This drabble's rather contradictory to my last one, but I'm the author, so whatever I say goes. 8D
Oh, and a disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, though I wish I did. (If I did, I would've actually killed off some people in BD. Probably Bella and Edward. =P Oh, and Nessie wouldn't have been born (I actually don't have… much of… a problem with Nessie, but Leah's better), and Jacob and Leah would've gotten together.) (Haha. Parentheses within parentheses! And then two pairs next to each other~)
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"I hate imprinting!" Leah screeches. Her hands are clenched into fists, and her hair is a mess. Her eyes smolder in anger; her face is red.
"Um… okay?" Jacob stares in confusion. It is past midnight, and he was sleeping. Was being the key word. Leah had pounded on his door for about half an hour before Jacob forced himself out of bed to open the door, only to find Leah standing there, looking furious and almost teary, and then she'd screamed those three words at him.
"Whoever invented imprinting needs to go fuck himself! And I know he was a guy because only guys are such idiots! Whoever the—"
"Leah, are you okay?" Jacob wisely chooses to ignore the derogatory remarks she made about his sex. He knows that when Leah is in such a mood, she is not to be trifled with. "What happened?"
Leah stares at Jacob, all the anger slowly draining from her face until only misery is displayed there, plain and simple. He can, for the first time, see the longing in her eyes.
"I imprinted, Jacob," Leah says quietly, and he feels like the world has fallen out from under his feet.
Question: Can wolves imprint in their wolf form? Was that ever even addressed?
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