Who cares for the fallen leaves

Who cares for the fallen leaves?

Chapter 1: Which leaves will fall.

Leah's internal clock rang, echoing through the walls of her cerebellum. She sighed and ran her hand through her short black hair, slightly missing her once beautiful long hair. She hated her hair. If she trimmed it any shorted if would look like a man's. Like she wasn't manly enough; her overly toned arms and legs, and sculpted six pack.

She began her walk to the edge of the forest, stopping just as it became dense enough to phase without being noticed. She quietly and solemnly shed her clothes and tied them to her leg with the leather cord, just as the others would. She let her emotions flow as she imagined her wolf form, allowing it to take over her body.

Some elders say when a werewolf changes it is completely open; because a werewolf relies on its strongest thoughts to phase, and the initial moment of transformation it cannot gain control of its thoughts.

Leah despised that. It was difficult enough to hold back her thoughts, to have it all ruin when she phases in anger, which is how she always phases.

Her mind became one with her pack mates. Within the first moments regaining her composure, she found her thoughts shoving its tongue down someone's throat. She groaned realizing she was partnered with Jared.

Hello Leah, sorry about that. He apologized, his thoughts barely capable of focusing on anything but Kim.

She groaned, but kept her thoughts silent. She wasn't necessarily ignoring him, they both knew what the other was thinking anyway, but it was easiest to just stay silent and do their job.

Her thoughts had been roaming wild for the past few weeks, and she tried to distract herself with difficult math problems. She knew Jared was annoyed by this, but she never complained about his thoughts of Kim, that weren't suited for the children. Also it was important that the one thing on her mind didn't get out. The one thing that would change her life forever. The one thing that gave her hope.