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Doubt: Sam
by silly bella
I saw how she was the night they left. When we first heard she was missing, we thought they'd broken the treaty, made her one of them. We were ready to track them down and kill them, even though their greater numbers would make the outcome of any fight uncertain. Then we found her, uninjured in any physical way, but slashed open and utterly empty, just the same.
Raw pain. I knew what that was like. I'd been ripped up so many different ways by the mere presence of those bloodsuckers, I felt such pity for her. That's probably why I was willing to risk the treaty and kill that leech up in the meadow when he was about to have her for a snack. That, and Jacob's panicked thoughts screaming, "Not her. No. He can't kill her!"
I pitied her again, after I ordered Jacob not to tell her, told him to stay away from her. I'd seen how he had helped her, but he had his own place, a sacred duty, with the pack. One that even now he rejects because of her. She's all he thinks about. I felt his relief when she joined us. Her knowledge was helpful—will be helpful should we ever need to fight them. I thought she hated them.
And then she jumped. Cliff diving, she says. That wasn't what it looked like. It wasn't what people would have said. Suicide. That's what they would have called it. What I would have called it.
Just like her plan to become one of them. Suicide.