Leah Doesn't' like anything about being a wolf. Especially since she's the only female. She hates the Mind reading; she hates the patrols; she hates the blood-suckers; and she even hates imprinting. The only thing she loves is Jake. But only by force. So how long can she keep her secret without the entire pack knowing?

Leah's secret:

Authors note: This is my first fan-fiction so please excuse my newness. I'm from New Zealand so the spelling will be English and not American. With that in mind, I suck at spelling so excuse Typos and errors. Not sure if I'll finish this but we'll see how we go.

Disclaimer. - Stephanie Meyer owns the Twilight saga whiles I only own a hand-me-down computer. Oh well... Better luck next time.

Leah's Point of View.

(L's PoV):

I have been running for a full 24 hours. Stupid Sam. Stupid red haired leach. Stupid Leach family for bringing Bella into this. Stupid Bella for getting herself involved with Leaches. I've had no time for rest, food, or water. Just for one stupid girl. I feel my eyelids getting heavy.

No Leah. Jarred thinks. Come on, we're almost there.

Stupid mind reading, I can't even have a minute to myself.

Story of my life. He laughs. I snort, annoyed. See what I mean?

This is slavery! The howl of the Alfa indicates the end of my ever long shift. I slow down into a stagger, collapsing onto the ground as soon as I phase back into humanity. I don't put my scrappy, green dress on properly. I'm too tired.

I feel someone adjust my arms into the holes of the dress. Silently I say thanks. He picks me up and carries me into Sam's house. Without thinking I snuggle up into the warm body. I know I'll regret it latter but for now I don't care. I'm too tired. I breathe in his scent. It's Jacob. Stupid Jacob for falling in love with a Leach magnet. He places me onto the couch. I open my eyes, and they connect with his. It's not much but it's enough. I drift into sleep.

As I sleep I feel the chains of my life rearranging. For a second, gravity stopped holding me onto the earth and I'm floating in nothing. But then I'm dragged and forced into this world by none other than Jacob Back. The universe no longer revolves around the sun but my Jake. Crap I'm in a whole lot of shit. This is going to be supper awkward. But I don't care. I'm in love. Not at first sight, but at first connection. It's like I've gazed into his sole and can see his deepest desires. I no longer want what's best for me but what is best for HIM. Someone once said that love is patient, I can be patient. It will be hard; but it might just be what he needs. Oh I feel like singing his name to the world. Jacob; Jacob Black. Jacob, Jacob, Jacob.

Jake.

Jacob's Point of View.

(J's PoV):

"Jake." Leah sighs.

Jarred, Embry, Quill, Emily, Sam, Seth, and I Turn towards Ell. Shocked.

"I thought she was asleep." Em breaths.

"So did I." Embry replies stunned.

She is asleep. She had been asleep for five hours. But I didn't say this because, because... I don't know; it was just better that way.

"Yes Leah?" I call.

She jumped; opening her eyes. I could still see Mr. Sleep still in the corners of her eyes. So she had been asleep.

"What's up?" I asked.

She blushed a dark warm, tanned, red. That was odd. The only time Leah ever turned red was when she was angry.

"Oh nothing," she shocked her head. "Just thank you for bringing me in."

Very odd. I can't remember the last time Ell was thankful for anything to anyone. Unless you count Thanks giving. But I don't; no one does.

"Oh." I say, a little taken aback. "Um, no problem."

The pack just stairs at her while her blush deepens. I snort quietly. Cute. My breath cuts short. Cute? Really Jake? Really? I shake the thought out of my head. I can't afford thinking like that. What if someone heard? Leah would kill me.

"Right." Leah says, becoming her usual self again. "Any muffins left Em?"

"Yeah I saved you some." Seth piped up. Holding one up. "You where lucky, Jarred was eying it up."

"Cool." Ell nods as I smile; eyes focused on the muffin. I focus on my own, trying to keep my thoughts in line.

Seth's Point of View.

(S's PoV):

Well holy crap. I think Leah's finally getting over the loss of Dad and accepting the fact that she's a wolf. Took her long enough. She wasn't always a female dog. (A's Note: Just realised the pun, sorry.) She used to be nice. Wonder what's made her grow up. I guess it's not my place anyway. But still. It's nice.

The awkward silence is too much.

"Right." Leah says. "Any muffins left Em?"

"Yeah I saved you some." I join in holding one up. "You where lucky, Jarred was eying it up." I wasn't really saving her one, but it's probably for the best for her to eat. I've had about five anyway.

"Cool." She nods. I smile while the pack is still in shock. "Hey Sam about that 24 hour idea." Lee says.

"What about it?" Sam asks.

"Well it's stupid." She says bluntly. "Within seven hours we're practically dead on our feet. It's ridicules. "

"Then what do you suppose we do then Leah?" Sam growls. "We need to keep La push safe."

"Not to mention Bella." Emily adds.

Leah sighs "Then do seven hour shifts." Rolling her eyes. "It's long enough with a decent break in between."

"She's right Sam." Jacob looks up from his muffin. "The way we're going we're soon going to form holes."

Ell smiles. "See! Jacob understands." Her eyes glowing with excitement.

Sam sighs and thinks for a moment. The pack looking intensely onto him. "Fine." He sighs. "But if anything goes wrong I'm holding you two accountable."

Leah and Jake nod, solemnly. I laugh

"Well I'm glad we've got that cleared up. I'm going to go home and have a two hour nap before school."

"Yeah me too." Quill mumbles; stuffing the last of his muffin into his face. Walking out the door. "See ya latter."

The pack reply their partings.

"You coming?" I ask my sister.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Life is getting better.

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Reminder: This is my first story so don't be too harsh when you construct the criticism.

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