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*III*

Love is blind, but anger, bitterness, these things are blinding.

I am hopelessly, madly, in love with a girl; a girl who doesn't see me. It is more than love; it's a soul mate and destiny.

She was my imprint and if I ever wondered if the Faiths could be cruel it was confirmed that night I looked into her eyes, the first day I really saw her, and knew simultaneously that I would love her beyond our time and that there was a chance she would never love me the same.

For me imprinting should have been the easiest thing. I didn't have to wait for her to come of age, like Quil did with Claire. I didn't even need to explain what imprinting was or how or why I shaped shift into a wolf, scaring the girl half to death. like Jarrod and Kim went through. My imprint already knew all the legends and all the rules. She was one of us.

Lucky me! In my imprinting I had managed to get tangled in a web of past hurt and rejection, an old love that never died, and a family betrayal that may have resulted in a wound that never could heal.

I forever belonged to Leah Clearwater.

We all knew Leah had dreams to get far away from La Push and it was only aggravated by Sam leaving her for Emily. Not only was she Leah's cousin but her best friend. The pained shouldn't have gotten any worse; that should have been more than one person should have had to endures but the Faiths weren't done with Leah yet.

Her strength was tested again while she held her sobbing mother and younger brother as they watched the casket close over her father's body. She felt as it was now her responsibility to take up the slack that was left behind by her father's death. She was responsible for helping her mother, their home, and looking out for her younger brother, Seth. Not long after she helped to lay her father to rest, Leah shaped shift for the first time. That was the final blow to what was left of Leah's hope of leaving La Push, Sam, and her humiliation behind.

In changing thought she got answers, she was permitted to know what really happened between her and Sam. She didn't care that he didn't have a choice in the person he was destined to be with. The truth only told Leah that imprinting was a way to guarantee heart break and the calling of her ancestors for her to be a protector of her people was the curse that would forever force a mental link between her and the man she loved, hated, and could never have.

If she would only let me love her.

Leah was distinctively the lone wolf. As time had gone by we had all come to accept what we were, and the purpose we were to serve. She wanted to eat alone, patrol alone and all around be left alone. And we all let her. No one reached out to her, though she was clearly in pain; hurt by everything that was going on. You didn't have to have the infamous wolf-mind link to know that. Every day the rest of us were subjected to the thoughts of Leah. She festered on her pain, anger, and resentment and mentally fed it to us. With it we got Sam's guilt for what he had done to Leah, being happy when she clearly was not, and the added bonus of the position in which he was putting Emily.

Imprinting was messy.

I would never forget the day I found Leah crying alone in the woods.

*III*

A/N: This is a small introduction to the one-shot that is to follow. So there there will only be one other chapter and it will be a completed work. I have had this story written for over a year and never edited or posted. So I hope you enjoy. This is my one and only Jacob/Leah tale. I appreciate the reads and the reviews. Promise to respond to all.

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