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Acknowledgements: I'd like to shout-out a few people, the first being the newest daughter, who I really hope is feeling better by now. Ashatan87, I love the fact that your review was so in-depth and that you seem to like the story so much; I hope I answer all of your questions! A very supportive reviewer was mowmers, and I just wanted to say thanks for being concerned and I'm glad that you live my version of the characters so far. And last but definitely not least, orchidluv. You're my number one, and I love you for it! Thanks for sticking with me and the story, as slowly as it's moving. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

AN: In case you guys couldn't tell by the title, we're at Paul's POV! I was so excited to write this and even more excited for you guys to read it because it's longer than usual and I felt like this one flowed a little better. I think Paul's POV works better for me, so I can definitely do this a lot. I know I'm a little late, but I got called into work on a few of my off days.

Fun fact: the name of this chapter comes from the fact that I was listening to 'Eye of the Tiger' while writing this. Anyway, let's get do this.

Chapter 7: Eye of the Wolf

Standing between a tiny slip of a girl who just so happens to be my soulmate, designated to me by the spirits of my people, and her pissed off, pansy ass ex-boyfriend who just so happens to be a vampire and my natural nemesis, I know that this, this whole fucked-up situation, is gonna get worse before it gets better.

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This whole thing started when Baby Alpha made up his mind that Swan was gonna be his. It wouldn't be such a big thing if it was any other girl in the fuckin' universe. Literally any other girl.

But, no. He just had to latch onto the vampire's girlfriend, the one who was practically part of the leech's "family", the same one who apparently had an entire army of newborns coming for her.

Great choice, Black.

So now almost the entire pack is in a damn field in the middle of the night because Black's trying to get some and he has to go through a whole lotta vampire shit to get it. Also, the town could most definitely be in a shitload of danger, but I'm pretty sure that takes a backseat to his dick.

Clearwater was near me, hanging at the back of the group (because I'm not gonna sit in the front like a fuckin' loser), when Black showed up with the little leech lover. It was a little odd that he brought her, considering her boyfriend was across the field with his coven, glaring daggers.

As soon as she finished greeting everyone, Clearwater went and sat by her. I don't really know how they became 'besties', but it's funny as hell and totally innocent, so no one takes any issue with it. She'd pet him like a dog for a while, then they settled down and she put headphones in.

I could see her watching the blond vamp and the fights, the way he called the others and paired them up based on strengths and weaknesses only he could see.

And then I saw him scan the crowd, and our eyes locked.

And then he said my name, which shocked the hell out of me because I didn't think any of them knew who I was.

And then I moved forward, and I happened to glance over at Swan, and my entire fucking life changed.

Our eyes connected, and I literally felt a part of me attach to what had to be her.

She was now the central focus of my mind; she was my world.

Everything that I'd known or felt had changed in a literal second, and this was of course one of the most important moments that would happen in my life.

So, of course, I just had to turn to her douche of a boyfriend and think to him what the fuck just happened.

Uh-oh Glitterdick, shit just got real bad for you.

Though I'm forcing the words to him, there's an underlying image of her face, and it's just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

He must hear me, because I hear a broken sound escape, too low for human ears.

But I don't care.

As I draw closer to her, touch her and feel her blush, her soft skin, nothing matters except for her.

I hear Black in the background yelling, annoyance breaking through the haze of my euphoria at finding my soulmate. It also breaks her out of hers, I notice with amusement.

I love the way that she already seems to get punch-drunk from my presence, lured in by my voice. She'll try to fight it, but it won't work.

Poor little pale face, you have no idea what's coming your way.

This changes shit for everyone, but I don't give a damn.

I just imprinted, and if they've got a problem, then they can all collectively suck my balls.

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The next couple of days were a total shitshow.

Jacob lost his shit immediately. He couldn't even be near Paul without trying to fight or glare him to death. Sam took control of the situation, which Paul didn't give a damn about considering Jacob was irrelevant in the whole scheme of things. The kid didn't have a chance when she was just in a committed relationship; the fact that he saw her meet her literal soulmate should have given him that final push to give up on getting in her pants.

Especially considering the fact that that right now belonged exclusively to Paul himself, and he'd kill anyone who thought differently.

Basically, the entire pack was flipping out, either incredulous or laughing their asses off. Not at he and Bella themselves, because that shit is sacred, but at the fucked up situation.

The girl was his soulmate, but she attracted danger and supernatural shit like nobody's business. Karma's a total bitch, because everything he'd thought was funny when it was Jacob's problem was suddenly his problem.

It was still funny, but it was an unbelievable amount of shit.

Sam took it upon himself to take Paul aside and gave him the whole big spiel about how much Bella's been through and if he hurt her, he'd find some kind of fucked up punishment that would make Paul wish he'd never been born. Seth tried to do the same, and Paul humored him, but they both knew that if he wanted to, Paul could beat Seth in two point five seconds.

Sam and Seth had also given him a lot of information that he wasn't aware of before the whole situation. He'd wondered how she got into all of this shit, and it wasn't really her fault.

The girl just had really shitty luck.

She moved to a remote town just to immediately get drawn into some vampirical shit because some hundred year old pussy didn't know how to keep just about the most important secret in the world. Then a bunch of shit goes down, he drops her like a fucking mixtape, she does some incredibly brave shit to save him, and somewhere along the way, some vamp chick decides to come kill her and just brings a fucking army. Then, on top of all that, she goes through so much shit for this guy because she thinks he's the love of her life, only to come literally face to face with her soulmate, meaning that she did all of that shit for nothing.

Rough shit, right?

Paul's actually glad that she's his imprint because she obviously needs someone to keep her ass out of trouble.

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It was around one in the afternoon when Paul found himself at Swan's house.

Did she tell him to come over after she got out of school? Yes.

Did he listen to her at all? Obviously not, so stop being a smart ass.

It's not like he couldn't wait to see her, hear her voice, see how well her hips fill his hands, hear her breathy little moans . . .

Got a little off topic there.

It's not like he's expecting anything from her anytime soon, because he's pretty sure that she's a virgin. He knows that she has to straighten out the whole situation with the vamp, and that she's not going to just suddenly fall onto his dick as soon as she sees him, but he just can't stop thinking about her.

That's why he came a little early, so he could get his shit together and find out what they're gonna do. Whether they're going to try to do this thing together, or they're gonna be friends or what. Is she gonna break up with the leech? Is he going to be around a lot, or is she gonna try to keep them separate?

That's why he's here, to get answers.

And he can feel that she's home, like something in his chest that's pulling him towards her. She most likely felt it too, and it had kept her home from school.

Which is why she probably wouldn't mind if he just let himself in by climbing through a second story window.

As he followed her scent to what he correctly assumed was her room, he noticed that he heard music. He also noticed that she had good taste in music. Not particularly his scene, but it sounded cool.

She didn't notice him at first, but when she did, it was like time froze. They stared at each other for the longest time, and then they both seemed to make the decision to get it started.

Of course she asked how he got in, but she doesn't need to know that, and they have more important things to talk about.

Like the fact that she technically has a boyfriend, who's over a hundred years old and is a vampire and a total bitch.

In the following hours, he learns so much about her, and he can tell she's surprised about the things he tells her.

He learns how she got the silver bite mark on her wrist, and how she was brave enough to go toe to toe with a crazy fucking vampire who would undoubtedly kill her in the most painful way possible, all because she wanted to protect her mom.

She's overjoyed to find out that he likes to read, and he's secretly pleased that his imprint's a huge fucking nerd.

She tells him how she always took control of the household because her mom was irresponsible and how she felt that she kind of missed out on childhood and being a normal teenager, which he understands and feels bad about, especially since she came to Forks for normalcy and got a fucking Hellmouth.

He tells her funny stories about the pack that she missed, and he loves watching her laugh with abandon.

It's been so long since he'd actually had a conversation with a girl, with anybody in fact. Something where they actually found things out about the other person without the intent to get into bed with each other.

He doesn't know if it's the imprint, or just who she is, but it's nice, and he likes it.

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It's getting late when she's finished making dinner, and he's been enjoying just watching her in her element. She's the clumsiest little thing he's ever met, but she doesn't falter once in the kitchen. It's like she's on autopilot, and it's clear that she enjoys cooking a lot. He knows she does because of all the food she used to bring over when she first started hanging with the pack. Anytime she came around, there was always some kind of dessert or snack or meal accompanying her. Emily loved her instantly, if only because of all the extra help that no one else ever gave her.

He'd wondered where her dad was, because of course he knew that he never came home. He would have heard him, either when he entered the house or when he had a fucking heart attack because a guy was in his daughter's room for god knows how long while he wasn't home.

His silent question is answered when the man in question calls and tells Bella that he's not gonna be coming home for dinner. By her response, he can tell that this is a normal thing, and it gave him an uncomfortable feeling to know that she's alone some nights, when there are so many supernatural creatures out to get her.

She asks him to stay for dinner, but he knows he has to get back because the pack is undoubtedly waiting to see how it went. Sam had been texting him for the last few hours almost constantly after Paul let him know that he was going to see Bella. Thankfully, Black had still been at school, so he hadn't had to watch that bitchfit when Sam told him. He'll make sure to watch it through someone's memories, because that had to be funny as hell.

Anyone could tell that she'd been hanging around the pack for a while, because she cut him a piece of lasagna that barely fit in the container she put it in. He makes sure that she knows he's appreciative. She doesn't have to cook for him, but it means a lot that she wants to feed him, considering the fact that his mother was almost never home to cook for him, meaning he had to fend for himself.

It's sweet that she walks him to the door, and he realizes that there are a lot of things that are sweet about her. She's awkward and adorable and she listens to crazy fucking music. She's clumsy as hell, and the fact that she took ballet when she was a kid.

She likes listening to him talk, and she actually cares about what he has to say.

So when the door opens and he sees her pasty, undead ex-boyfriend, he's not worried.

In fact, he straight out smirks.

He wants her, and he's gonna make sure that she wants him, too.

So if this walking glitter bomb thinks that he's gonna make this easy on him, he's got another fucking thing coming.

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AN: And there we have it! This took a lot less time than usual, so I hope you guys enjoyed it. For the people who reviewed and explained themselves, it's not a big deal. My feelings weren't hurt or whatever, I just had to explain how things are gonna go.

Speaking of reviews, a few of you voted and there was a good mix of opinions. A lot of you said that you would like longer chapters every couple weeks, and most of you just want me to finish this any way I can. I'm gonna try to make these chapters longer, but I'm gonna be pretty busy for the next month or so. Things will be back to normal (probably better) in December, but I'll try to get as much done before then.