Revenant j. hale

Chapter 46

Paul's POV

"Dude I know you're still upset and all but you're kinda bumming us out."

"Yeah. And we're tired of taking your extra shifts because you won't do patrol. I mean, come on. It's not like you loved her like a real imprint anyway." Embry's words cut through the air like knives. 

It only took a second for the words to leave his lips before I had leaped over the counter, snarling viciously. Pinning the younger wolf against the wall I spoke slowly, threatening almost, putting emphasis on each word.  "Don't speak about things you don't fucking understand." 

"Hey guys! How we doing in here? Maybe I should just, uh, you know participate or something. Ya know, get in the middle. Step in as some might say and break it up," Jared laughed nervously, the worry spreading to his eyes. 

I reluctantly let go. Embry wasn't entirely wrong. After shifting out of anger and not being able to calm down enough to go back to normal, I hadn't wanted to risk going all wolfy in case I couldn't switch back again. 

Sitting back down I felt it hit again. Another wave coming, consuming my thoughts and emotions. I was confused, hurt still - but more in a kicked puppy kind of way. More or less the loneliness was killing me, having only ever been away from Caylee for a few days at max apart from when I had first shifted. 

Nope, not a good memory.

Flooding my thoughts were the memories of what happened the last time I avoided her. The situation we found her in. No, I'm not gonna think of that. It was different then, she didn't have the Cullens. But still, the worry itched at my brain, praying that she wouldn't do anything like that again. 

"Have you talked to her?" I all but mumbled, somewhat hoping Jared didn't hear. 

He choked on his sandwich. "To who? I don't talk to any hers. I don't talk to anyone." His words were came out fast and I squinted at him. 

"Caylee, who do you think?" 

"Caylee who?" The idiotic response made me snarl in agitation. Jared gulped before dropping his sandwich and sprinting out of the house. 

I picked up my phone, which coincidentally was the one she bought me in case of emergencies when I was still living with my dad. It was her first paycheck and she had spent it on me, to make sure I was okay. Scrolling through my contacts and landing on her, her contact picture was a silly one of us. 

We had been laying on the couch watching The Fast and the Furious, courtesy of me of course, when Gran came screeching in asking where that movie had come from. She had shrugged, ratting me out saying that I had picked the movie. Gran knew right away that I had accidentally taped over one of her soaps and proceeded to chase us around the room, throwing anything and everything at us before she snatched me up by the ear and threatened me to never mess with her soaps again. 

Right after, I watched as my best friend went into a giggle fit, rolling on the floor in laughter. Eventually we calmed down enough to keep watching but we kept laughing at nothing and she turned to me. 

"Do you think we'll always be best friends?" The question had thrown me off guard, having forgotten what it had been like to not have her as a friend. The friend that always called to make sure I got home okay, would give me free pie from the diner, and never fail to give me a place to crash when my dad fell off the wagon again. 

"I do. I really do."

"Then to commemorate this moment, we shall have photographic evidence." Taking my phone she snapped a goofy picture of us laughing at her awful accent. "Here you go peasant. Now fetch me more pop of the corn or I will say off with your head!" 

"Please m'lady, I'll need my head. How else will I bow without falling over? I cannot make more pop of the corn without my head."

I snapped out of the memory, angrily clicking off my phone. The anger flooded through me once more. Quickly moving outside I felt the familiar rip of my clothes as I shifted with a huff. 

But what I heard was far worse. 

As usual the thoughts of the other wolves came in, Jared's sticking out the most at a familiar name. His thoughts flooded my brain while I tried to filter out the rest. Caylee. 

Jared's most recent thought being, oh shit.

I hope y'all think the chapter was okay. More to come soon <3