He was always in my head.
Samuel Uley had once been my boyfriend.
Samuel Uley had once been in love with me.
I didn't know, then, that he was a shapeshifter. It would have been so much better if the Cullens never came back to Forks.
At least that's what I thought.
What would have happened if the Cullens never came back? Would we be able to protect La Push like we do now? I know, everyone thinks I'm just a bitter and broken girl.
They're probably right.
But, having the man you love imprint on someone related to you... being madly in love with your cousin... how would you feel?
Emily didn't mean for it to happen.
Sam didn't mean for it to happen.
But that didn't stop the pain.
Then, my father died.
I changed.
Seth changed.
From then on, Sam was always present in my head when we shifted. He was the alpha. He was the leader of the pack.
I think that's part of the reason I joined Jacob's pack. Getting Sam out of my head made things so much easier. I may not be getting over him fast, but I know that he no longer has to be a constant presence in my head. That's enough to make me happy.
Maybe, one day, I can imprint myself. It seems to be more common then thought initially. Though, it isn't completely obvious if a female werewolf can. I'm the first. Hopefully, I will not be the last. The boys have no idea how lucky they are. They have each other. I have only myself.
Seth tries to help. I know he does. But it isn't the easiest thing being the only female werewolf in a pack. In either pack. Leaving La Push... leaving Washington... was probably the best decision I've made in awhile. I need to clear my head. Getting away is the only way I can think to do it.
I sighed, going to the door of the apartment building where the apartment I rented was located. Montreal, Canada. I've always wanted to go here. See things. Be away from the pack from a while and just, be a girl. Not a wolf. Not a bitch. Not hurt.
My shoulder bumps into someone. "Sorry," he says. I look up and my eyes meet his. Suddenly, he's my world. My sun. My everything. Where there was Sam, there was now this beautiful man. I didn't even know his name. "It's okay," I reply. I can feel myself blush. I can see him smile. He holds out one peach colored hand, "I'm Michael."
I've imprinted.
And now I know what Sam felt when he saw Emily for the first time.
And, though the hurt may always be there, I forgive him.
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Author's Note: Leah isn't my favorite character or anything, but I felt it would be nice to have her imprint. To move on and what not.