Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Warning: Swearing. If you can't read writing with swearing in it please don't read.
Leah, in her wolf state, slashed at the tree bark, clawing until the age lines in the wood were no longer recognizable, with wolf marks overlapping the oak tree.
She howled aguishly into the darkness. Her voice pierced through the black night, carried by the wind until it reached the glowing moon. The moon looked back at her, in her hellish mindset it almost seemed to be winking at her misery.
Why? She snarled. It's not fair! Why is it always me! Why can't someone else have to deal with this pain!
Her claws dug into the dirt under her feet. Her mind wouldn't rest and the feeling inside her was so painful that she couldn't move, but at the same time she couldn't stand still.
She fell for him. The ignorant bastard, Jacob, the most fucking unreliable piece of shit person that ever walked the earth, he was worse than Sam.
She felt tears in her eyes. So she ran. She ran so fast that she couldn't help but cry from the wind stinging her open lids. She whipped past trees, dodging out of instinct, not stopping in time to let the tears fall. The second one dribbled down her face it was taken by the wind from her insistent pace.
Images of him raced through her mind almost as fast as her paws hit the ground. Of them laughing at something he did to Paul, of her laughing at something Paul did to him, and-she almost smiled before growling-of something she did to both of them, laughing, before Jacob tackled her to the ground, pressing their bodies close.
She shook her head, as if the images would suddenly fly out of her mind. How could she be so freaking stupid! She knew this would happen! She knew it! Wolves always imprint; all wolves except for her.
She slowed, too tired from her rampage to continue. The ache in her chest rising. Make it stop! Her mind screamed. I already had to get over Sam this way! I can't do it again!
Emerging from the line of trees she walked forward towards the cliff overlooking the water below, lying down against the stone until her body heat and the coldness of the cliff's temperature mixed. The tears formed in her eyes again, hovering on the edge of her eyelids.
She wanted to get back up and run again, but her sore body kept her from moving. She sourly glowered at the peaceful ocean. Where were the waves, they should be crashing against the shore like always. The calmness of the ocean pissed her off. It seemed like everyone, even an ocean, wanted to fuck with her emotions.
She howled again, up at the moon, but her howl wavered and turned into a whine. A plead. She growled at herself. Stay strong. You will not cry for him. He doesn't deserve it.
She could see them in the woods behind her, old images of herself and Jacob. Arguing, always arguing, and wrestling against the roots of the trees, neither going easy on the other. That was your first sign; he's always gentle with the Loch Ness Monster. She laid her chin on top of her paws, burying her head.
At least Sam loved you before he fucking went and married your cousin; Jacob felt nothing but hate for you, maybe companionship, nothing more. He loved Bella, obsessively, and now he's moved on to fucking her baby daughter. She growled at the thought. Who cares, Bella's fine with his creepy pedophile love, so who freaking cares.
It didn't take long for the answer to come: I care.
Before that night Leah didn't think it was physically possible for wolves to cry tears.
She was wrong.
Let me make it clear that I know Jacob won't be in love with Nessie until she's old enough, but Leah's pissed, so unless you want to face her wrath you'll forgive me. :)
