All It that it means.

Breathe

Pauls pov.

All I heard was the soft whine of my imprint before the thud and shouting of my pack brothers harassed my ears.

I jumped up from the floor , where I had been cleaning a few drops of blood had fallen off Bella's hand.

My broken, broken mate. I growled but raced to see what the problem was. The smell of blood assaulted my nose and fear ate it's way into my heart. What had Bella done to herself now ?

But I had judged to quick. Bella was unconscious and Sam held her limp form while Leah was being passed a note.

"What the fuck is wrong with this basterd? Leah said, her tone held pure disgust. I grabbed the note and read it.

By the end of it my body trembled with anger and the threat to what was mine chilled me to the bone. My mate... Mine.

I grabbed Bella and, before Sam could protest , ran outside into the woods that surrounds Sam's house. I needed to be alone with my mate. My wolf begged for freedom to comfort our mate. But he would get it soon after we found our spot. My wolf and I had a spot that we went and we new how to hide its location. My spot and the first person to see it would be my mate.

Feeling the need to change I did exactly that. I tore my shorts to shreds but there wasn't much I was concerned with right now. My mate was lying on the floor so I managed to put her body over mine before trotting slowly to the place of destination.

Reaching it however with such slow speed almost felt like forever. But one I found it... I lay down and held my mate close in my fur. She would be warm and smell like me when she woke up.

I was the calmest wolf you would find unless you messed with me. So many people have however so I am see as Bad tempered. But I was actually just a calm and collective person. I heard and felt the probing in my mind. My pack was attempting communication but all I wanted was to be alone with my beautiful mate. She was broken but I would help her heal.

She nuzzled further into me and I purred at the pleasure it caused. My mate had a serious affect on me. Both calming and lustful. I didn't love her yet. That wasn't how the imprint worked. All that did was show you your soul mate and by wolf nature you would be territorial and need them close. I did however like the fragile girl in my grip. She was unique. She wasn't the type to give up quickly I could tell.

She had broken down in Sam's punching bag room but instantly stood up not giving up. I admired her strength.

My thoughts took on a new challenge. Who was stalking and terrorizing Bella? J.U  just initials and could be anybody. Or mane not. He was a wolf. And we are a rare breed of wolf to find. I hadn't caught any scents when I ran out of the house. But the not and the blood, I couldn't even take the time to investigate what had been in the box, my possessiveness overtaking my senses. Surly there was a way to find out who it was ... Maybe Bella could draw... She could draw his face... Even though it would be pure torture. Huffing I felt a sense of calm and layed my head down. Sleep begging me to let it take its hold.

Darkness seeped in.

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Bella's pov

I woke up feeling hot and emotionally drained. I giggled when a something tickled my nose. I opened my eyes and found a giant wolf cradling me to its chest. I recognized the fur almost instantly. Paul. Where were we?  I looked around me as I pulled myself from the wolf. The worlds ended a few feet from us. We where on a cliff over looking the deep blue ocean. The sun was setting over the sea and a soft breeze blew through my hair. It was breathtakingly beautiful. I smiled when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I knew it was Paul because of how he felt. We watched the sunset.

Worries and pain forgotten for a few moments of pure peace. I laid my head on Paul's chest. This what I wanted. To be happy.

Grinning, I smacked Paul when he nipped my ear. "What ? I though you where sleeping" Paul said. I downed t his excuse before bursting out laughing. Pauls chest bounced along with mine in laughter.

Angela....
She used to laugh like this with me...
She is dead because she knew me....

My laugh turned to a shocked and painfilled whimper. "She was my best friend for so many years. It's my fault.  She was so good. She went an volunteered every week at the orphanage. She was so gentle" I spoke softly and tears ran across my pale cheeks. Why her?

Paul listened and held me tighter. He didn't have to do this... But here he was. "Thank you" I said and looked into his eyes.