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I saw Embry, Jared and Sam come running out as Paul stayed back slightly. A look of pure shock on his face.
"Reagan.." I turn my head to Sam who held up his hands. "It's all right.." His lips weren't moving but I heard him in my head. I tried to talk but a slight snarl came out instead. Oh my god...What the actual fuck. I lift my paw, examining it. It was a bright white with black spots dotted around the claws.
"I know this is scary, we're going to help you, okay? When you feel comfortable enough, your body will naturally phase back."
"Sam...Can you hear me?"
"Yes, Reagan," Sam responds again, inside my head. This was fucking crazy.
"Embry, go get her some clothes. Paul, go inside.." Sam orders as he steps towards me. I step back slightly.
"I'm not leaving her." Sam sends Paul a glare. Paul backed down at that moment.
"I'm going to need to you to calm down, can you do that, Reagan?" I nod slightly. Moments later, my heart stops racing. I look back down at the ground, it was much closer and I could feel the dirt between my fingertips.
Just then, Embry came rushing out, clothes falling out of his arms. Jared went back inside to inform Emily of what was going on.
"I didn't know what to grab, so I grabbed two of everything out of every drawer!" Embry rushes over to me. I reach out for my clothes, realizing he actually did grab two of everything.
"Get dressed, I'll be right inside." Embry smiles down at me before turning around, walking away from me.
"Sam.," I whisper out, shakily putting my clothes on.
"I'm right here." Sam holds out his hand for me to take. I grab the excess clothes before grabbing his hand and he slowly walks forward with me in tow.
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The front door creaked as Sam pushed it open, stepping forward with me closely behind him. The room was quiet as I stepped in, keeping heavy eye contact with the floor as I heard a chair screech against the hardwood floor.
"Reagan.." Emily's soft voice broke me out of my hardcore staring contest with the floor. I look up through my eyelashes, a few feet away was Paul. My eyes trail up his body before reaching his worried eyes. As soon as we made eye contact, I gasped. Vague images of Paul and I were flashing through my already blurry mind. I couldn't look away from his eyes, they were so mesmerizing. My knees felt weak and I felt arms wrap around me from behind, stabilizing me.
"Reagan.." It was Sam's voice this time, making me shake my head, trying to get those thoughts out of my head. I glance at Sam and back at Paul, a smirk seemed to grow on his face as I scratch the back of my neck. Everyone was staring, waiting for me to do something.
"I-I need to go upstairs..." I cough, before walking towards the stairs.
"We'll talk about this later..okay, Reagan?" Sam calls out as I go up the first step.
"Yeah.." I nod before going up the remaining steps.
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Paul's POV
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"She imprinted.." Embry sighs, standing up from his place on the couch. "Sam, we can't leave her like this...She has to know what's going on." Embry turns to look at Sam.
"I know.." Sam rubs his forehead, sighing. "Embry, go first." Sam motions to the stairs.
"Why does he have to go first?" My voice was on edge. I narrowed my eyes slightly at Embry.
"Let him go first, Paul! Jared and Embry explained bits and pieces. Let him finish. You can..tell her about the imprinting.." Sam walks over to Emily as Embry walks up the stairs to my imprint.
Sam wraps his arms around Emily in a tight embrace. It made me think of Reagan, the way she wrapped her arms around me, the way I never wanted to let go.
"I called her a priority.." My voice was shakier than I intended.
Emily looks at me, a knowing look was on her face. "Paul, it's alright...It was going to happen eventually."
"All in one night, I could have prevented this. If it wasn't for-"
"Don't you blame yourself, Paul!" Emily breaks from Sam's arms, stepping towards me. "It was not your fault!"
"I-"
"I'm not done. Thank you for saving my sister. Without you, she may be missing or dead for all we know. You saved her, maybe it wasn't the most ideal way but besides that, I've never seen that girl as happy since Scott! You make her happy, Paul. Don't blame yourself for her finding out about this. Now, she's much safer. Even though she's a wolf." Emily's voice falters a bit. "We'll all get through this." Emily sighs as Sam wraps his arms around her form from behind.
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Reagan's POV
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"Reags.." My door opens slightly, causing the old door to creak.
I turn my head towards the door, Embry was standing there looking as nervous as ever.
"Hey.." A small smile creeps onto my face as he walks in the room, sitting on my bed. He looks at me as I turn myself around in my desk chair, my arms laced over the back of the chair, legs on opposite sides.
"Can you ever sit in a chair properly?" He chuckles at me.
"Nope." I pop the 'p'. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
"You're surprisingly really cheery for just finding out..you're a werewolf." Embry occupies his hands by smoothing out the comforter around him.
"It's- I- It's going to be weird, I guess. I think I'll be okay." I smile up at him.
"A lot is going to be weird." Embry scoffs playfully.
"What's going to change..Embry? Am I still going to be able to hang out with my friends..What about Volleyball and Soccer..?" I stare at the floor, noticing my hairbrush was on the floor.
"Seth..is most definitely going to change but your friend Jen? Not so much." Embry shakes his head. "Your sports..you just have to watch your anger, because I know how bad you are for your anger." Embry purses his lips.
"I've gotten better." I sigh, picking up my hairbrush.
"I know you have, but still. Ever since Scot-"
"Don't! Don't mention his name." My voice wavers, staring at my hairbrush. Embry went quiet for a few moments. "Why did Paul call me a priority?" I look up from my brush, Embry was now standing.
"That's not my place to say.." Embry looks at the door.
"Why can't you tell me?" I whisper out, keeping eye contact with him.
"Paul has too.." Embry walks towards the closed door. "He'll be up in a minute." Embry opens the door before he walks out he looks over his shoulder. "I love you, Reags." Embry shoots me a small smile before walking out the door.
"Love you too." I sigh, getting up from the chair and turning to my desk. I realized I was still holding onto my hairbrush. I put it down beside my hair ties. I look around the room, noticing my laundry basket was beside my closet, filled with clean clothes. I sigh, realizing I have to put them away. Moments later, I grab all my socks and shove them into the correct drawer. I grabbed the basket, thinking it would be easier to hold it while I put clothes away.
"Reggie." The sudden voice made me gasp and turn around, causing me to drop the laundry basket filled with clothes that I was just meaning to put away.
Paul stood in the doorway, his arms crossed. His eyes flashed to the spilled clothes, and then back to my face. He smirked. "Didn't mean to scare you." He muttered. I carefully controlled my facial expression, keeping it neutral.
"You standing in my doorway being a creeper didn't scare me," I said lightly, picking up the clothing and shoving it roughly into its drawer.
"Why did you call me a priority?" I get straight to the point, shoving the full drawer closed. I walk over to my bed and plop myself down.
He let out a sigh, glancing at the foot of the bed. For a moment, the room was nothing but silent.
"Okay," He took another breath. "Before I say anything..please stay calm. It's not the worst thing. There are no more crazy creatures involved." He said with a slight smile. "But..it involves us." He licked his lips before turning to look at me. "I know you were confused when I said you were a priority. Well...there were a couple of things that I meant when I said that." He stopped to think for a moment.
His mouth opened but no words would come out for a moment. He sighed. "Reagan, there is something that happens with a wolf that is called imprinting. It's when a wolf looks into someone's eyes for the first time, and they feel the whole world shift around them." His brown eyes looked into mine. "Nothing, absolutely nothing matters anymore when you see that specific person. Your existence suddenly depends on making that person happy, on seeing that.." His eyes drifted down towards my lips. "That beautiful smile on their lips. You would die to protect them, humiliate yourself to make them laugh, anything that they want if it means keeping them in your life. And to separate yourself from that person could end everything that you ever knew. Basically, you're bound to that person the rest of your life. You have a connection that no human can explain. It's painful to be without them, it feels like you're dying." He whispered as he looked back into my eyes. It explained why I was so sick and sore.
I let out a short gasp. I thought of Jennifer and how she would feel but, that didn't seem to matter at that moment.
"You are so precious to me." He whispered. "Reagan..we're imprints."
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