Hey everyone! I said this would be up soon, and here it is! I've got the next couple of chapters ready to go (one of the few benefits of getting the day off school), so there should be relatively quick updates, for the first few chapters at least.
I would HIGHLY recommend that you read my collection of short stories 'The Seven Unnamed Werewolves' before reading this. Only one of the stories has been posted so far, but it WILL help you to understand what happens later on in this, as some of the characters mentioned in here won't really get an introduction. As I post more of the one-shots, I will let you know via AN's if you need to read them in order to follow this.
Lena - I apologise in advance for any pain, emotionally or physically, that this story may or may not put Seth through.
Love Indie :)
"Do you see how much I need you right now?
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too"
- When You're Gone, Avril Lavigne
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Chapter One – Not Every Werewolf Has A Happy Ending
I watched in silence as the pure white coffin was lowered into the ground. Around me, the rest of the pack and their imprints had tears running down their faces. I should have been crying with them, but I couldn't. I was numb. The only person, the only thing, keeping me alive and fuctioning was gone. Gravity and a heartbeat still tried my body to the earth, but my soul had died. It was not six feet under the ground in a white, wooden coffin.
I heard a voice utter some words that I could not make sense of. Everyone began to move towards a door. I knew that I was meant to join them, but my body refused to move. Within a few minutes, the graveyard was empty. My feet, which had previously been stuck to the ground, carried me to the tombstone which I made the mistake of reading:
Alyson Renee Jacobs
2nd March 1994 – 29th January 2012
R.I.P
I wasn't numb any more. My brain expolded with rage, fear and grief. I howled, phasing before I had the chance to control myself. Curling up on the freshly-turned gravesite, I buried my head in my fur. After a few deep, panting breaths my mind became blank. I closed my eyes, savouring the numbness.
I heard a voice calling an undistinguishable word. After a few minutes, the voice called again. This time, I heard my name. I covered my head with my paws. My head wanted to respond, but my heart didn't agree. What was the point? Whoever was calling me would just want to talk about it and pretend to understand. They wouldn't understand. No-one cold. My imprint – my everything – was gone, and there wasn't a damn thing that anyone could do about it.
I know, Seth. Jacob's voice pierced my numbness. And I know this probably means nothing to you, but I'm sorry.
Go away Jake. I don't need you.
I'll leave, if that's what you want. But remember, I'm here if you need anything.
I whimpered. Thanks Jake.
No probs. Just one last thing – go home before you phase back, there's not much lef of your pants. I looked at the ground, which was scattered with shreds of black material. Jake chuckled as he phased back to his human form.
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Knock knock knock.
I pulled the blanket over my head.
Knock knock knock.
"Seth?" The voice paused. "Seth? Can I come in?"
I buried myself further under the blankets.
"Seth! Let me in!"
"Go away, Leah!"
"Seth, if you don't let me in, I guess I'll just have to do it myself!"
There was no other option. I jumped out of the window and into a bush less than a second before Leah pushed by bedroom door open. I held my breath as I heard her footsteps move closer to the window. Just before she reached it, I army-crawled out from the bush to the other side of the house. There I phased, and ran.
I ran so fast that I couldn't see where I was going. All I knew was that I was escaping – escaping from humanity, from La Push, from anything that reminded me of her. I narrowly missed a few trees, but I probably wouldn't have noticed if I didn't miss. Thanks to my numbness and super-fast healing, I certainly wouldn't have felt anything.
I felt something wet hit my fur. While still running, I looked up. Rain was starting to fall from the grey sky. I whimpered – I HATE the rain! I found a huge tree that blocked out most of the water and curled up beneath it to wait for the storm to end. Even though I was numb, I certainly wasn't immune to the flu.
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