ever since he imprinted on you, you’ve become paul’s entire life.

to the point where you both are constantly needing to always be around each other.

and since he’s been out on patrols and hunting victoria so much, you haven’t seen each other in too long.

and with how late it’s gotten, you’ve given up on the possibility of paul having some free time from his patrolling to come and see you.

with that thought in mind, you finally retired to bed, in attempt to go to sleep, despite knowing that you wouldn’t be able to really get any sleep without him.

but, like hell was paul not going to find time to see you. even if he felt too exhausted to even collapse from exhaustion.

you barely hear the window being open, but after feeling the bed dip with weight and feeling a familiar pair of arms wrapping around you, you stir.

you can immediately tell that it’s paul, too, which leads you to let out a content sigh and lean back into his touch.

that all-consuming feeling of stress and worry — and of missing him so much — immediately fades away with finally being with him again.

and he feels just as happy to finally be with you again, after so long.

“you miss me, princess?” he asks with a low chuckle at your reaction, clearly teasing you, despite the fact that he’s missed you just as much.

probably even more.

because no werewolf wants to be away from their imprint — it feels like absolute torture being away from you.