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Paul

Paul slowly walked up to the house with the rest of the pack, ensuring that they were far enough away without giving their position up. The stench of vampire had overpowered his senses from the moment they got near the property; it was everywhere as though it blanketed the entire section of woods. He hadn't really listened to what everyone was saying he was trying to keep himself from jumping the fence, running into the house and ripping apart whatever vampire was hiding inside. Paul had always been the most aggressive of the pack and it was something that he prided himself on. The feeling of letting himself go and enjoying the adrenaline that coursed through his veins was better than any rollercoaster. Even though he wasn't paying attention he could tell though that Jacob had done something stupid and that Sam was rather pissed at him again. Paul always thought that Jacob was an idiot for turning down alpha, whatever his pathetic excuse was he didn't care.

"Surround the outside of the house." Sam ordered snapping Paul out of his violent fantasy of the different ways he'd dispose of their newest target.

Paul watched as the pack divided by Sam's will; he, Quil, Leah and Sam surrounded the front of the house leaving Seth, Jared and a very reluctant Jacob to guard the back. Each of them had hidden themselves in the shadows of the forest so to give themselves the element of surprise, all their extra training from Sam is already starting to pay off. Paul was glad for it as the last thing he wanted to do was tip their enemy off, he enjoyed the look of surprise and horror written all over their face as he pounced on them.

"Someone's coming out, be ready and hold your positions!" Sam said firmly.

He watched as a short teenager dressed in dark tattered jeans and a faded red shirt stepped out of the house and began surveying the area around him. It was as if a red haze had dropped in front of Paul's eyes and all he could see was his target - his enemy. Paul watched him very closely as the stranger carefully made his way down the path getting closer and closer to the gate. The boy seemed to be a few years younger than him, maybe closer to Seth's age he assumed. Paul began to rock back and forth, the scent in the air was making him more and more excited and now that he could see his target he just wanted to rip him apart. However Embry couldn't wait, (not that Paul blamed him) as he snarled and launched himself out of his hiding spot.

Paul watched in fascination as the teen rocked back into a fighting stance as his wide eyes took in Embry. While Embry wasn't as imposing as Paul, he knew that to an outsider the grey wolf would have shaken anyone. However the vampire didn't seem scared or afraid, in fact his expression barely changed instead he just whipped out a piece of wood and brandished it in front of him like a sword. Paul snorted with amusement at how stupid he looked standing there expecting them to be afraid of a stick. He loved it when their prey wanted and attempted to fight back; even if he took out a bazooka it wouldn't change Paul's mind, he was relishing the thought of tearing that teens limbs off as he screamed. Unable to keep himself in check, he came out of the shadows following Embrys example. He knew that Sam would be pissed that they announced themselves early without waiting for his lead but he didn't care he couldn't let Embry get to the little vampire first. Unfortunately for him the sleek grey wolf was by far the fastest and swiftest of the pack which meant that he'd get there first. Leah and Sam had revealed themselves now that the surprise was ruined, Paul could hear the angry words from Sam in the back of his head however he ignored it and focused on the leech.

Embry kicked off from the ground hard trying to launch himself over the wall. As he made his way over, he abruptly stopped in mid-air above the fence for a second - it looked like someone had hit pause on a movie. The smell of burnt hair erupted from the small wolf, putting everyone on edge. Suddenly Embry was flung backwards and slid across the ground as if he was a rag doll.

"Embry" Leah shouted. Paul had stopped a few metres from the wall after seeing what happened to Embry and turned around to see his pack mate lying in an odd position against a large tree. He knew something bad had happened to him when he couldn't sense Embry or feel his thoughts in his mind. That either meant that he was unconscious or dead. Paul could feel uncontrollable anger flood through him, he would avenge what happened to Embry. After discovering more about the Cullen's he shouldn't be surprised that someone could form a shield for protection, after all that short leech – Alice could see the future.

The boy was hesitant as he reached out for the latch on the gate; Paul was trying to will the stranger to do it, he knew his only chance to attack would be if the foolish boy underestimated him and stepped out from the protection of the fence. A firm expression lined the teens face as he grasped the handle of the door and yanked it open.

As soon as he stepped out, Sam straightened up to his full height and snarled obviously trying to intimidate the blood sucker. Though Paul didn't care if he was scared of them or not, he wanted to attack. With the little dark haired vampire's attention completely focused on Sam, Paul decided now was the best chance to attack, quickly running full pelt at the boy. The boy didn't seem to have noticed Paul running towards him instead he stared fixed at Sam's large form. When Paul was close enough he kicked off from the ground and opened his powerful jaws in preparation to rip into him.

"No!" Paul heard someone shout. The vampire turned slightly around to face him as his front paws to push him down to the ground with a loud wack that echoed around the clearing. Paul didn't care that someone was yelling at him to stop all that mattered was that he had the vampire trapped underneath his large paws - he was going to finish this. He snarled quickly and sank his teeth into his victim's shoulder causing him to scream out loud. Suddenly he was ripped from his prey by a large reddish brown wolf, who had collided powerfully into him, knocking him over and back a few metres.

"Jacob, back off! He's mine!" Paul shouted.

There was no way he was going to lose the reputation for taking down a vampire single handed, some of them kept track to see who was the most powerful in the pack. He was leading and he wanted it to stay that way. He enjoyed that everyone who knew about what they really were, always seemed slightly cautious of him. Paul was stunned as Jacob moved and stood over the vampire and began growling threateningly.

"Y-Your protecting the vampire?" Paul asked infuriated with his pack member.

"Come any closer and I promise…I'll kill you!" Jake threatened his voice dripping with uncontrollable anger. Jacob was a weakling, who as far as Paul was concerned is a traitor; he hung around that Bella chick that had aligned herself with the Cullen's and now here he was directly protecting another vampire from justice.

"Enough! Paul you will go back to Emily's and wait for us there." Barked Sam.

"Are you telling me that you're going to let Jake do this? That vampire needs to be dealt with! He's my kill"

"Can you not see what you did?" Seth demanded. Paul swung around at the shocked sound of Seth's voice. He and Jared must have joined the pack around the time Jake had attacked him - which means they saw what the traitor did and they are choosing Jake over him.

"I attacked a vampire, our natural enemies!" he snarled beginning to lose control of whatever was holding him back from saying or doing something he'd regret.

"No, you attacked a human you fool. Take a closer look at your so called vamp! " sneered Leah.

Paul took a look at the small prone form underneath Jacob. The boy had blood trickling down this forehead obviously from where he had collided hard with the ground. Although what really caught Pauls attention was his shoulder. Deep red blood was erupting from where Paul's teeth had latched on; it had begun pooling around Jakes paws, matting his fur. He immediately felt his anger dissipate, vampires don't bleed…he had attacked a human – someone he swore to protect from vampires.

"If you don't leave now, I'll do far worse to you than what you inflicted on him!" Jake said.

Paul lost in his thoughts slowly turned around and ran to Emily's, trying to take in what had just happened.

Emmett

Emmett and Carlisle had been waiting patiently in the living room for Jasper to get back while Alice was nervously pacing the carpet in front of them.

"Alice, would you stop standing in front of the television – I'm trying to watch this." Emmett exasperated. It was the final cage match of the show and it was finally starting to get really good.

Alice froze and moved to stand directly in front of Emmett with her hands on her hips. The crowd from the television cheered loudly at whatever was displayed in front of them. At the sound of the cheer Alice smirked as though they were secretly cheering her and her actions.

"Why are you watching this rubbish anyway?" she demanded her golden eyes flaring dangerously.

Emmett bit his tongue he knew that it was unlikely that he could say something that would get him out of this situation. At his nonresponse Alice turned and focused on Carlisle instead.

"You said if he took too long that we could go out and check on him…let's go!"

"Fine, but I think we should wait for Edward to get back. I texted him and he said he would leave Bella's as soon as he could." Carlisle sighed.

The door burst open and instead of Edward in the doorway, it was Jasper. Alice ran over to the door and hurled herself into Jaspers pale arms.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Alice asked into Jaspers neck as she was still enveloped by his reassuring hug.

Carlisle nudged Emmett and tilted his head towards Jasper. Emmett knew that Carlisle just wanted them to join the two lovebirds so Jasper could debrief them on what he found. Emmett groaned as he pushed up from the comfortable chair and did as his sire wanted.

"How did it go Jasper?" Carlisle asked his voice steady and calm as normal.

Jasper started explaining to them everything he found out from his encounter with the stranger. Throughout the retelling Emmett was a little disturbed by Alice's almost goofy, lovey dovey routine, she didn't seem to want to let him go; Jasper didn't just arrive home from a dangerous sea voyage, he went on a basic scouting mission and was gone just over an hour. However he knew better than to mention his opinion out loud. After Jasper had finished, Emmett noticed that he was looking around at each of his family as though he could read their minds like Edward.

"So he's not a vampire…" Alice asked confused as she untangled herself from Jasper.

"Nope guess not. See you were worried about nothing the whole time." Emmett mocked.

"Actually while it wasn't what we originally thought, to say this means nothing is underestimating this boy. Jasper, are you sure he could tell when you tried to alter his emotions?"

Jasper gravely nodded. Suddenly a ring tone coming from Carlisles study echoed throughout their spacious home. Carlisle politely excused himself as he went to check it.

"I'm more interested in those grenades, you reckon he's got. Sounds awesome!" Emmett exclaimed. He quickly reeled in his excited from the look on Alice's face.

"Awesome? Jasper could have been seriously hurt and that's your best response?" Alice said. Emmett could tell that she was calmer now than before but he had pushed her a little bit.

"I just meant that it would be useful to have something like that on our side." He defensively replied.

"Maybe, but having weaponry around the house isn't always a good thing." Jasper reasoned with a smirk.

Emmett supposed he was right, although that didn't change his option much. If things went south with the mutts of the tribe, a bit of extra fire power wouldn't go astray.

"Something's wrong in La Push, the pack need me to go check on one of their members and another." He said.

Emmett snickered.

"Do us all a favour Carlisle, let him suffer a bit before you heal him up, okay?"

The look frozen onto Carlisles face was a mix of shock and fury.

"Never say anything like that again." He said simply his usual calmness empty from his words that seemed to strike at Emmett. Without a second to watch the look of regret that formed on Emmett's face, Carlisle ran from the room with his medical bag in hand.

Harry

Harry was slowly coming in and out of consciousness, sometimes he had noticed a figure moving around him or raised voices screaming at each other that would put a banshee to shame - finally though Harry slowly opened his eyes.

"Thank god you're awake!" a voice cried out.

Harry sat bolt up in bed startled by the sudden intensity of the voice and stared at the blurry figure at the foot of his bed. He could tell that he wasn't in his room and therefore not in the safe house anymore, but without his glasses it was hard to determine much else.

'McMillian's gonna kill me!" Harry thought in his head imagining the horrendous image of that short witch mad.

"Umm…I think these are yours…" the voice said nervously. The form held out his hand and Harry was able to deduce from the colour that it was his glasses which he gratefully took from the stranger. Harry could tell as he wrapped his hands around his glasses was that they'd been damaged, however they'd work well enough for now until he got home to fix them. As he slide them on his nose he tried to remember how he had got here, the last thing he could remember clearly was trying to contact Hermione.

As his vision corrected itself he was startled slightly as his mysterious 'blurry friend' came into view. He had russet skin, hair as black as midnight and hypnotic gaze that seemed to hit right at Harrys core, sending a slight tingle throughout his body. After a few moments of silence the handsome stranger broke the awkwardness staring contest between them.

"My names Jacob." He said simply thrusting his hand out to Harry. There was something about him that gave a nervous, almost afraid vibe to Harry. "What's your name?"

Harry wasn't sure what was going on, however if this 'Jacob' was working with the deatheaters or anyone aligned with them, he'd already be dead not in a bed with a handsome man being nice to him. Although after being burnt so many times by his naivety & underestimating his enemies he knew that he couldn't afford to trust this man without more information.

"Harry." he replied as he shook Jake's warm and very strong hand. As they touched hands Harry watched as Jake had an almost awed look on his face.

"You okay Jake?" Harry asked when he noticed that Jake was daydreaming.

"S-sorry. Yes I'm fine." Jake said quickly as a slight pink tinge erupted over his cheeks. "How's your arm feeling?"

"Arm?" he muttered confused by Jacobs question. Until he realised that he couldn't move his left arm. He gasped as he looked down and noticed that from his left shoulder down to his finger it had been tightly bound in a white bandage.

"What the hell happened?" Harry cried

Harry could feel himself getting upset, something did happen, he was attacked – again. But before his mind could leap to further dark thoughts, Jake grabbed his right hand and stared at him. Harry could feel himself simmer down slightly as the warmth he felt before spread though him.

"How much can you remember?" he asked looking grim.

"The last thing I can remember was trying to talk to my friend-" he said quickly "-just tell me what happened!"

"You were attacked by a wolf." Jake sighed; he was staring at the bedspread instead of meeting Harry's stony stare.

"A wolf?" he said shocked.

"Yes, well… my father and I were hunting nearby w-when we heard some howls and came to investigate. We scared off the wolves and took you home to look after you…the vermin did a number on you." Jake stuttered. His voice got angrier as he continued what Harry expected was a prepared speech; Harry was a little taken aback by the use of the word vermin to describe a wolf and the aggressive tone behind it. Harry could tell that there was something that Jake wasn't saying; he had an incredibly guilty look that screamed lie to him - right now though that wasn't his first concern.

"So the wolf did this to me? How long have I been asleep for?" Harry inquired petrified of the answer.

"Yeah, he bit into your shoulder and you took a hit to the head when you fell back. It's been three days…"Jake started to answer before Harry cut him off in shock.

"Three days!" he wailed. He knew that once McMillian, Hermione and Ron realised that he was safe they'd finish off the wolf's work and kill him; he knew that they would have tried to contact him either via the mirror or another means by now. Once he didn't answer they'd assume the worst.

"Jake, can you get me a glass of water please. My throats a bit dry." Harry lied as innocently as he could.

Immediately Jake's face erupted into a smile. "Of course, I'll be right back." He happily replied before leaping off the bed and almost running out the door. Harry felt a little guilty about lying but he had to get out of there and it was a similar excuse he used at Hogwarts to sneak out of the Hospital Wing under Madam Pomfrey's nose.

He knew he wouldn't have long before Jake came back so he'd have to be quick. He threw back the soft quilt and covers he was under and awkwardly got out of bed trying not to wheeze. He slowed his breathing and concentrated before whispering –

"Accio wand"

He could feel that the spell had worked but wherever it was must have been ages away because after two minutes it still hadn't arrived. Harry kept an ear out for Jakes heavy footsteps outside on the landing so he knew to jump back under the covers or apparate away.

The sound of shattering glass made Harry smile has his wand smashed through it and hovered in front of him, as if it was waiting for its master. Harry quickly snatched it up and after repairing the window he apparated out with a loud crack.

Jake

Jake couldn't believe it he had finally found his imprint. He always assumed that he would win Bella over and live a wonderful life with her, however now that he had Harry he knew his only chance of having a wonderful life would be having Harry in his strong arms. From the moment he stared at his dazzling green eyes, he would protect him no matter what and he'd already failed. His mate was attacked…right in front of him by a member of his own pack.

He knew that he'd been storming around the house at the sheer mention of Paul or what he did, Jake was just glad that Paul had been smart enough to hide far from his fury since he'd brought Harry home. This was the time when Harry needed him; he couldn't run around hunting down Paul like an animal...yet. Even though he'd simmered down slightly no matter what Sam said, if he ever saw Paul again he was going to do worse than what he had inflicted upon his imprint.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs he noticed his dad and Seth were still here. They've been keeping a close eye on him since he found Harry, helping him care for Harry. Seth was curled up on the couch asleep and his Dad was sprawled out on his recliner snoring louder than any car engine. Not that Jacob could blame them, it was six in the morning and Seth offered to take Jake's patrols so he could be here for Harry.

He made his way into the kitchen and began getting some water for his mate.

"S'matter Jake?" yawned Seth from the kitchen door.

Jake smiled at his friend who looked a little worse for the ware; his black hair was roughly ruffled and he had some dry drool on the side of his face.

"Nothing I'm just getting him some water…" smirked Jacob. He realised that he couldn't wipe his smile off his face from the moment Harry woke up. Even when he touched Jakes hand he knew he was lost behind those alluring emerald eyes. Seth obviously picked up on his change of mood.

"So that's why you're so…cheerful. Your soul mate is finally awake." Seth teased with a huge grin. Jacob just rolled his eyes at his friend, as he placed the glass of water down on the kitchen bench when he realised that Harry hasn't eaten in days.

"What are you doing?" Seth asked curiously as Jake pulled out a pan and placed it on the stove.

"I would have thought it obvious Seth. What does someone normally do with a frypan?" Jake asked condescendingly. Unfortunately he knew it had the opposite effect he intended when Seth smirked.

"People normally cook with it I believe but YOU normally use it as a kind of pathetic weapon…remember last month when you chased Jared around the kitchen cause he used your toothbrush or perhaps just yesterday morning when I mentioned Sam's patrol with Paul and you flung it at my head." Seth cockily replied.

Jake remembered all too well although wasn't expecting Seth to use it against him. He just grabbed whatever was closer at the time to hurl at Seth as a warning not to talk about Paul or Sam – he didn't realise what he grabbed or that his Dad had been cooking on it. Instead of sending the warning he wanted he just made Seth laugh as their lunch covered the kitchen and parts of the lounge room – kind of making it look like a food fight erupted in their house. Turns out he didn't give enough credit to Seth; he had a quicker-wit than what people thought.

"What are you makin' exactly?"

"Well Harry hasn't eaten in a few days…thinkin' about bacon and eggs - " Jake started

"Oh, so the mystery man has a name…Harry eh -" Seth interrupted. "Does he really have dreamy green eyes?" Seth chortled his brown eyes filled with mirth.

As Jake got out the bacon and eggs from the fridge, he slammed it closed and glared at his friend.

"For the last time, stay OUT of my thoughts. They are private!" Jacob demanded.

"Yes sir!" Seth said as he stiffly saluted. "Look…I should go anyway gotta meet the pack for a meeting."

He knew that Seth was trying to get a response out of him. Since they brought Harry to Jake's house, Sam had been giving him some space but that wouldn't last forever. He was still part of the pack and if he didn't go soon, he was sure that Sam would drag him by the ruff of his neck if he had to. So instead of giving a response to Seth he just huffed and went back to his fry pan where he threw the ingredients in messily.

"Yeah, we are meeting over what happened when we attac…err met Harry." Seth said quickly altering what he was gonna say at the risk of Harrys food being thrown at him.

It was about time Jake thought bitterly to himself, he wanted to see some punishment at the very least for Paul. Seth had been informing Jacob about how it had been going with the pack in the last few days with him missing. They were mostly confused and apprehensive about Harry which enraged Jacob but Seth calmed him by adding that since Embry was still unresponsive they were just being cautious.

"Anyway I'll leave you to it and I'll see you next time I spose." Seth said before turning and walking out. When he got a few metres away from the house, Jake remembered he had forgotten to say something so opened the kitchen window.

"Oh, thanks I guess for taking my patrol last night. I owe ya." Jake called out to Seth's retreating form to which he got a slight wave in reply.

When he had finished cooking his Harry's breakfast he began to plate it, hoping that he would enjoy it. A loud crack like a gunshot came from upstairs bringing his attention to the staircase and away from the food.

"Harry." Jake whispered dropping the plate and pan on the ground letting it crash to the floor before racing upstairs as fast as he could. His insides felt like they'd turned to stone as he ran two steps at a time. Whatever that sound was it wasn't good.