This is a Bella/Paul imprint story that starts in Chapter 11 of New Moon when Bella goes to confront Jacob about Sam. The first few paragraphs are taken directly from New Moon.

I recently fell in love with this pairing and hope you guys enjoy my take on it.

I stopped in front of Jacob's house, killing the motor and rolling down the windows. It was stuffy today, no breeze. I put my feet up on the dashboard and settled in to wait.

A movement flashed in my peripheral vision-I turned and spotted Billy looking at me through the front window with a confused expression. I waved once and smiled a tight smile, but stayed where I was.

His eyes narrowed; he let the curtain fall across the glass.

I was prepared to stay as long as it took, but I wished I had something to do. I dug up a pen out of the bottom of my backpack, and an old test. I started to doodle on the back of the scrap.

I'd only had time to scrawl one row of diamonds when there was a sharp tap against my door.

I jumped, looking up, expecting Billy.

"What are you doing here, Bella?" Jacob growled.

I stared at him in blank astonishment.

Jacob had changed radically in the last weeks since I'd seen him. The first thing I noticed was his hair-his beautiful hair was all gone, cropped quite short, covering his head with an inky gloss like black satin. The planes of his face seemed to have hardened subtly, tightened... aged. His neck and his shoulders were different, too, thicker somehow. His hands, where they gripped the window frame, looked enormous, with the tendons and veins more prominent under the russet skin. But the physical changes were insignificant.

It was his expression that made him almost completely unrecognizable. The open, friendly smile was gone like the hair, the warmth in his dark eyes altered to a brooding resentment that was instantly disturbing. There was a darkness in Jacob now. Like my sun had imploded.

"Jacob?" I whispered.

He just stared at me, his eyes tense and angry.

I realized we weren't alone. Behind him stood four others; all tall and russet-skinned, black hair chopped short just like Jacob's. They could have been brothers-I couldn't even pick Embry out of the group. The resemblance was only intensified by the strikingly similar hostility in every pair of eyes.

Every pair but one.

The eyes closest behind Jacob were radiant. The deep brown irises had a gold ring around the pupil that intensely reminded me of sunrise across the desert. The gold ring extended out in rays over the brown base and almost seemed to be burning. I could feel the world around me melting away as I gazed into them.

The hole in my chest vanished. There was no room for it. In that instant, I was filled with an exhilarating peace and a palpable longing that I couldn't understand. I wanted to know absolutely everything about the person these eyes belonged to. It was almost as if I was being pulled to them. My body yearned to move closer to his.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware that Jacob was talking - no, yelling. It didn't matter though. Nothing mattered like those eyes did. Nothing could. Everything I cared about, everyone I loved, became exceedingly insignificant when I look into those eyes. Charlie, Jacob, Rene, and even Edward ceased to exist. All the hurt I had felt in the last year faded away to a distant memory. Every fiber of my being was vibrating with a ravenous adoration for those eyes.

The owner of the eyes took a step toward me.

A fierce, animalistic, snarl broke me from my reverie. The sound was deafening.

I tore my eyes away from the boy - if that's what he was - in front of me. When I did, a new hole erupted from my rapidly beating heart. A hole that I knew would not be filled until I could look into those eyes again.

The creature growling with violent ferocity had to be close. I looked in the direction it came from, but only saw Jacob. He was nearly convulsing. I watched as a shudder rippled down his spine. He crouched down and I gasped when he disappeared into an explosion of fabric and fur. In his place was a wolf - the wolf -the one with russet brown fur that had saved me in the clearing.

I screamed in horror as the russet wolf lunged at the boy with the sunrise eyes.

"No!"

My cries were drowned out by another growl. This one was warm and symphonic. I watched as the boy - no, man - leaped up to meet the wolf's attack. Another explosion of fur and the shorts he had been wearing burst from him.

My head was spinning. I was sure that I could still feel the man those eyes belonged to in the wolf that was crashing into the russet furred one with an absurdly loud bang. This wolf was different. It had dark grey fur, silver where the sunlight hit, and I could still see the gold ring around the pupil of the eyes.

I was absolutely sure that the silver wolf was the man who had become the focus of my entire world in the last few moments. If he was the silver wolf, did that mean the other wolf - the russet one - was Jacob?

I watched the conflict before me play out with dismay. The silver wolf was pushing the Jacob wolf back to the entrance of the woods. The other three boys - that I had forgotten existed until now - moved protectively in front of me, effectively blocking my view of the fight. The new hole in my chest throbbed. I needed to keep my eyes on the silver wolf. I needed to know he was okay. I struggled to push the boys out of the way - they wouldn't budge. The tallest one, Sam, seemed to know what I wanted and stepped infinitesimally to the side just as the silver wolf let out a gut-wrenching yelp.

My world stopped. My heart felt as if it would fall out of my chest.

The Jacob wolf had sunk his teeth into the silver wolf's neck. I opened my mouth, expecting to scream, but no sound came out. My vision went blurry and I choked on my breath. Blood ran down the exquisite wolf's fur. Red liquid gushed out of the wound as the Jacob wolf released his first bite and dug his teeth into another.

A dull thudding sounded in my ears and everything went black.

"Do you think she'll puke?"

"Nah, she's tougher than that. She runs with vampires."

There was a low growl from somewhere nearby that seemed to disagree. It wasn't a frightening growl, it was more… comforting. As comforting as a growl could be anyway.

"Well, she does! Just because she's your imprint doesn't me-"

"Shh! She's waking up."

I couldn't open my eyes yet, but the cloudiness was gone. After a moment, I remembered what caused me to pass out and couldn't stop the pained choking sound that escaped me. The silver wolf - the breathtaking man - was he okay? I didn't dare to imagine how awful it would be if he wasn't. My chest throbbed.

"No! Get back! You'll freak her out!" I recognized Jacob's voice and shivered in fear when he placed a hand on mine. I tried to pull it away, but he was too fast. Another growl - closer this time - arose from the other side of where I was laying.

"No, Jake, let go." I managed to whisper as the tears flowed down my cheeks. How could Jacob have done it? How could he hurt the beautiful silver wolf?

His hand tightened around mine. "What is it Bells? Are you hurt?"

"No! Please, Jake. Don't touch me."

He let go of my hand. "Bells… I didn't mean to scare you. I'm so sorry."

"How could you do it, Jake?" I wiped my eyes to no avail. "How could you hurt him?"

My body was trembling. Why did I care more about the man I had locked eyes with today than I did my best friend? I had just seen the impossible - men turning into wolves - and it was the furthest thing from my mind. How had my universe shifted so much that the unknown man was now the center of it? What would I do if he was hurt? Worse, what would I do if Jacob had killed him? The sobs came in full force.

Another hand - it was hot, like Jacob's, but not uncomfortably so - touched mine. Everything clicked into place. The pain in my chest immediately healed as it filled with overwhelming warmth and an affection so fierce it frightened me. It was him. I sat up at once.

"It's okay. I'm here." A voice that was both rough and melodic reassured me.

Now that I knew he was okay, I could stand to open my eyes. I looked up into the deep sunrise that glinted from the face of the man. I was just as awestruck as before. I could see through to his soul and knew he could see mine, too.

"Don't cry, sweetheart," he brought his other hand to my cheek, wiping away the remaining tears with his thumb, "I'm here. It's okay."

I leaned my head into the hand and soaked in the essence of it. Of him. His scent - pine and ocean breeze - set something on fire deep within my body. I wanted him. The look in his eyes conveyed that he obviously wanted me as well.

"You're not… hurt?" I eventually asked, still afraid he would speak my worst fears.

"No, I'm all good."

I took my eyes off of his for the first time and really looked him over. He did look okay. More than okay. He was covered in lean, well-defined, muscle and his copper skin seemed to be calling out for me to touch it. There was a scar - no, two scars - on the right side of his neck, but the wounds appeared to be weeks old.

This couldn't be right. I had seen him get bit. I had seen the blood flow down into the shimmering grey fur of the wolf. Was he really okay? I felt my heart beat faster and knew what was needed to calm it.

I lifted a hand up and tentatively reached for his chest. My hand hovered just above where I thought his heart should be. I suddenly felt unsure - what was I doing?

I looked up to his face - the smile that greeted me was encouraging. I set my palm flat against the left side of his chest and felt his heartbeat. The strength of it washed away every worry I had. He was okay. He wasn't hurt. My own heart slowed to match the pace of his.

"See? It's all okay, sweetheart." His arms pulled me slightly closer to his body. My entire being burned with joy at the proximity.

My mind was reeling now that I knew he was okay. What was going on? How did he and Jacob become wolves? Why was I completely and irrevocably infatuated with this stranger?

"Who are you?"

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I cannot wait to get deeper into this story.