Chapter 3

The moment Paul's imprint was carried off, he went insane.

Jacob and Embry continuously blocked him off, allowing Quil and the others to make a break for it while they barricaded the berserk wolf further into the forest. He roared in painful agony as the image of his unconscious woman flashed through his mind, fighting harder to try and move past his two wolf brothers. They allowed him nothing other than the sharp claws and fangs to push himself deeper within the forest, preventing Paul from running himself through the safety of the people and cause discord.

And it wasn't easy. Jacob and Embry each bore marks upon their hide from the enraged wolf. They snarled and growled, warning Paul of his actions, but it was no use.

It had nearly taken them half an hour to tire Paul though he was still running on pure adrenaline. As they were equally exhausted, Jacob and Embry felt heavily relieve when Sam entered the area with Quil at his side.

"Paul, calm yourself," Sam ordered.

Paul snarled viciously, lowering his head as to challenge his alpha.

"Down!"

The alpha command vibrated madly within Paul's bones and within less than a second, the titanic wolf was down on his stomach with his head lowered in submission. His anger and fury was portrayed by the snarling and growling coming from him. He moved his head slightly as if trying to lift off the magnetic command off of him, attempting to thrash his head from side to side, but it was impossible.

Once Paul was settled down, Sam turned to Jacob and Embry. "What happened?"

Embry shuffled uneasily. "Collin couldn't control himself."

Jacob stepped forward. "Collin can't control himself." He gave a brief look to Embry before continuing. "We had no knowledge of an imprint being upon the reservation ground! One thing led to another this morning and we saw a human running around and immediately went to control the situation." Jacob's eyes slid over to Paul. "She got out of control and panicked, tried to avoid us but Collin accidentally…bumped into her when he was fighting off Seth," he hesitated, knowing that a simple bump was more like a body slam to a fragile human.

Sam frowned. "Collin was fighting Seth?"

"More like, Seth was trying to control an angry Collin after the woman kicked sand in his eyes," Embry corrected.

"Is that it?"

Jacob and Embry exchanged glances. "Paul came while his imprint was in pain, reacted to it and attacked Collin. I tried to help out with the situation and was atop of Paul and he kicked…his imprint."

"He deliberately kicked his imprint?" Sam's narrowed eyes went to Paul who was still rumbling like an engine of terror.

"No, it was also an accident."

Sam turned heel and started walking off to the direction of his home. "Embry, take Paul back to his home and get him in bed. If he gives you any lip or tries anything come get me. I don't want him to go crazy when I take the woman to the hospital."

"You can't!" Paul, who shifted into his human skin, was panting harshly as he fought to stand. Bite marks and wounds riddled his body like a voodoo doll. "You can't do that."

"Why not?" Sam asked, threatened by Paul's tone of voice.

Paul was still panting heavily and turned his face away, avoiding to answering the question. Paul ignored the three of them when they disappeared, knowing well enough that they would listen to his words even if they were uncomfortable. He stayed there on the forest ground, breathing in and out, feeling the need to attend to his mate like a persistent fly. Paul stood, swaying from side to side as he dragged himself back to the reservation naked.

There was nothing that prevented Sam's rage when he had learned Paul kidnapped his imprint from her tour around America. Paul was inevitably punished as both animal and human. While he had gotten the beating of a lifetime from his alpha, he was also commanded to stay away from his imprint (who was currently staying within the Uley's home) until she was awake.

Sam had also been immensely disappointed at the uncaring Leah when he also learned of her imprint, Jeremy, who was much too tired to deal with the outside world when he was continuously used for her sexual pleasure and constant needy attention.

A week had passed since the unfortunate event and Paul was still whining like a sad puppy. The separation between him and his imprint was unbearable that he was constantly in his wolf form, roaming around the reservation to try and drain himself of the energy so he wouldn't have to feel the suffering within him. Paul had tried on multiple counts to sneak into the Uley's home, but Sam was always there with punishment and discipline.

It wasn't until another three days did Paul feel something twinge in his chest.

There was pain.

It was everywhere.

Cricket opened her eyes and groaned quietly. Her eyes fluttered from the bright light and she was mighty tempted to throw the blanket over her face. And that was exactly what she did, which resulted in a fiery agony traveling up her spine.

"Mudd'r fuck'r!" Cricket howled, wincing as the pain skipped along happily.

She coughed, struggling to sit up but couldn't. Her arms waved around until she was able to claw a couple pillows and throw them underneath her to try and create a slanted pillowy hill. Cricket huffed and puffed, feeling completely drained from the small action.

Her green eyes darted around to see that she was in an unfamiliar room. "Wha's goin' on?" she mumbled, glaring at her surroundings as she tried to retrace her past memories. Of course, there was nothing that would make her forget about the trip around America, and there was no angel or devil (high or low) that would remove the image of a saucy Native American bent on diving into her panties. But after that, she couldn't remember.

She was kidnapped, yes, but what had happened after that?

Cricket sighed and looked down at herself to see a Victorian-like baby blue nightgown upon her. Her face twisted in confusion as she rubbed the fabric between her two fingers, never before seeing such a thing in her life.

Suddenly, the door opened.

"You're awake!" the kind woman exclaimed, quickly walking towards Cricket and gazing down at her with equally kind eyes. "Oh, goodness, it's a miracle you're even alive!"

Cricket narrowed her eyes at that comment. "Wha's tha suppose' tah mean?"

The scarred woman frowned. "You don't remember?"

Cricket stared at the woman in suspicion. There was something in the back of her mind nagging at her, trying to tell her something, but she didn't know what it was. This woman seemed familiar. The heavily wounded scar made the skin sag slightly, her eye drooping just a tad bit. Long hair was braided off to the side and her russet skin spoke of the same heritage as Papa Wolf. "Do aye kno' yew?"

The woman wiped her moist hands upon the white frilly apron upon her and extended a hand. "Emily Uley."

Cricket hesitated. "Cricket Turner." Giving a good two pumps, she retracted her hand. "Where am I?"

"You're in La Push."

"And tha's where?"

"Oregon."

Cricket groaned, pushing down on the mattress with her hands to try and sit up higher. "Do ya think ya can do me a fav and bring me a phone, Emily?"

When Emily's posture stiffened, Cricket narrowed her eyes. "Ya guys do have a phone, right?"

"Emily,"

A heavy, deep voice called for both women's attention.

Cricket turned and saw a tall, muscular man standing at the filling of the doorway. His dark eyes were narrowed and glittering with suspicion. Emily flounced over to him and pecked his cheek with a giggle, which did nothing to lessen his dangerous demeanor.

"I'll get lunch ready," Emily said and disappeared, leaving Cricket to fend for herself.

The southern cowgirl watched carefully as the man strode into the room and placed himself upon a chair near the foot of her bed. He gazed at her with a studying glare before finally relenting by crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the chair. His legs were extended, but his posture still screamed of an animal on the edge of defending its territory.

"I reckon you muss be the husband." Cricket started slowly.

"Sam Uley."

"Cricket Turner."

Sam nodded slowly. "You've been out for quite a while," he stated.

"How long?" Cricket asked slowly.

"A week and three days."

Cricket's eyes widened to an impossible degree. "Wha duh fuck!" she yelled. "How da hell did ah end up sleepin' fer ten days?" she shrieked, sitting up higher in her seat until she felt something awful. Cricket frowned, wiggling in her seat once more to hear a crinkling sound and pushed away the heavy quilt upon her body. With no regards to the man before her, she pulled up the nightgown to see a diaper attached to her.

She stared at it for a full ten seconds.

"Ah…ah'm wearin' a…diaper?"

At this even the russet man turned a bit red. He cleared his throat and hastily explained, "Even during a coma, the body doesn't stop working—"

"Ah fuckin' kno tha!" Cricket snarled. "Who the hell chang'd me?"

He sighed heavily. "We worked out a schedule for your benefit, in order to keep you healthy and clean—"

"Pervert! Fuckin' willy wankin' perverts! I'll fuckin' kill you, you fuckin' Dilly Dong Dick! Yew juss wanted tah see if tah carpets match the drapes, ehh? Well, it fuckin' does!" Cricket yowled in fury, struggling underneath the heavy quilts to try and rake his face with her nails. "Ah'm gunna call da police and it a'int gon be funny any longer! Yer friend'll be charged with kidnap and horseshit!"

Sam's face darkened. "There won't be anything concerning the police."

"Yew can't do tha!"

"I can," he snapped, standing up at his full height. "I'm sorry that it had to come to this, Cricket Turner, but my people are more important and now that you're connected with us, you'll just have to be accustomed to our ways and living. You won't be returning home any sooner, and I'm deeply sorry for that. But in order to protect my pack, I won't allow a wayward human risk our safety when we are needed at most." With that, he gave her a sharp nod and left, closing the door behind him.

Cricket didn't think about his use of diction. All she did was release a high-pitch scream of fury.

"A'int no one gon control this cowgirl, nobody!" Cricket hissed with indignation, already preparing an escape plan.

This is a very short chapter, but I had to update it one way or the other. From now on, the chapters will probably be something of this length so I can update it as often and not hold back just to write a full ten pages, lol.

If I'm making any mistakes, go ahead and correct me.

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