Author's Note: it's my first attempt at writing so please Have Mercy and enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is like the inventor of Chess. I'm just a meaningless player plotting the move of each pioneer.

Jacob and I were patrolling during the silent night. We both agreed that Seth would better take the day's shift rather than roaming around in the dark moonless winter nights. Jake decided that even though the psychic does not see any kind of danger lurking around anytime soon, we still need to be careful. The Vulturri has a pride and a reputation to maintain and a revenge to accomplish.

We usually run in silence and try not to get into each others' fur at we do. Running has always helped me clear my mind and hate the world around me less. I've come to term with the fact that I'm unfortunate. Luck hasn't been my conspirator for a while now. I tried to remember the last time I was truly HAPPY before that word disappeared from my dictionary.

Was it when Dad took me fishing with him for the first time?

Was it on my 15th birthday?

Was it when I was with him?

I growled desperately. I'm a pathetic emotional train wreck. I pushed my legs to run even faster. Somehow, it made me feel better, the idea of running away, away from the last memory of my father, away from Sam, from the pangs of jealousy I feel every time I catch Jake thinking of Nessie like she's the ancre holding him to dear life.

Leah? Jake asked in that tone of his. I know that tone by heart now.

What? Even mentally, I can still spit the words.

He hesitated before thinking the words "I'm Sorry"

For a second I didn't say anything. Of all the people that wronged me, Jake is apologizing, like somehow he's defending them. Defending those I blame for taking my happy glow away leaving me empty and miserable. For an instant, I wasn't mad, I was fuming.

"I don't need your pity, Jacob!" I couldn't maintain the angry howl building inside of me. Like every fucking second since Sam left me for Emily, I need to be reminded how completely damaged I am. "Oh I have an idea Jake," I continued my tone surprisingly cam but full of venom "why don't you just discard my beta and replace it by "Leah Charity Association?"

Leah!

Or even better, Leech Cullens Charity!

I haven't noticed when he outran me but Suddenly, Jacob was pacing in front of me. I was looking at a distant ancient tree, avoiding his eyes. Even in wolf form, Jake cant help being an open book. no need to speak, his eyes says it all.

Leah, I understand what you're going through. He passed the thought in my head, but I can hear the soft tone he haven't used with me since our last heart-to-heart when Bella was pregnant.

No Jake! You understood. Not anymore. For God's sake, you replaced her with her daughter, Jake. Her Daughter! Why can't I find a replacement? Why? Oh I forgot! Maybe because I'm a genital dead end. How did my father have his heart attack? Oh right! Because I phased into a wolf one day. The blows keep coming. They never stop coming, harder and more painful every time. God, Dammit! I hate showing signs of vulnerability and weakness in front of Jake, even though he's kind of my only friend now.

He was quiet for a moment, and I made mo attempt to run past him when he quietly thought Go rest, Lea. You got a long day tomorrow.

I mentally frowned at this. Why? What's tomorrow?

That's when he noticed his slip and tried to quickly hide his thoughts with thoughts of Nessie. I pushed further in his mind trying to find a clue of what he's talking about.

Leah! Go! He practically shouted in my mind. I ignored him and dig deeper. And that's an Alpha order! Jake knew from practice with the pack and the mind-reader bloodsucker how to control his thoughts so it was useless.

He turned to leap between the trees before I can argue.

Back at the house, I can hear mom's soft sow breathing and Seth's loud snoring. I tiptoed to the kitchen to get something to eat when I saw an envelope on the kitchen counter. It was square-shaped and formal. A pretty white ornamented orchid was placed at the left top of it while a lacy ribbon wrapped it up to form a bow at the back. A wedding invitation.

Some voice at the back of my mind screamed at me not to open it. Not to even touch it. I ignored it as I opened the envelope with shaky hands even though I just knew.

Darkness started wrapping my heart and my lungs until I was hyperventilating. I fell to my knees while my whole body was shaking. I knew I won't phase. The human in me is the one was grieving and mourning while the wolf remained mute. I couldn't maintain the sob building inside of me any longer. I wept in silence for a long time before the faded light of dawn started shimmering through the window. Before I knew it, Unconsciousness was taking over me. I didn't fight it.

I managed to sleep for three hours straight without any nightmares darkening my mind. The bell rang over a hundred times before I managed to zombie-walk to open the door. Whoever it is, is going to have to endure some serious doze of Morning Leah.

Shock left me wide-eyed and speechless as the walking dead in front of me looked straight in the eye and said" We need to talk."

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