Chapter four:
The pain was clearly etched on her face. Nevertheless she still tried to hide her hurt and make it appear as anger. If he didn't know her better, he would have believed that she really was angry. But he did know her. At one point in his life he had known her better then he even knew himself. Even though that part of his life was long dead, his memories lived on. He still remembered every curve on her body and every expression that had ever crossed her face. He still remembered her. After all this time he still knew who she was beneath the mask. He still knew that under the angry surface there was a small girl who was in deeper pain then he could even come close to understanding.
He had never been able to stand seeing her in pain. Without any conscious command from him, his hand reached out to wipe away the tear that was running down her soft cheek.
The heat that was radiating off her body was amazing. It was like a fire in the winter or water in the desert. So tempting and impossible to resist. For one whole moment nothing existed. Emily. His family. His pack. Everything. For one moment he was Leah's. Completely and utterly hers. He loved her, and wanted her, and needed her. The moment passed as swiftly as it came and he cringed away from her. At one point in his life he was hers, completely and utterly hers. Not anymore though. That chapter in his life was closed. Finished. The End. He had his happily ever after but all Leah had was once upon a times and an unfinished story.