Little Uley

Chapter One: Paul Lahote

CLARE ULEY
I didn't care about Sam's little minions. I was never allowed around them after they phased. I was avoided by them until the day I phased.
I hated being a part of this part of Sam's life, but it wasn't something I could change. If I left La Push, I'd be abandoning my duties and I would be at the mercy of blood suckers without any back up.
I never knew my father. I lost my mother at a young age. It was just me and my big brother, Sammy. It had always been that way until he'd phased.
There was one good thing that came out of Sam's phase. That was Emily Young, his imprint. She brought life to him that I couldn't. She made him smile when it seemed impossible. She brought love to him again.
I loved her. She was like a mother to me. She helped me in areas that would be too awkward for Sam. She was beautiful, the definition of perfection.
That is, until I met Paul Lahote. As soon as I locked eyes with him, I understood what it was like for Sam, what it was like to have a soulmate. I knew it wasn't gravity holding me to this earth, it was him.
"Earth to Clariyah!"
I pushed Sammy's face away from mine and glared at him. "What do you want, Sammy?"
"No chill," said Leah Clearwater.
I rolled my eyes. "Do you mind, Sammy? I'm thinking over my problems."
"Problems?" Quil Ateara choked on his iced tea. "You're sixteen, what problems could you have?"
"I'm sixteen, in school, a werewolf, and I've had to cut contact with the friends who matter. What problems do I not have!" I snapped.
"I didn't want you to have this life, Clare, you know that." Sam sighed. "It isn't my fault you have the gene."
"No, then why don't we blame Josh? You seem to be doing a lot of that these days." I glared.
I snapped my book closed and stormed out of the little two storey house.
"Clariyah Boston Uley! You get back here right now!" Sam yelled.
"Or what, Sammy?" I growled. "Are you going to hit me? Ground me? I'm very pissed at the world right now just let me have my time alone!"
I sprinted to the only place I felt at home. First Beach. I'd grown up there. I felt like it was my place. I wished I'd taken my novel with me, but my anger issues always got the best of me. I never thought things through.
I sat with my back against a tree in silence, listening to the waves crash against the surf and the summer breeze.
"That was quite the show you put on back there," said the hauntingly perfect voice of Paul Lahote. "You know, when I phased, I felt like you did. I was pissed at the world. I missed my old friends. I hated having to follow Sam around like a lost puppy."
"I don't have to do anything," I snapped. "Sam's given me the choice. He says I can leave whenever I want."
"Easy tiger," Paul lowered himself next to me. "I'm just saying... if you need to vent, Clare, I'm here."
"Yeah, maybe I'll take you up on that offer," I replied. "Why do you have this effect on me?"
"It's the pull, the bond. We were given a soulmate to keep us in line. At least, that's what Sam said. We're meant to calm each other down." He explained.
"That's not what my mom said," I replied. "She said to date someone you want to date forever."
"Well I agree with your mom, because I want to annoy you forever," he smiled. "You know, being a werewolf isn't all that bad. I mean... you never get cold, you're a wolf, and you kill vampires. Hell, you're faster than vampires."
"But is it worth losing childhood friends over? That's the important question." I replied.
"In the beginning, it's not. In the long run? It's so worth it." He told me softly. "I can't change your mind. But I can try make you see the good in the bad."
"And the ugly," I joked.
He chuckled. "You're adorable, you know that?"
"Oh yeah, Sammy tells me that all the time," I smiled.
"You should be a Tumblr girl," he whispered. "You're so beautiful, so perfect."
He began to lean in. I leaned up and connected our lips. I smiled into the kiss, which was slow and passionate.
"You are SO dead," said Seth Clearwater.
"Fuck off, Seth," I said. "If you tell Sam, you lose a testicle."
Paul laid a hand on my shoulder and calm spread through my veins. "I can explain."
"I imprinted." I finished. "There ain't shit Sam can do about that and he knows it."
"Sam can't do shit about what?" asked Jared Cameron. "Oh, hi Paul!"
"Paul imprinted on Clare." Seth told the beta. "I just caught them kissing."
"You are so dead, Paul," Jared told his best friend. "Sam's going to kill you. Clariyah's off limits, remember?"
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Oh yeah, Sam sat us down and said that you were off-limits and we were to go no further than hugging you." Seth explained.
I took off sprinting before Paul could calm me down again. Anger pulsed through my veins. Who the hell did Sam think he was?
"Clare, I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
I slapped Sam across the face. "Who the hell do you think you are? Who are you to tell your boys I'm 'off limits' to them!" I yelled. "I'm seventeen years old, Sammy, I can make my own goddamn decisions!"
"I think I'm your alpha and I think you're going to treat me with respect!" Sam yelled.
"Oh, I didn't realize there was anything to respect, Samuel," I glared. "If I want to date one of your boys then that's what I'll do."
"No. You won't." He said firmly.
"You stopped having a say in what I do after sixteen, remember? That was the deal." I snapped. "Did you ever stop to think that I imprinted on one of your boys?"
"Phase." He ordered.
"No."
"Now Clariyah!" He said, alpha dripped from his town.
I fought mentally to keep my inner wolf from putting her tail between our legs, but she won. I pulled my shirt off and pulled down my shirt and felt myself phasing. Sam stood in wolf form.
I could feel him going through my recent memories and he growled. I took my chance and phased back, quickly slipping on my clothing.
"You're not seeing him anymore. That is not an option, it is an alpha command." He growled.
"If I can't see Paul then you can't see Emily." I replied simply. "I love Paul, Sam, just as much as you love Emily. Please don't do this."
"I'll see whoever I want, Clariyah."
I slapped him again. "You're an asshole, you know that? Even when we were kids. Maybe that's why Dad left and fucked Embry's mother!"
Sam's wolf had me pinned to the ground and his claws dug in my chest. He backed up and started howling with sorrow.
He phased back. "Emily, call Dr. Cullen!" I heard yelling. "NOW!"
"What did you do to her, Sam?" I heard Paul growled.
"Nothing you wouldn't have done," Sam growled.
"S-st-stop," I muttered. "N-no, f-f-fighting."
"Focus on me, Clare. I'm here and I love you. I love everything about you. I love your eyes and your smile. I love your laughter and your voice. I love your humour and the way you look when you're pissed. I love you." Paul said as he held pressure on my wound.
I held on to my life source. I fought to stay awake and to pay attention to Paul, but all the panicked yelling made it hard. I could hear Seth freaking like a little girl, Leah and Embry flipping shit on Sam, Jared and Quil arguing about my condition, and Emily crying in hysterics.
I didn't regret what I'd said to Sammy. That ass needed a wake up call. He couldn't avoid the Embry issue forever and we both knew it. Hell I didn't even know why he still idolized Joshua.
"What's happened?" asked the smooth voice of Dr. Carlisle Cullen, the vampire doctor.
"Genius over there attacked her," Paul said bitterly, glaring at Sam.
Carlisle gently took Paul's hand off my chest, sending another flare of pain throughout my body, causing everyone to shut up and pay attention to me. I felt cold hands on my chest.
"Paul, pass me the disinfectant," Carlisle said softly.
"The what?"
"The alcohol." Carlisle replied.
I took a sharp intake of breath as Carlisle untwisted the bottle cap and started dumping it on my chest. I let out an ear splitting scream as the alcohol made contact with the cuts.
Paul took my hand in his and muttered comforting words.
"Paul, put her arm around your shoulders and help me take her inside. I need a bed for this next part." Carlisle said as he did what he told Paul to do.
The movement hurt like Hell and I was suddenly glad I wasn't human. Had I been human I'd be dead by now.
They laid me down on the kitchen table. Paul brought me a pillow and Carlisle took out little wires and gauze and more alcohol.
I winced every time he put the wire into my chest and pulled it out. It was like someone had set my chest on fire and water was nowhere near me.
He wiped blood and alcohol away with gauze and he finished up his work. "You've just got to take it easy. No phasing. No running. No exercise for six weeks."
"Doesn't a wound like this take longer than six weeks to heal?" asked Emily.
"She's a werewolf. After six weeks, she'll be able to do the rest of her healing on her own." Carlisle explained.
"I'm sorry, Clariyah-"
"Don't. What I said was wrong but you should be able to keep your filthy wolf in line." I snapped at Sam. "You don't even have a right to breathe the same air as me."
"I think it's best she doesn't see Sam since she has anger issues," Carlisle added.
"Damn right I do." I rolled my eyes.
"She can stay with me and Seth," said Leah. "It's not like we're crowded or anything." She glared pointedly at Carlisle.
"Leah, please," I sighed.
"Okay. Clare will stay with the Clearwaters and Sam will stay away until she's healed." Emily clapped her hands, which was a sign that it was the end of discussion.
"Okay. I've got pain killers for you. Take two three times a day, and don't take any more than eight." Carlisle handed me two bottles of pain killers and bid us goodbye.
"I'll drive you there in my truck," Paul helped me off the table. "Seth, can you get her clothes packed and bring them to your place?"
Seth nodded and headed upstairs.
Wow, I just love how everyone's been making my decisions for me since I've become a wolf.