Hello there! This is my first Twilight story, as well as the first multichapter story that I actually intend to finish.

Review if you'd like!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Paul Lahote never thought he would imprint, he figured he was too angry to deserve a soul mate. And he'd been okay with that, up until he found his imprint in a tree.

He'd been patrolling with Collin, one of the younger wolves and was desperately trying to tune out the annoying little shit's thoughts when he heard it. Singing.

It's nine O'clock on a saturday,

The regular crowd shuffles in,

There's an old man sitting next to me,

Making love to his tonic and gin

He recogized the song of course, who didn't know Piano Man? But it was well past midnight so Paul was curious as to who was out in the woods at this hour singing. It was a girl's voice, and after assessing it wasn't some leech trying to lure him into a trap, he phased back to human form so as not to frighten the girl.

After wandering around in the dense green foliage for a good ten minutes, Paul finally got a clue and started looking up in the branches of the trees rather than on the forest floor.

Finally he spotted her, her sweater a shock of blue among all the green.

She'd moved on to singing Yellow Submarine now, the melody drifting down from her spot among the tree limbs to reach his ears.

He observed her from the ground for a moment before tentatively calling up to her.

"What the hell are you doing out here?"

Okay, maybe tentatively wasn't the best word to use.

She jumped , but held tightly to the surrounding branches. She was pretty high up, but Paul could still make out her face. When she looked down at him, their eyes met and Paul felt his world fall apart and then rebuild itself, everything he thought he knew disappearing because all that mattered to him was her.

She was tan, so obviously Quileute, he noted. Her hair was long, framing her heart shaped face. He was completely mesmerized by her.

His first thought was worry, because hello, she was in a tree and what the hell would he do if she fell?

His second thought was that Jared was going to be on his case for months, after all the times Paul had made fun of him about Kim.

And his third thought was damn, she has a beautiful voice.