Chapter 8.

Paul's POV.

I know what I was doing was really stupid for multiple reasons. One, because Emmett would beat the shit out of me if he got angry enough. Two, because Jake was probably way too upset to talk to anyone right now. After his dad's death no one had heard from him. Which is why I had to go see if he was okay. Everyone in the pack had been calling Jake and leaving messages, but no one ever got a reply. I couldn't stand not know if Jake was okay. It was tearing me up.

I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. With any luck at all it wouldn't be Emmett. I wasn't surprised when Emmett answer the door a few seconds later.

I had to admit, Emmett was very intimidating. He could kill me in a few seconds if he wanted to. But I wasn't that afraid of him, being a werewolf and all.

"Paul." He breathed out. "What the hell do you want?" It was a better answer than I was expecting to get.

"I want to see if Jake's okay. I need to know." I stated.

"His dad died. How do you think he's doing?" He hissed.

"I want to see him." I demanded, ignoring his question.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen." Emmett replied.

"Yes. It is. Jake is my friend and I'm allowed to see how he is." Emmett was getting angry, but so was I. There was no way I wasn't going to see Jake.

"Well, he's sleeping right now." Emmett said. It was probably a lie.

"I just need to see him." I growled.

"And I'm saying no." He growled back.

"I don't think you understand I-" He cut me off.

"Yeah, yeah. You need to see him. Unfortunately for you, I really don't care." I didn't see how Jake could be dating such an asshole. Emmett starting to close the door.

"I imprinted on him." I stated. That caught his attention.

"Excuse me?" He spat harshly.

"I imprinted on Jake." I said slowly and sternly.

Within a second I was pinned against the nearest tree. He bit into my neck and started to drink my blood. He was draining me of it. I could feel the energy leaving my body. I tried to escape his grasp, but I couldn't. I couldn't shift into a wolf.

He viciously pounded me with his fists. I coughed up what little blood I had left. He let go of me and I fell to my knees.

He was going to kill me. I was going to die.

I saw him take a few steps back and smirk. "Pathetic." He face was covered in my blood. He was a monster.

He was just about to make his final move, when someone stopped him. I instantly recognized his voice. It was Jake.

"Emmett, stop!" He yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

With what little strength I could muster up I tried to stand up. But I couldn't. I fell to the ground on my back. I stared up at the cloudy sky as I felt myself slipping away.

Jake rushed over to my side. "Hang on Paul. Don't leave me, now." He whispered.

I held on for him.

"Jake I-" Emmett began, but Jake cut him off.

"Don't." He said harshly.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Emmett apologized.

"I don't really care." Jake said. "We're done Emmett."

I couldn't help but be a little happy after he said that. Jake was now on the market again. But that wouldn't have mattered if I was going to die.

Jake lifted me up and carried me over to his car, setting me down in the passenger seat. I didn't know where Emmett went. Jake got into the driver's seat and rushed away from the house.

"Stay with me, Paul. I can't lose you, too." Jake said. He would never lose me. That was my last thought before I passed out.

Jake's POV.

I could not believe what had just happened. I never would have imagined that Emmett would ever attack anyone. I had never seen that side of him before.

Paul was passed out on the couch in his living room. It had been a several hours now. After I drove him to his house, his mom stitched up the gashes on his face and bandaged the bite marks on his neck.

His mom was pretty cool. She knew about the werewolves and vampires, but was still a mess when I brought Paul back to their house. She said that the wounds were not fatal and he would be fine. And since he's a werewolf, he would heal faster, overnight probably.

I had been waiting for him to wake up ever since I brought him to his house. I was so nervous that Paul wasn't going to make it. I had no idea how severe his injuries were when I was driving him.

He started to move around on the couch in his sleep. He looked peaceful. I wanted to be lying right next to him, holding him. Making sure he would be okay.

I felt a lot more for Paul now. It was as if everything I felt before was multiplied. I just wanted to take care of him.

His eyes then slowly opened and he tried to move, but he made a face that implied it hurt.

"Hey." I said.

"Jake?" He asked, confused. "What happened."

"Emmett… attacked you." I said slowly. "You lost a lot of blood, but you're going to be okay. Your mom stitched you up and helped you."

"Oh." He nodded, looking down. "Is she home?"

"No, she had to go to the hospital." I said.

"And you stayed?" He asked.

I was a little insulted that he thought I wouldn't. "Of course I did, Paul. I wasn't going to leave you here alone."

"Thanks." He smiled.

"No problem." I replied. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Yeah, some water please." He said.

"Sure thing. Why don't you call your mom and tell her you're okay."

"Okay." He said.

I got up and handed him the phone. He dialed his mom's number as I went and got him a glass of water. I got a cup out of one of the cabinets and was about to open the fridge when one of the pictures on it caught my eye. It was a picture of Paul and his mom.

It hit me then that I was never going to get another picture with my dad taken. That sunk in deep. I didn't know how you could get over something like this. My mother was dead and now my dad was too. I had no parents.

I heard Paul laugh from the other room and I quickly shook away any negative feelings, for the moment. I poured him a glass of water and then brought it over to him.

"Alright mom. I love you too." He smiled. "Bye."

"Here you go." I said. I helped him sit upright and then handed him the water. He drank the whole thing in seconds.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"It's almost two." I replied.

"In the morning?" He asked, a bit shocked.

I nodded.

"And you've been awake this whole time waiting for me to wake up?" He questioned.

I nodded, again.

He smiled. "Thanks, Jake." He let out a yawn and said, "Hey, do you think we could go up to my room? My bed's a lot more comfy than the couch."

"Sure." I said. I put his right arm, since the left one was injured, around my neck and helped him get slowly up the stairs.

We made our way to his room, and sat down on the bed. He looked at me for a few seconds before speaking, "Jake, are you okay?"

I didn't reply.

"It's okay to talk about it. I am always here for you. No matter what." He said.

I was so comfortable around Paul. He was just so sweet and nice. I loved that about him. But I didn't want to talk about my dad.

"I know." I replied. "How are you feeling?" I said changing the topic.

"I'm feeling like I want you to tell me how you're doing." He stated.

"I asked you first." I replied.

"Okay… Well I'm feeling really happy right now." He began. "You're here and I'm happy because I love you." He said it with such simplicity, it made me want to want him.

We were sitting very close to each other, so it wasn't hard for him to lean in and press our lips together. I didn't back away, until several seconds later.

"Paul… I literally just got out of a relationship." I said.

"But that's over for good, right?" He asked.

"I don't… I don't know." I replied.

"He attacked me, Jake." It sounded like he was trying to guilt me into it at first, but then he added, "I would never want him to go after you like that. That would be worse than any pain I've even been in."

I didn't say anything to him. He was right, though. Emmett couldn't be trusted.

"Do you know how hard it was to stay away from you for an entire week?" He asked. "I was dying to know if you were okay. It was killing me. It was making me sick. I imprinted on you, Jake. It was the hardest thing I'v ever done." He said.

I felt horrible. I should've called him or something to let him know.

He was being so sweet to me and I wanted him. I felt protective of him. I wanted to let him know I wouldn't do that to him ever again.

This time, I leaned in and connected our lips. It lasted a lot longer than the first one, and it was a lot more passionate.

After we broke it, he laid down on the bed. I could see him smiling. He looked over at the spot next to him and I could tell what he meant. I laid down right next to him on the bed. We both fell asleep within minutes.

AN: I am so sorry I haven't updated this in so long! I will try and update more often, I promise! I proofread this at 3:30 in the morning, so sorry for my mistakes.