Okay, so I'm taking a new course on this story. I noticed that there really aren't all that many Leah stories out there, and the poor girl needs some love! So here it is. Read and review!
Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned away from Jake and ran into the trees, vibrating violently. In a fit of temper, I turned and spit clumsily in Jake's direction before bursting into the silver wolf that was me. I ran hard and furiously, my strong legs eating up the distance in great bounding strides.
I knew that my pack thought I was bitter, cold-hearted bitch. They knew it was because of Sam.
They were right.
But they didn't truly know. How could they understand having the one thing you loved most ripped away from you by the one of the only people you thought you could trust?
And then, when the pain of that had finally started to heal, you discover that you, too, are part of his pack of werewolves. You share his thoughts, and he shares yours.
Bitter? Me? Never.
I was strong. I didn't take things lying down. So I fought back and protected myself, thinking of things the pack would rather forget.
It took my mind off Emily and Sam. So my pack hated me; so what? I wasn't in this for the popularity. Sam kept trying to talk to me, but I pushed him away. How dare he? He has the nerve to ruin my life, and then he tries to tell me it isn't his fault?
Because yes, Sam, I want to forgive you for ripping my heart out and stomping on it. I want to forgive you for knowing every thought that I have. I want to forgive you for lying to me.
This is my life now. I am a cold, bitter bitch. And I am safe. I ran harder, faster, stronger.
Because if I can just move fast enough, I can run away from it all.
Sorry, guys. I know it's really short, but the chapters will get longer, I promise! Remember, read and review!