A/N: Hey guys! There aren't too many Leah imprint fanfics out there, and she's definitely one of the more underrated characters in the Twilight series. I hope you guys like the first chapter, and please leave any and all commentary for me! Kisses!

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Imprinting.

The word alone drove a shiver up Leah Clearwater's spine. For everyone in the pack, for people like Jake, Paul and Jared, imprinting was a godsend. After all their hard work, they were rewarded with a perfect little imprint, some poor girl who could tolerate their moronic behavior, cook large quantities of food, and satiate their sexual needs.

It was disgusting, to say the least.

For Leah, imprinting didn't mean a lifelong soul mate. It meant heartache and betrayal and suffering, something she knew all too well. Her experience with Sam and Emily had been a dagger to the heart. Leah was known around the reservation as the broken girl, the girl who had gotten completely fucked over.

In conclusion, Leah was not a fan of imprinting, but who could blame her?

The one thing to come out of Sam and Emily's vicious backstabbing was that she knew this whole 'soulmate' business wasn't going to be a problem for her. Because unlike her very, very testosterone-filled packmates, she was a girl…a woman. Only a wolf because of some celestial mistake, she knew that her imprinting would probably be too impossible, even the Gods couldn't screw up that badly.

But deep inside, a twinge of fear nagged at Leah Clearwater's heart. Her pack had continued to defy the odds. A treaty was formed, along with friendships, to the very enemy that brought about their existence. Imprinting, which was supposedly a rare miracle, was slowly happening to every member of her pack. Her alpha, Jake, had even imprinted on a mutant vampire!

And in her own way, Leah knew she defied the odds as well, being the only female shapeshifter in Quileute history.

Leah Clearwater's world of misery, self-loathing and jealousy came to a halt on October 3rd, 2012.

Everything she thought she hated, loved, and knew came to a standstill because of a 9 year-old boy named Isaac Maxwell.

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The first thing Leah noticed that day was that it wasn't raining. In La Push, Washington, rain-less days were about as common as four leaf clovers. It wasn't even foggy or cloudy. Despite the crispness of the autumn weather, the sun was shining, and it was…dare she say…nice out?

Leah knew that the little brat, Claire, would be ecstatic because of the change of weather, running around to make sure Emily's house was up to her standards. Because today was unfortunately Claire's birthday, and because of Quil's incessant begging, the pack was obligated to celebrate the little terror's first double digit party.

Leah practically dragged herself to Emily and Sam's house, praying that she could blend into the background and make her exit after dropping off the delinquent's gift, and of course, freeloading on pizza. Leah had even put a little effort into her appearance, wearing a plain grey shirt without holes, shorts, and hiking boots. She may have half-combed her hair, but fully combing it would have been more work.

As soon as she arrived, she regretted it. Sam opened the door, a pink streamer adorning his messy hair. His mouth pursed the minute he saw her, and he reluctantly let her in. Leah didn't pay the asshole a single glance.

"Oh, Leah! I'm so glad you could make it! Here, why don't you set your present on the gift table, and I'll led you outside!" Emily exclaimed anxiously, clearly uncomfortable with her cousin's presence. She looked stressed, her hair in disarray and clothes wrinkled as she multitasked in the kitchen. In a different time, Leah would have offered to help her, but she merely raised an eyebrow, carelessly tossing the hot pink gift bag that only her mother, Sue, could have picked out, and escorted herself out the backdoors.

There was no use in pretending that everything was fine between them, that they were still the best friends they used to be.

As Leah walked around the backyard, a group of screaming children pushed past her, making her growl under her breath. If the sound of kids weren't intolerable enough, her enhanced wolf senses were completely overwhelmed with how pink everything seemed to be. As she plopped herself down in one of the ribbon adorned lawn chairs, she suddenly noticed someone was sitting next to her.

"Hey big sis, didn't think you'd make it! You're…about 40 minutes late!" exclaimed Leah's too-optimistic little brother, Seth. She rolled her eyes uncaringly. "Yeah, I'm sure I was dearly missed, asswipe. Where's the food?" she replied sarcastically. Used to his sister's behavior, he merely let out a laugh. "Come on, it's a party, Leah! Lighten up!"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to be here!"

Seth sighed, knowing he would never win this back and forth. "You should have seen it before. Quil is apparently the entertainment for the day, you should've seen the amount of kids crawling on him for piggy back rides! I swear, the stuff he does for Claire would be just a little too much for me." He said with a chuckle.

Leah grunted.

"Well, I guess you're not the only one not having fun. Look at that kid over there," he pointed out. Leah glanced over to see a boy around Claire's age sitting by himself at one of the decorated picnic tables. The kid was definitely not from the reservation, with his dirty blonde waves, blue eyes, and freckles pale skin. He was fidgeting nervously, eyes lowered to the ground.

Something unexplainable intrigued Leah about the boy. Why wasn't he playing with all the other kids? Why was he so nervous? As she continued to stare on, a voice disrupted her from her thoughts. "Hey, I dare you to ask what his problem is." Seth sniggered, obviously in need of something to do. Leah would have normally rolled her eyes, scoffing at his immaturity, but something inside her halted. Brushing off her shorts from the glitter coating her chair, she walked across the lawn to the picnic table.

The boy's eyes darted to her as soon as he sensed her presence, but they quickly returned to his lap. For wolves, negative emotions like anxiety or fear held a very pungent smell, and this kid reeked of it. Leah sat down cautiously, and cleared her throat. "H-Hey kid, why aren't you playing or whatever?" she asked uncomfortably. The boy's eyes darted again, and he looked away from her. "Come on kid, I'm not gonna-whoa."

And it was at that moment that Leah's whole entire world imploded. As his baby blue eyes connected with hers, she felt the ties of everything she ever cared about slowly slipping away. Her surroundings-the background noise, the obscenely pink décor-faded as the boy in front of her came into laser focus. Her heart was beating out of her chest, her lungs constricted tightly as her whole body shook.

This nervous little boy in front of her, with golden blonde waves, a smattering of freckles across his nose, and warm, knowing blue orbs had become the reason for living…hell, for her whole existence in the matter of seconds.

"Oh shit!" cackled someone in the background.

Leah Clearwater had imprinted.