Eighteen hours after Jacob Black imprinted, Leah Clearwater found herself sitting along the shores of First Beach, throwing the occasional rock into its waters.
He had told her to stay away from La Push for a while; Sam's pack was patrolling the area, and he didn't want any trouble.
But she couldn't bring herself to care. She couldn't anymore.
Jacob Black and imprinting. She should have seen it coming. Of course, the Alpha needed a perfect little soulmate to spend the rest of his life with.
She couldn't help but feel betrayed. Hadn't he told her that didn't want to imprint? That he didn't want to love someone because he had to?
One look at the kid's brown eyes was all it took. He was as good as sold. Even the guy who was dead set against imprinting had to go and do it.
Either Fate was screwed up, or it just enjoyed screwing her.
And she had to (grudgingly) admit that the baby was beautiful. One of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Funny, she had imagined the spawn would look like the Swamp Thing.
Even as a newborn, she was perfection. And way Jacob looked at her…
She shook her head.
She told herself she didn't care.
