Love bites. You don't believe me?

Try having the person you've loved like your entire life, after finally admitting he likes you back, completely avoids you for about a month and then you find them making out at a party.

Believe me now?

My name is Leah Clearwater. I am a part of the Quilete clan of werewolves. Yes, werewolves. My ex-boyfriend (also a werewolf) imprinted on my cousin and left me for her. I'm still a little bit sensitive about that.

Speaking of imprinting, just about everyone in my clan has imprinted. Only Jacob and I haven't. Maybe Jacob has, I haven't seen him in almost a month. Embry keeps telling me that Sam says that he's okay, he just needed some time alone. I think I understand better than anyone around here what it's like to have your heart broken. I know that Jake thinks I'm a vindictive bitch now, but I really loved Sam. Probably about as much as he loves Bella. Us, the heartbroken, should stick together, am I right?

I don't get what's so special about her. Vamp-girl I mean. I just don't see it. Sure, she's pretty, and she's nice, and she's fun but like, she runs with vampires. What kind of sane person does that? Or maybe she isn't sane. Maybe that's why Jake loves her so much.

I'm the only girl in my clan. Until me, everyone thought only the grandsons could become werewolves. I liked proving them wrong. It gave me a little thrill inside, seeing Sam's face all surprised and such.

Sometimes I hate being a werewolf. My dad died because of what I am. I have no privacy either. You try having a telepathic connection with ten guys and tell me how you feel. I can't even mope by myself. It bites hardcore.

Anyway, Vamp-girl swung by the rez today. She was looking for Jake. She wanted to tell him about some wedding or something. She invited the whole clan up. I doubt I'm gonna go, I really don't think I could stand the smell without attacking something. Sam might force us to go though. They did help in the fight. Whatever. I really wish I didn't have to listen to him, but he is Mr. Leadership Pants.

My name is Leah Clearwater, and my life is completely and utterly screwy.