This is going to be the first chapter that hasn't went through my beta, so sorry if there are any errors. Also take note of Claire's age in this one.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Since becoming a wolf Paul hadn't slept deep enough that the sounds of the rain or the woods didn't wake him at some point during the night, nor had he had a single dream in the two years since phasing. Since imprinting though it had been a different story, as soon as his would close he saw her and he had been seeing her since. Over and over again the moment that he imprinted on Angela played in his mind. The seconds ran through his head just as slowly in the dream as they had in real life. His eyes roamed over her body in slow motion the dream just as they had that night, but in the dream he realized things he hadn't when the imprint had taken place. The orange juice stain on her shirt, the fact that her nipples were erect, her body shaking with either need to be near him or cold he wasn't sure. Even in the dark he could see every shade of brown, red and black in her hair. He could see the shimmer on her lips and the tint of her cheeks. His eyes bore into hers taking her in, in that moment.

As he stepped toward her the memory of him fucking Mindy flashed through his mind and he stumbled back into a wall. Looking around Paul realized that he was in her house. His heart began to pound as he wondered if he was still dreaming or if he had somehow ended up there without knowing it. It was then that he saw her again. Suspended in the air, her legs wrapped around nothing, her fingers gripping air in front of her face. Shoving his palms into his eyes Paul shook his head then dropped his hands only to find the scene the same. When a gasp caught his attention he realized where he was. He was at her house, but it wasn't what he first thought. Taking her in again he realized that he was back in the moment when he went to her. Stepping forward Paul let his eyes take in the sight before him. Her legs were clenched, holding on afraid to let go. Sliding his eyes up her body he took note that her stomach was jumping as her chest rose and fell rapidly her heart pounding almost in sync with his own in that moment but even then Paul realized as his hand went to his heart. Her eyes closed tight, as if she were scared of what was happening but her mouth hung open in pleasure. He let his gaze wonder down her slender arms to the fingers that were kneading the air which he knew at the time was the back of his neck. As his gaze locked on her long slender fingers a growl tore out of his mouth. Her fingers, hell her whole hands were shaking, shaking to the point that he knew he should have felt it at the time but he didn't. Dropping his focus from her hands Paul took in the whole scene once again. Her hands and fingers shaking, her eyes clenched shut, her slender frame shaking. As he took her in he zeroed in on the sound of her pounding heart. She was-

"Paul wake up, its two thirty!"

Jared's heavy fist slamming against his battered front door pulled him out of his dream, causing him to shoot up right in bed, his eyes wide in realization. She was scared shitless. Paul muttered under his breath as the pounding continued. Pulling on the cutoff sweats by his bed he lumbered down the hall scratching the back of his head.

"What the hell do you want man," he growled while jerking open the door, "and quit pounding on the damn door so hard you're gonna break it and then I'm going to have to kick your ass."

"Sam said you were supposed to be at his place this afternoon that you wanted to imprint chat with us." Jared said while wiggling his eyebrows at him.

Turning from the door Paul made his way into the kitchen, "Sam can wait a few minutes I'm fucking starving."

"Emily made breakfast before she went over to your girls house."

Paul's arm froze in mid air at the mention of both food and his imprint, "is she alright?"

Jared wore a shit eating grin as he made his way into the kitchen, "guess so, it's not like she rushed over there in a panic."

"She's not fucking telling her." Paul growled taking a menacing step toward Jared.

Holding his hands up Jared stepped back, "whoa dude, she's not telling her but she is taking muffins over. You know Emily wouldn't say anything to her until you did. She just wants to get a feel or something. Are you ready I'm starving too, you know running a damn near triple patrol will do that too a man."

Rolling his eyes Paul shouldered past Jared out the door, he really needed to get this shit figured out.

~U~

The three wolves had been sitting around the fire pit in Sam's yard for more than forty five minutes talking about their imprints and Paul still didn't have the answers he was looking for. He knew that the two thought their imprinting was amazing; the greatest fucking thing to ever happen to them, but that wasn't what he wanted to hear. Neither one of them were giving him the information that he actually needed, as crazy as it sounded Paul was about to skip out on the two and get the information from the source. The girls, he shuddered at the thought. Emily and Kim were cool enough, he got along with them, they were after all imprints, part of the pack, but that didn't mean they wouldn't spout the same rainbows and sunshine shit he'd been hearing going on an hour. The only other imprint would be completely pointless to talk to; Claire being fourteen she was just as clueless as his own imprint.

"Where they scared when you fucked them?" Paul questioned as the picture of Angela's clenched eyes and shaking fingers flashing through his mind.

Silence surrounded him for a moment before snarls ripped through the air and Paul jerked to his feet prepared for the ass beating that he just might get.

Sure enough Jared launched himself at Paul from across the fire pit and they slammed to the ground. Paul phased before Jared knowing he'd pissed off his packmate, asking a question like he did. He waited until Jared phased too before he let the fight resume.

For the next fifteen minutes they rolled around the backyard slamming into trees, logs and even mowing over Sam's half rotted garden shed, when their fight moved through half of the newly tilled garden Sam phased instantly ordering them both to stand down, and for Jared to put a lock on both his thoughts and his words.

"Explain Paul." Sam ordered growling his muzzle near his neck.

Choosing the mind link over words Paul showed both Jared and Sam what he saw during the imprint and then after at the house.

That's all normal, both Jared and Sam said in unison

Growling Paul swung his head toward Jared and then opened the link wider showing them both the dream, what really happened during both of those moments. As his thoughts tapered off all the tension left Jared's body and he slumped to the ground while Sam sat back on his haunches.

You think that's what really happened Paul, Sam asked his tone giving away the fact that he didn't believe it. It was a dream.

I know it was a dream Sam, but I haven't had a damn dream since I phased and after all that, you saw what she did, she ran away, threw up. She really was fucking scared but she couldn't, I didn't- Paul cut himself off wishing that he was in human form so he could punch a tree out of frustration.

First, Jared said jerking him out of his thoughts of tree punching, you didn't do anything to her that neither of us didn't do with Kim or Emily, imprinting is powerful stuff man.

But they weren't scared when you took them, Paul shot back, were they, they weren't shaking like fucking leaves with their eyes clenched shut the whole damn time.

Paul, Sam's voice pulled him from the thoughts his mind was headed, you stopped, you didn't do anything.

I almost fucked my virgin imprint against a wall with Jake and Bella standing right there! He roared lunging at Sam.

STOP, the command brought Paul to his stomach. You stopped, you didn't do anything to her is that clear. Sam waited a moment for Paul's answer. When he didn't he took a step forward causing Paul's wolf to press into the dirt further and even whimper. You did nothing to her, you didn't hurt her, you didn't take advantage of her, nothing happened. I'm not lying to you Paul, you're wolf wouldn't let you hurt your imprint-

Before Paul could stop it the image of Emily in the hospital flashed through his mind making Sam's wolf eyes shut and then slowly open filled with pain. Phasing before them Sam stood to his full height walked over to Paul wrapping his hand in the fur at his wolf's neck, bringing his human eyes to Paul's wolf ones Sam's voice was nothing but business and pain.

"What you think you did to her is nothing like what happened to Emily. You have had control of your wolf for nearly two years now Paul, I didn't."

Paul whined while crawling closer to his Alpha, sorry that the thought slipped into his head, at the same time still worried that he had in-fact hurt her.

"Phase back both of you." Sam ordered as he patted Paul's head and stood.

After jerking on their shorts and righting the logs and clearing the trees from around the pit the three men sat back down, this time closer nearly shoulder to shoulder needing the bond of the pack.

"Kim wanted me for years, she wasn't scared at all." Jared spoke while looking into the woods.

Paul huffed thinking the statement wasn't any help at all.

"She was a virgin though." Jared spoke again causing Paul to snort. He'd pretty much figured that given the fact that he and every other person on the rez knew just how long Kim had wanted Jared.

"How is this helping me at all?" Paul leaned forward to look around Sam

"Just answering your question man."

Rolling his eyes Paul sat back and looked at Sam waiting for his answer.

As their eyes locked Sam drew in a deep breath and let out a frustrated sigh, "I don't really think Emily was scared either seeing as how she was the one that jumped me. I'd just imprinted, I still couldn't control the wolf it happened."

"She did" both Jared and Paul in disbelief Paul smiled at the thought of Emily jumping Sam. As wolves practically everything was open to the mind link, everything but the first mating between the wolf and his imprint. Still looking at Sam, Paul was shocked by this information.

Shrugging his shoulders Sam held his hands in a what's a guy to do gesture. "Leah was the last thing on my mind the second her lips touched my neck. After though, she was the first thing I thought about and it about fucking killed me."

"Was she-" Paul began

"She was." Sam said shaking his head.

"So if they both were, that can't be it."

"Maybe it's because they knew us before?" Jared blurted

"Emily didn't know me."

"She didn't know you, but Leah had been talking to her about you for month's maybe that was it, she felt like she knew you?"

"Maybe, who knows."

"Well I'd like to fucking know!" Paul shouted. "My imprint is scared as shit of me, but grinds on my dick like she wanted me in her yesterday and I don't even know if I want a fucking imprint at this point."

The end of Paul's sentence came out as a pant as his hand shot to his chest, and he fell to his knees. With wide eyes he shot a panicked look at both Sam and Jared.

"Yeah," Sam said as he shifted toward Paul, "that's what it felt like."

"Fuck me." Paul continued to pant, his heart thudding against his now tight chest. He felt like the fucking world was sitting there.

"Stop thinking that way Paul, you can't fight an imprint."

"She was fucking-" Paul couldn't finish what he was saying. The blackness moved from the corner of his vision before slowly taking over completely.

~U~

Something cold and wet ran over Paul's forehead making him stir. His chest was damp and wet, and feeling the rocks digging into his pecs let him on to the fact that the fuckers hadn't moved him since he passed out. He'd fucking passed out.

"What the hell," Paul muttered struggling to sit up, the dark grey sky blocking out the sun. "What time is it?"

"Almost six thirty."

Emily answered as she threw the rag into a bowl at his side.

"They fucking left me-"

"Paul," Emily chided. "Jake is still with Bella and Angela, Quil, Jared and Sam are patrolling and-"

"Where the fuck is Call."

When Emily smacked his shoulder lightly his head snapped in her direction, "he's"

"I'm in here honey," Embry called from the kitchen, the sound of a fork scraping across a plate quickly following, "I've been watching you while you've played sleeping beauty most of the afternoon."

Growling Paul pushed himself to his feet and started toward the house, more than ready to kick the pup's ass.

"Paul," Emily said again catching his wrist.

Looking back at her Paul shook his head and wiggled his wrist waiting for her to drop it, "you're damn lucky Call." He snarled before turning to face Emily.

Emily motioned toward the logs, waiting until Paul started back toward them before she did.

When he was seated Paul sat looking at the woods, trying in vein to not make eye contact with Emily when she stepped in front of him and spoke, "she's alright, just a little confused about what was going on last night."

"She tell you or the leech lover."

Frowning at him Emily narrowed her eyes until he did the same, "she did."

"Just like that huh opening up to a girl she doesn't even know."

"It's easy for girls when other girls do."

Growing frustrated Paul rocked forward until his elbows rested on his knees, "how is this supposed to be helping me."

"I want you to know that I felt the same way."

"That so," Paul cocked his eyebrow at her, the lifted his lip as much as he could in a smile before making both of his eyebrows do an exaggerated jump.

When Emily's face flushed red, Paul felt like an ass, Sam had definitely told her what he'd shared about their fist mating.

With her head down, Emily picked at a thread on her shirt, "yes that is so Paul."

"Hey," he reached out toward her wanting to take away her embarrassment.

"No Paul," Emily moved back. "I shouldn't have but when he knocked on my door that night, I was home alone, he was naked, the only naked man I'd ever seen and he was so beautiful, more beautiful and perfect then Leah had ever described him and I just couldn't help myself."

"How long," Paul asked his mind working to put something together.

Emily looked at him, tears filling her eyes, as she looked away one spilled down her cheek, "I'd just met him that morning. I was at Leah's and he came over because Leah wanted me to meet him before the wedding. As soon as he looked at me, all I wanted to do was be in his arms, having him hold me and protect me and more. Leah was standing there talking I could hear her scolding him and me too, but I couldn't look away. When he stepped toward me, I ran into the bathroom because I knew if I didn't I'd make a fool of myself right there in front of her. I couldn't do it. I lied, told her that I was sick and went home. He came just a couple of hours later and I did then what I'd wanted to do in Leah's living room, I couldn't stop the way I felt, I didn't want to as selfish as that is, it just felt too good, too right."

"Where is Kim?"

Emily's head jerked up and she quickly brushed the tears from her cheeks, stunned that he didn't have anything else to say, "what?"

"Kim, where is Kim I need to talk to her."

"Paul you don't-"

"Listen," Paul said his hand landing solidly on her shoulder. What happened with you, Sam and Leah was fucked up for all of you, but you can't change it."

Jerking her head in agreement Emily patted his hand, "she's at the restaurant, she has the late shift."

"Thanks Em."

~U~

Kim had her back toward the bar filling a pot of coffee when Paul walked in. The restaurant was almost empty aside from a couple of fishermen sitting near the back. Kim clearly wasn't busy and in his mind had time to talk.

"How long did it take for you to jump his ass?" Paul said while squeezing into a stool at the middle of the bar.

"Well hello to you Paul." Kim said as she sat a steaming cup of coffee down in front of him.

"Don't really have time for the usual Kimmy can you just answer the question." It wasn't that Paul didn't like Kim, she was ok almost like the bratty little sister he never had. Given the fact that she'd snatched his best friend only months after he'd gotten him back kept Paul from bonding with her quite like he had with Emily.

Cocking her head to the side Kim tapped the counter with her nails, the look that crossed her face letting Paul know just what he was in for, "tapping it two days in and practically every day since." That was another reason Paul didn't have the same relationship with her as he did with Emily, Kim was a freak. She was all quite and standoffish toward everyone until you got to know her, and Paul knew a lot more about her than he ever wanted too. Based on Kim he was pretty sure it was true what they said, they shy ones were always freaks in the sheets.

"You're going to me puke."

"You asked."

"I don't need to know anymore about your sex life Kimmy."

"Stop calling me that."

"Don't like it outside the bedroom?"

"Actually, it turns me on Paul."

Pushing back on the stool Paul's eyes went wide before he stood, "you'd better cut it out." Kim was the only girl that ever made him uncomfortable, and he fucking hated it. Paul knew she wouldn't fuck around on Jared; she loved the little bastard more than anything but it didn't stop her from doing shit that made him uncomfortable once she realized it. No matter how often Jared razzed him about Kim, he wanted to make sure his friend never took their snark as anything other than what it was.

Kim smirked at him with a shrug, "you asked for it."

So not worth it, Paul thought as he uncurled himself from the stool.

"Why do you want to know? Trying to beat us?"

Paul stopped and narrowed his eyes at her, "Jared tell you."

With another smirk Kim propped her hip against the counter, "actually Old Quil told me."

"How did he-" Paul asked slamming his ass back onto the stool.

"Came buy this morning, with Quil. I don't really know how they know seeing as they've been in the woods for two weeks."

"His old ass knows everything." This really was all Paul needed. Old Quil and his loud mouth surely would have told the rest of the council by now.

"I've gotta go."

Kim waved her hand in a shooing gesture toward the door, snapping his teeth at her in reply Paul stood from the stool and walked out the door.

~U~

With the other wolves on patrol and the urge to kick Old Quil in the ass more than anything Paul had to get out of the rez. He didn't want to go back to Emily's, what with the crying and that little bastard there stuffing his face. As he walked toward the woods Paul wondered if his decision to go see her was a wise one, but he couldn't fight the need he felt to be near her. Grumbling under his breath Paul stripped, tied his shorts to his ankle and took off toward Forks.