The Sparrow & the Dove

A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed/favourite or even just read the Fanfic. Especially to loves-unwanted-qeen: your review has given me a brilliant idea!

Chapter Three:

Leah:

Ever since I escaped from Sam's shadow, from the ghost of who I used to be, I've started to come out of the dark. So, now, I'm aware of the warmth of the sun caressing my back and the feel of the cool water beneath my paws. And all these feelings; all these joys that nature can give are so much better in wolf form.

I'm lying in the shallow stream that runs through the trees behind the Cullen's house, enjoying the feeling of the cool, gentle water rippling along underneath me, when I'm suddenly aware that something has changed: there is another presence in my mind.

He's not thinking at first, at least not in words, so for a few minutes I'm only aware of him; I can't hear him. But I know he is Seth. Then, slowly, I can feel more things: I can feel his instinct, his deep, over powering desire, to run; to escape. And I can see and feel and hear his memories, because they are too overpowering for him to hide.

They make my heart ache.

Suddenly, the thoughts of my pack brothers, which I had blocked before, all come flooding back in.

Oh, go on then, run away, you little pussy, Quil thinks at him. I would've been angry, except I know he doesn't mean it.

Aw, no, Seth, mate, don't go! Embry pleads. Jake! he calls to Jacob. Don't let him go! You have to stop him, Jake! You're the alpha, control him, please!

Seth, I whisper. Please, Seth, don't do this.

I have to go, Leah, he growls.

No, you don't! I yell back. Fucking hell, Seth, this is bloody stupid! Don't go, please, I'm begging you!

I have to go, he repeats, with more force this time. I know I'm not going to be able to convince him – the kid can be surprisingly stubborn and determined when he puts his mind to it – but there is no way I'm giving up. Not on Seth. Not on my baby brother.

Oh, shit, fuck, Seth! You son of a bitch, get your ass back here!

No.

He keeps repeating that same word – no – over and over again, until long after he goes out of sight. Until even his thoughts and feelings fade away. And then, I know he's gone. Maybe he's broke the connection permanently. Maybe he's just gone further than any wolf has gone before.

I only know one thing for certain as I turn and begin to walk towards the big white house: there is no way they are getting away with this. No fucking way.