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A/N: This is Leah Clearwater several years post-BD.
I've always been a loner, but now more so than ever. For a few years I had my wolf pack, but they've all imprinted and decided to live ordinary lives. Something I can never do.
Look, I wasn't supposed to happen. I was the glitch in the order, the girl wolf, the mistake. There'd never been a girl wolf before – ever – and I highly doubt there'll be another one. I'm one of a kind, the guys used to tell me playfully. It felt a lot better then, back when they weren't all paired off.
I'll be lucky if I ever find someone who loves me for me, someone who doesn't mind that I'm a wolf inside. I mean, my luck with guys was bad enough BEFORE the wolf thing happened. Just picture what it'd be like to have to tell someone that you can shift into an animal form at will. My worst nightmare come to life.
Lone wolf, the guys call me. That's what I am, who I am, everything about me in two little words. I only pretend to dislike the nickname; in truth, it fits me too well.