you need anything we will be there in hours."

"I appreciate it. It is time I faced my past anyway. Tell Char, she was correct. She will know what I mean. You should be receiving a package soon. Send everyone my love. I am going to try and get some work done before the sunrises." I hung up the phone.