Summary: A life can be irrevocably changed throughout a human life. Even more when you can choose to live forever. Leah Clearwater's life was altered several times already. When Sam, her love, went missing. Then when he left her for Emily, her cousin. Her life grew even more tumultuous when she joined the pack as the only female wolf in known Quileute history. Now, years after the end of Breaking Dawn, we begin as she is on the precipice of one more life-altering event. What will she do when it comes for her? Will she be ready?

Warnings: Adult situations, adult content, strong language, femme-slash

AN: So this is very different from LIT, but it's within the LIT-Verse, I guess you could say. I've been inspired by these two characters a lot lately. I don't know how long this will be or how often I'll be updating it, but this is just a fun little exercise in character development and we get to see things from LIT that Nessie didn't see. This includes both Amber and Leah POV's.

Enjoy!

Chapter Playlist: Wolf Like Me by TV On the Radio, Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own by U2, Breathe Me by Sia, and Because by the Beatles

Chapter One: Sure as Hell Didn't Expect That…

Leah

Life as I know it is good, surprisingly. Pack life hadn't always been this easy, simple, or comforting even. I never thought I could be okay with being the she-wolf. Then again I never thought I would ever escape Sam. Guess I owe that to Jake and the whole mess he had with Bella for that. Well, now that I mention it, really I should thank Nessie for that.

Her existence forced Jake to man up and break from Sam. He'd unknowingly given me the opportunity to get the hell away from the clusterfuck of emotions my life had become, which started the minute I realized I was a wolf and the man I loved was meant to be with my cousin. Talk about a serious FML that entire situation was before Bella got knocked up.

Shaking my head, I chuckle lowly. The house is so still. It makes me almost anxious to go out and be a part of the world; but at the same time I've never been so at ease. I'd just finished moving in yesterday, and now I had to run to Seattle for class. Escapism from all things wolfly and La Push was the reason behind my enrollment at the University of Washington. Though living here made things easier. Jacob's little house was perfect. It was quiet, and we could easily avoid each other when necessary. However, thankfully, I didn't really care to avoid him much unless he was being super mopey about Nessie off in South America. Boy could be less emo about it. I understood, though. It was hard to watch the one you care for most in this world go off to be with someone else. He was lucky that she didn't see Nahuel that way. I wasn't so fortunate with Sam. After all, a wolf can't fight an imprint. I almost couldn't believe how long it's been. It was just a little over sixteen years since I'd joined Jacob's pack and escaped from the constant torture of watching my cousin have the life I wanted.

Fortunately the pain is much less now than it had been. I'd be lying, though, if I said it doesn't still give me that stinging sensation in my chest to see them so happy. They have two little boys, Levi and Lucas. Something I'll probably never have; children were just out of the question for a woman who couldn't have a reproductive cycle because she changes into a giant wolf on command and doesn't age.

I look around my new bedroom. Different, more mature than the one still left at the house where I grew up. I'm sure that the pale, nearly threadbare, pink paisley sheets and posters of teen idols of yesteryear would soon be ditched in favor of wall-to-wall bookcases or some chauvinistic man cave, depending on who my brother got as a roommate. If it were Embry… I'd say definitely the man cave option would win out, complete with an epic amount of video games.

In all honesty, I don't know how Seth can stand to live there. So many memories of our childhood, the majority of which were extremely happy. I didn't want to face the reminders. Losing Dad hurt even more than losing Sam. Life in that little house, before I believed in any of this supernatural mumbo jumbo crap, held days when I was just content to be hopelessly in love with a boy and adored by my father. I longed for those days now more than ever. Everyone around me had moved on. Seth had become the man of our family. Hell, Mom even shacked up with Charlie and married him.

Yeah, wolves' Mom marries the vamp's Dad. Right, let me count the ways of how weird that is. As if I don't already despise the fact that my best friend and alpha is so emotionally tied to the bloodsuckers now, I had to be related to them by marriage. Awesome, that just gives me the warm fuzzies. Yeah, right.

Watching Jake interact with them is hard to stomach. It's like he's completely forgot how dangerous they can be; all because he imprinted on the half-breed.

I shouldn't hate on Ness. She's actually not bad. Jake could have done a lot worse as far as imprints go. She's the kind and fiercely protective type. In fact, she's that way for of all of us wolves and the imprints; I kind of liked that she cared for all of us, and not just Jacob. Sweet kid all around, that one. She's always asking how we're doing, and sincere about it to boot. Probably Esme's influence, I'm sure. So anyone can see why I can't hate the kid, no?

Speaking of my new roomie, from what I can hear, he's on his way back from patrol. Feeling the shimmer in the air tells me I'm one hundred percent correct. The back door opens and slams shut. Oh, someone's a little testy. I walk out of my little sanctuary to meet him, grabbing my backpack along the way. I often wonder what possessed me to try to go to college. Escapism, I tell myself. A way out of La Push and maybe someday finding a somewhat normal life. I need that final threshold to break. Sure I'm able to avoid Sam for the most part. Now I just feel like there's something out there; something more than this ridiculous cycle of patrol, food, sleep, and nauseating experiences of watching one-by-one as my brothers find love and I'm stuck like this permanently, forced to a life alone.

Or until Jake would move with the Cullens and I could freakin' retire like Sam and Paul have.

"Morning," I mutter, grimacing as Jake stands at the refrigerator guzzling down our gallon of milk straight from the jug. Ugh, why did I think I could escape that kind of asinine male behavior? "At least use a damn cup. I do not want to share your germs in my cheerios," I snarl at him.

He stops drinking, choking back a laugh. "Aw, look who rolled off the wrong side of the bed. Morning to you too, Leah."

"Yeah, yeah. Seth always drinks from the milk carton, and every time he does, mom does this," I say as I smack him upside the head. "Why did I move in with a guy again?"

He makes a rather satisfying 'oof' noise as he puts the jug back and wipes his mouth with his forearm. I roll my eyes in disgust. Nothing smells worse than milk on skin. Leaning on the open fridge door, he grins widely at me. "Because otherwise, you'd miss me."

I roll my eyes. Asshole. "Hardly," I snap back.

He gives a nonchalant shrug, going over to the calendar on the wall. Same thing he does every day she's been gone. Another day to scratch off, one less day until his imprint would come home. I don't get how he does this: let them move around the country like that or let her go off on vacation for months at a time with little more than a phone conversation to keep them connected. The other imprinted couples are far more codependent.

"You okay there, Jake?" I ask as he continues to stare at the dates on the calendar. I can hear the small whisper of his voice. He's counting. My heart contracts a little for him. Maybe he's a little more codependent than I thought.

He nods, but I have a feeling he's going to be very somber today. "Yeah, my birthday's tomorrow. She won't be home for a few more days…"

"I'm sure she'll be sad that she missed it." I try to console him. I didn't know what this was like: waiting for your life to come back to you. The pain of their separation affected all of us. Pack minds do suck on occasion – correction – they suck the majority of the time.

"Maybe," he says. His voice is low and a little sad.

Instead of letting him wallow, I roll my eyes and smack his shoulder, hard. "Stop being such a patsy. I have to go to class. I'm not going to come back and find you sobbing on the couch to The Notebook am I?"

Claire and Nessie had forced Jake and Quil to watch it often when Claire hit puberty. Jake flashes me his best bitch-face before we both crack up laughing. "Just go to fucking class, Leah," he growls.

I laugh lightly, controlling my giggle fit before I leave the house. Once outside and in the security of the trees, I start stripping down, folding up my clothing in my bookbag. The run to Seattle is much faster on all fours than my beat up little Miata can do. Besides the running gives me time to think. The only other mind I have to deal with is Embry. I don't mind him so much.

Usually, Embry keeps his mind relatively quiet while on patrol. The heat pools in my blood nearest to my spine, the very core of me, and spreads out to my extremities. Within moments, I'm no longer Leah Clearwater, genetically defunct woman, but a horse-sized silver wolf. I pick up my bag between my now oversized teeth and take off towards Seattle. My speed is the one thing I really enjoy having over the others. None of them can catch me. I may be a bit smug about that fact, you know, just a smidgen.

Embry's perched over by the cliffs, hiding up near the top between some rocks and a couple trees. The pack mind lets me see in his head; his mind is as I expected: calm and contemplative. He's watching the morning surfers in their wet suits, freezing their asses off in the icy water. We share our usual hello and then I'm off in the direction of Seattle.

College, here I come.

Amber

Tap, tap, tap. Impatience is my greatest weakness. I yawn, fighting off the subsequent shiver and goosebumps underneath my parka and layered clothing. Christ on a cracker, even inside it's colder than Jadis' ice-encrusted black soul. Why again did I move to Seattle?

Rain. Right, you love rain, Amber, and you didn't get nearly enough of it back home in Las Cruces.

I snicker to myself, but just loudly enough that the businessman in front of me, who looks like he's in dire need of a pole-up-the-ass-ectomy, turns and glares as if I had placed a kick me sign on his back with a nice thwack. Great. I'm sure I look like the picture of sanity shivering and snickering to myself inside a heated café in Seattle.

So anyway, Stuffy McStufferson makes his order, a grande drip, black. How completely predictable! Do they take business majors in college aside and say: "Along with selling your soul, you also have to wear horrid suits and order black coffee every day for the rest of your miserable lives?" Thank God I'm not one of the lemmings. I'll gladly stick to my hematology and immunology classes, thank you very much.

Behind the counter is your typical college student/employed-and-still-have-time-to-toke-it-up barista. He's nice for the most part, kind eyes and never gets my order wrong. I usually give him a good tip, you know, so my inner pothead can live vicariously through him. Can't really get my toke on lately, thanks to the responsibilities of grad school. And not that I did it all that much anyways. Memories of the occasional smoke aside, it's really awkward, though, when he gets all flirty. I'd hate to break it to him that the thing swinging between his legs is a serious turn off for me. However, that would be a bigger step out of the closet than I am ready to make just yet.

Being a lesbian is reason number two why I got myself the hell out of dodge in New Mexico. Very few people know of my predilection for the pink taco. My baby brother, Evan, is the only one in my family who knows his big sister's secret identity. Geesh, I make myself sound like Batman or Spiderman. If Mom or Dad ever finds out that their eldest child and only daughter is a lesbian, there will be massive amounts of disowning going on. Sucks to be homosexual when you have Bible-thumping conservative parents.

Maybe it's their karma. I can guarantee if I ever said that, I'd get my mouth washed out with soap until it's Zest-fully clean. Karma doesn't exist to them except as part of a heathen lexicon. Insert annoyed progressive thinker eye roll here…

"Hey, Amber," the barista, also known as Jeremy, announces as I come up to the counter. His mood visibly improves from the sour glance he gave the stodgy panty waste, now awaiting his cup-o-Joe from one of the other baristas in charge of helping Jeremy get through the morning rush.

"Hey, Jer. The usual," I state in reply. It had to be sad that I frequented my favorite artsy hole-in-the-wall bistro so much that I am not only on a first name basis with the entire staff but I also have a 'usual': a very large, extra sweet, super frothy latte with three shots of espresso. If I could have coffee delivered intravenously, I would. Then again, half the pleasure is the bittersweet taste, so let's scratch the coffee IV shall we?

"Sure thing. How was winter break?" he asks, making polite conversation with me as he takes my money. Without even bothering to check the register, he hands me fifty cents change back, the exactly correct amount. Guy might be a stoner, but he is certainly a whiz with even simple math.

I smile lightly, trying to keep the conversation and effectually our barista/customer relationship exactly that. He's smart, sure, but survival instincts were not strong with this one. Anyone who really knows me knows that I did not do conversation before I had my morning dose or four of caffeine. He doesn't know me, so I retract the sleep-deprived claws and play nice with the innocent guy. "Fine. Spent time with the family and all that good stuff. You know, the usual," I say, giving him the blandest answer possible.

Maybe if I made myself out to be completely boring he'd lose interest altogether.

I make small talk with him as his coworker fires up the milk steamer to add to my drink. He's nice enough. I'm not much of a morning person. I guess he seems to get that more than anything aside from his apparent need to flirt with a cranky lesbian first thing in the morning.

Now his coworker is another story. She's pretty, to say the least; petite and curved just right. She'd caught me eyeing her up and down once or twice and had kindly explained last semester that she's straight. Of course she is. All the ones I fall for are. Oh well, maybe it's time to get back into the social scene? How long has it been since I've gone out to a gay bar? Seems like ages, but really, it was just before winter break.

It's not like I could have gone to one while I was home in Las Cruces. That would have been asking for trouble in more ways than one. All I need is for my parents to disown me. Occasionally I almost wish they would.

Cute-but-sadly-straight barista hands me my very large steaming latte. I give her a polite smile and a whispered thank you. She gives that tight, very formal "yeah take your latte, still straight over here" smile of hers. I add my usual chocolate flavoring and stir it in, with the little mini-straw.

I glance outside and see that it's started to sprinkle again. Thank God I had an umbrella with me. I had learned early on after I moved here that an umbrella is like a handbag… Never leave home without it. It rains at least once or twice a day here in this city. I love it though.

Gathering up my strength, my umbrella, and my steaming cup of heavenly deliciousness, I make my way outside. The shivering starts up again, but at least I have the hot coffee to ease it. I take a long sip, feeling it warm my insides as I swallow. I glance at my watch. I have about twenty minutes to get to the copy shop. At least it's only a few blocks away. I don't have to run. Which, if I did, my luck would be to slip on some ice and crack my tailbone. Believe me, I've done it already – twice since I've moved here. I know better now.

I make it to the copy shop with no incident, thank you very much. I think I'm finally getting the hang of Seattle, though I've been here at graduate school for a year and a half now. Inside the warm shop I shake my umbrella just outside the door, not wanting to be rude by getting their carpet even wetter than it already is from my oh-so-stylish yellow rubber rain boots.

From the back I can hear voices. David is on the phone with his manager again from what it sounds like. David's an old friend. We, along with Adam, Justin, Brady, and a couple other guys get together online on a weekly basis to play my second favorite addiction: WoW, or for those uninformed, World of Warcraft. All of us live in different areas of the country, with three of us living in Washington and the rest in other parts of the world for some. So imagine my surprise when I learned after I got accepted to UW's graduate college that David goes there too? Talk about easing the transition. We've been insta-besties ever since.

I see his mess of curly brown hair, followed by matching brown eyes, peeking out from the back of the store and he grins, ringing off with his manager. "She call in sick again?"

His eyes roll a bit and his smile turns annoyed for the briefest second. "Apparently she has a very important doctor appointment," he shrugs while his face scrunches up.

"Botox?"

"Lipo," he quips back with a grin. "Anyways, how's my best wing woman?" he asks.

Now I'm doing the eye rolling. "I'm your only wing-woman, douche," I remind him. I lean my elbows on the counter drumming my fingers against the plexi-glass.

"True, but you're better than any dude, that's for sure," he remarks. "So you need Doc Salinger's syllabi, right?"

I giggle. The word "syllabi" always gets me. Sil-uh-BYE! Oh, I think the caffeine is kicking in, suh-weet.

"Yep. My first official TA position in grad school."

"And you're already brown-nosin' the boss… Nice one, Ambs," he shoots back at me as he grabs the box full of syllabi.

I reach in my pocket to hand him the forty-dollars in cash I'm supposed to pay him. "Don't even try to say 'on the house this' time, D. These cost a lot and I don't want you to get in trouble with Frau Blucher, 'kay?"

He makes a neighing sound in response to my Mel Brooks reference and I giggle. "I know. Besides, Salinger's paying for it, isn't he?"

"Yes, and thanks for doing this on such short notice. It's bad enough I already had forgotten about it. I don't need Salinger thinking I'm incompetent on the first day of school."

He grins and hands me a receipt and even offers to stuff the box in my backpack for me so the precious syllabi won't get damaged in the walk to campus. At least the rain was letting up a little bit. "No problem, Ambs, really. You've gotten me out of tighter jams before," he answers and I have to smile at him. Having a friend who not only gets my life, but also understands the secret identity thing is pretty awesome. He's the Alfred to my Bruce Wayne.

"Yeah, like that time in the Halls of Reflection with that newb tank and we had to wipe three times?"

He chuckles, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. "Exactly. Definitely want to buy a tank that doesn't suck."

I finish up with David, promising to get online as soon as I'm back to the grad dorms and let him know how my first day went. We have a date of sorts tonight with our guild. He is our guild leader after all. I'm sure he'll shoot everyone an email from his swanky-swank Blackberry, letting us know the particulars.

"Sylla-buh-bye!" I squeal before opening the door.

"Jesus, Amber, how much coffee have you had this morning? Three shots of espresso?" David scoffs, giving me that big brother tone.

I giggle and shrug. "Hey I need it to focus because I spend too much time gchatting with you!" Hearing his low laughter, I take a deep breath to brace myself against the cold as I make my way back out into the rain, silently hoping that my precious cargo would go undamaged. That's just what I need on my first day, to look like a complete incompetent fool to my grad mentor. Think positive, Amber, I try to reason with myself, but I know it's no use until I get there and get this over with.

Here goes nothing.

Leah

Once I get off the ferry at Edmonds, I take the bus to campus. Thankfully I only had to run from La Push to just outside the ferry dock. That's one of the nicer things about living in Washington: the vast amount of public transportation at one's disposal. It definitely helps keep the wolf in me on a low profile. That's exactly what we need on the news: Huge horse-sized mutant wolf on the loose in downtown Seattle. News at eleven!

I chuckle a little, making the old lady across from me on the bus readjust herself closer to the cold fiberglass window. Huh, guess I do look like a crazy person. I ran a hand through my hair, hating how tangled and damp it'd gotten. Too bad it wasn't long enough to pull back. One of the unfortunate parts of being a wolf is this ridiculous short hair. Maybe someday when I could stop phasing, I'd grow it out again. I miss my long hair just as much as I miss being normal.

Once I get to University I get off the bus, unfolding the campus map from my pocket to first get some coffee from this small bistro right near campus. Inside is the most pleasant smell: golden delicious apples and warm sugar. I checked the time on my watch as I waited in the short line. I was glad I'd clipped it to my bag the night before. I had a good forty-five minutes before lecture would begin. I had no idea what to expect on a first day like this. At least it was an introductory biology course and not something worse. Surely it couldn't be too horribly hard if I just do whatever the syllabus tells me.

I get to the barista, whose name tag says Jeremy, and order a chai spice latte. I know I said I wanted coffee, but really, chai tea sounds even more satisfying right now. I look around at the people walking, crowds of people bundled up, shivering as they walk to class. Their breaths were coming out in visible puffs. Mine did as well, though I'm sure mine looked thicker, almost like I was smoking. I could only attribute my strange body heat to the difference. I enjoy my latte a little while longer before I head off in the direction of class.

The day before, in his haste to be the dutiful brother, Seth had mapped out exactly where my classes were in obnoxious fluorescent green highlighter all over my campus map. I'd never tell him this, but I really loved the twerp.

I'm able to find this enormous lecture hall towards the other end of campus than from where I came in. It's an old brick building, definitely something built in the 1970s or maybe even the 1960s. I see there's a small group of people waiting outside as the class before begins to trickle out. Hmm, maybe first day of class would be short?

I don't make much eye contact with people, though I'm sure I intimidate some of the girls. I'm taller than most of them. I'm only about five-foot-eleven, though. I had been about five-six before the change happened. At least I didn't shoot up like Jake did. He was seriously a beast of a dude, which was probably because he's the hereditary alpha and all that jazz.

Once the lecture hall is clearing out more substantially, a student is brave enough to be the first one. It seems as though this is the tradition: Wait outside of class until someone finally gets the cajones to be the first one inside. Ridiculous, but I guess that's human nature. No one ever really wants to be first and find out they did something wrong.

Inside it's warmer than outside, but I can only tell the difference. Outside wasn't all that cold to me, but I can see the other students in my class, sighing as the shivering stops. I'm glad, in this instance, to be a wolf. Cold doesn't affect me like it does humans, although it makes me miss the normality just that much more.

Finding a seat close to the front, I realize that I'm one of the few people down here. Everyone else seems to like the back/middle portion of the hall. I look one more time at the schedule: Introductory Biology with Doctor Salinger. Okay, at least I have that much right. I don't know why I'm worrying so much about this. Maybe I can chalk it all up to first day jitters. It's been well over sixteen years since I've been in a classroom. Hell, I'd been planning on going to college when I phased the first time. All the drama that had been brought into my life had just delayed it over a decade and a half.

I see a middle-aged man, probably no older than his late forties, early fifties at the latest, walk into the room and remove his coat. This must be Salinger. I bend down to get my pencil, folder and paper out and the sweetest, most intoxicating smell wafts into the room, same as the one from the bistro: golden delicious apples and warm sugar. How could that be possible? Uncertain, I freeze in my place for the smallest fraction of a moment as my breathing goes shallow. Slowly, I lift my head and go back to sitting against the chair. My eyes immediately are drawn to her.

Her? Yeah, definitely her… I didn't know her name but everything in me knew her, recognized her in an instant. From her wide gray eyes beneath simple black rimmed glasses to her freckle-smattered oval face, she was who I'd been waiting for all this time. The shift comes over me, inch by inch, erasing all the pain from Sam, any love I had left for him and replacing it with the pulsing sound of her heartbeat… the most beautiful sound in the world.

Nothing else matters to me now. My loyalties to the pack, to La Push, my mother and brother were severed from one look at this simple girl I'd never seen before in my life. I'm held enraptured as she chews upon her bottom lip; a thought of how her lips would taste runs licentiously through my head. Every tie I'd had in my life before is now firmly secured to her. The strange symmetry of the universe I'd only seen through the eyes of my pack brothers is clear as day to me now. This inconsequential human, this human woman, is now the very center of my consciousness, my universe, and I'd give anything to be the center of hers.

I barely register that class has begun and syllabi are being handed out until she's standing in front of me, handing me my copy. I guess it pays to sit towards the front. Our eyes lock for an infinitesimal second, but I know this is right, that she's exactly what I've been unknowingly looking for all along. I take the packet of papers from her hand. Our fingers brush for just an instant, but already there's sparkage. Fuck. She gasps a little and tries to play it off like it's nothing, but she felt it. The flicker of recognition is written all over her face.

I don't even pay much attention to the professor, already making up my mind to drop the class. What I do pay attention to is when he introduces his TAs. He says her name's Amber that she's one of his graduate students.

She's breathtaking, smart, a woman and I just imprinted on her… Fuck my life.

I never thought, never could believe this would ever happen to me, but it had. And on a woman, no less! I should be freaking out about this. I should be questioning my entire sexual identity because up until about thirty seconds ago I was wholly and completely straight. I try, as subtly as I can, to glance around at any other women in the class but I barely register them. My eyes drift back to the redheaded vision in front of me. Is this why I had become a wolf? Was she my destiny and being a wolf only predicated that?

There were too many questions I had no answers for. The only answers I had was that this girl, Amber, is my imprint, my spirit wife and perfect match. Nothing is more sacred in my tribe or in the pack than that simple truth that now defined her very existence to me.

Before I realize it, the professor calls the class to a close. Supposedly, this is how it works on a first day, review of the syllabus, maybe a little lecture and you're free to go. Awesome.

I scribble a note on a piece of paper, folding it up as small as it can go, so it will fit in the palm of her hand. Her hands are smaller, more delicate than mine but not by a great deal.

With a confidence I didn't know I possess, I walk right up to her and introduce myself, offering my hand. "Hi, I'm Leah Clearwater. I'm a new student," I say lamely. What else is there to say? Hi, I'm Leah. I'm a werewolf and your soulmate, nice to meet ya, would not be kosher at all.

"Amber Thompson. Are you in the Thursday lab?" she asks. If I thought her heartbeat was the most beautiful sound in the world, that just became runner-up to her voice. I don't speak for a moment and realize I'm staring at her face. Gah, could I be more awkward? Her cheeks stain pink as she takes my hand, the sparks flaring up again. Her face flashes in recognition at the feel of folded paper against her palm. Her heart beat is pounding as I pass off the note into her palm and grin widely before leaving. Every thing in me, ever fiber of my being, is screaming at me to go back to her, to tell her that she's beautiful and wonderful but I fight it. If she wants to choose me then the ball is in her court now. I just hoped she didn't take too long to do so.

I try to push this off in the back of my mind for the rest of the day, but I know now it's completely useless. I, Leah Clearwater, genetically defunct woman/shapeshifter, have imprinted today on a beautiful grad student named Amber.

Yeah, the guys are so going to have a field day with this one.

End Note: A few Refs and defs

Jadis: The White Witch from the Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis, who is excellently portrayed by Tilda Swinton in the movies.

Zest-fully clean: tag line from the 80s/90s from the bar soap brand.

Alfred to my Bruce Wayne: for those not a fan of the superhero Alfred is Bruce Wayne's (Batman) butler.

Frau Blucher: Cloris Leachmen's character in Mel Brook's Young Frankenstein, any time her name is mentioned in the movie there's the sound of a horse neighing bc apparently Blucher means glue in German (or used to) and glue used to be made out of horse hooves.

WoW: World of Warcraft, an online game which I liken to a more interactive Dungeons and Dragons. It's oh so nerdy but really fun.

Hall of Reflections: from what I'm told this is max level stuff right here in WoW

Newb Tank: newbie player not from your guild (group of WoW players) that you take on. A tank is a warrior that makes the enemies attack himself. If they are inexperienced they tend to screw up a lot.

Wipe three times: when and entire team dies three times thus possibly having to restart the dungeon each time.

Want to buy: term used in the trade chat to buy and sell.

Gchat: Google chat for those not in the know =)

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoy a little foray into how Amber/Leah got started!