Temper, Temper: Chapter Twenty Six: Man Hug

When Alex woke up, a cold sweat was forming over her brow, she recognised the sofa she lay in as a furnishing in the Cullen's home. Through the large windows she saw the foggy bank which hugged the black of the night.

Sniffing the air made her know the house was empty, the Cullen's weren't long gong but obviously her visit coincided with their day of hunting. Wolves had been in here as well, Paul's scent was the strongest and she had no doubt he had been sat at her side at one point. Stretching out her legs she noticed someone had dressed her in comfortable grey jogging bottoms and a loose grey top.

Slowly Alex stood up, her legs shook as Alex reached her full height but after steadying herself she began to inspect her body thoroughly. Her wrist had been stitched together and had a light gauze wrapped over it to shield it from infection. Her body was covered in bruises that colourfully stood out against her pale skin.

A breath hitched in her throat as the realisation of the past few days hit her. It was like staring at the purple and yellow wounds made everything darker and scary. Alex was out of her depth.

There was only one thing she did when life's situations made her feel as though she was drowning, one thing instilled into her brain. She needed to take back hold of her comfort blanket. La Push wasn't a comfort blanket, everything there was still new and exciting.

Now, she wanted her normal routine. She was only getting that in one place.

Before Alex realised the rushed decision she made, rhythmic steps began pounding on the Cullen's expensive floor. They were hers and robotically they carried her from the house.

In rare lapse of her emotions, tears began to pour down her cheeks as she pelted away from Forks not even bothering to hide her supernatural speed, the forest would do that for her.

Paul didn't enter her mind, she forced the image of him completely from her mind and focussed utterly on the destination of her homeland.

As the moisture dripped over her features, Alex sobbed to accompany them and, despite scolding herself for the pitiful noises which controlled her throat, she could do nothing to stop them. The whole of her journey, Alex remained like that and didn't pause to catch her breath and think about what she was doing.

Seth walked into the Cullen's house with ease. He didn't feel as 'Super Natural vs Super Natural' as the other wolves in his pack were. When he got there though, deciding to visit during the early morning hours because of his patrol schedule, his heart sank.

Alex was gone.

Taking a deep breath Seth tried to compose himself, 'She would have woken up and gone to Paul' he told himself mentally. Angry Paul had only stayed a certain amount of time at Alex's side, fearing her reaction when she woke up he had left and trusted that their argument could be resolved when she was feeling calmer.

The journey to Paul's house made Seth nervous, Paul was volatile and always had been, when Alex was with him he was calmer but when anything threatened her or their relationship his temper reverted back to its old ways.

Biting his lip, Seth made it to the top step of the porch and hesitated before taking a deep breath and knocking lightly.

A faint grumbling started up before it got louder and finally the source of the complaints opened the door, revealing a tired looking Paul.

"What's the matter?" Paul demanded sleepily.

"Um…is Alex here?" Seth asked.

Paul's demeanour instantly changed and he woke up with an angry frown, "She's at the Cullen's'" he sounded out with greeted teeth.

"She's…She's not there" Seth said, taking a step backwards away from Paul, fearing the reaction he would evoke.

Paul put his hands to his nose and deeply inhaled before dropping to crouch on his knees. Several moments passed by before Paul's temper kicked in, he launched to his feet and took hold of the door aggressively, slamming it shut. The house rumbled from the force.

Locked outside Seth couldn't see what was happening, but the noise inside told him all he needed to know. Inside the house Paul was taken his anger out on everything and anything he could find. Smashes, crashes, clanking and shattering streamed from the residence and Seth did the only thing he could think of.

Phasing, he pierced the air with a howl, raising the alarm and feeling grateful that Sam was the alpha, being so alert he had changed within minutes and was now quizzing Seth mentally on what had happened.

Other wolves had phased too, but they didn't need to see what Paul was going through. Sam sent them home straight away, apologising for the inconvenience of course, Seth begrudgingly left as well. Wondering how Alex could do this to his brother?

This was different to the first time she left. They were in a relationship now, more than that even, she had accepted the imprint and Paul deserved an explanation.

Sam pushed open the door cautiously and felt instantly sorry for Paul. His house was completely trashed, the hallway mirror was shattered and other debris scattered over the floor. The noises had stopped now and the house was silent. Sam stepped over the glass careful not to get any of the smaller pieces in his foot.

As Sam entered the living room, the destruction continued but the cause of all the mess had stopped his tirade and was sat on the edge of the sofa, head in his hands shaking lightly.

"Paul?"

Sam continued forward, crouched slightly and spoke comfortingly, trying to make the young adult come to his senses and answer.

Paul didn't speak at all. When Sam came straight in front of his bent over figure, Paul raised his head and looked at his alpha. The light reflected off the moisture that had branched over his features and the alpha part of Sam instantly took over. Instantly Sam pulled his second in command into a soothing hug.

"She left Sam" Paul's voice was weak and quavered half way through the sentence with a coughing splutter through his tears, Sam held onto him tightly and almost began to sob himself.

Imprinting took the extreme form of love and having your imprint leave was something Sam couldn't even contemplate. So he stayed there, holding Paul's shaking body in the large man hug as he let out his tears and tried to stay strong.