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It's gonna take me awhile to get back into the groove of things, so I'm really sorry if this isn't the best chapter I've ever written; it's a start, and hopefully going to get better and better as I go and go and go!

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Onward because I have to go and update my other stories like, right now. XD

Playlist For Chapter:

Your Body Is A Wonderland – John Mayer
Who's That Girl – Hilary Duff

"You know, I was just thinking the other day, it's been almost eight months since Jules and I have moved to La Push," I murmured slowly, quickly looking at Leah, who was sitting across the room from me, sprawled out across the navy couch she was settled in.

"Hmm," Leah responded. "It has, hasn't it? Wow, it feels like only a few days." She laughed softly, a delicate chuckle before cocking her head delicately, listening intently. A smile twitched on her face before she shifted her attention to back the television.

I slowly cast my glance the other way, gazing out the window, watching the fluffy, cotton-ball like snowflakes fall and tumble from the sky, contrasting greatly with the obsidian sky that they cascaded from. The starless, snowy night common in the month of December, especially for La Push; heavy snow was common in as early as the end of September. Still, even though I had been watching this sort of scene for a few months now, I was still infatuated with the whiteness that landed on the Uley's lawn.

Leah and I had been asked by Sam and Emily to watch Kylie for a night well they went out for a romantic dinner. They hadn't had a wink of a break for two straight months now, and both of them needed the time to themselves, so both of us had whole-heartedly agree to help the young parents out. Embry had offered kindly to watch Jules for me, so that I would be able to watch Kylie, which I had thanked him numerous times for.

I rolled on to my side as the program on the television switched to something about wedding dresses and how to pick the right wedding dress for your body type. I stared at the white stucco ceiling for a few seconds before sighing a bit. We had put Kylie to bed, in her completely decked out pink room, about an hour ago now, and we were both getting quite bored now that we didn't have a baby to play with or feed.

Finally, I looked over at Leah once more. "Hey, Leah?" I asked my voice louder than before, curiosity peaking my interest. "Can I ask you something?"

"Okay, shoot." She raised a delicate eyebrow. She ran a hand through her raven-black hair that was short, cut to the tips of her ears, and shaggy at the ends.

"What's it like … being a werewolf with a bunch of guys?"

"A pain in my ass," Leah laughed harshly. "But I guess the imprints are my girlfriends of the pack. So I guess my sanity is pretty stable." In a way, that seemed like a lie.

"But what about when the imprints weren't around?" I continued with my questions.

"They've always been around," Leah sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Emily and Kim have always been around, but you and Rachel are the newer ones." Her replies were short and broken, almost pained.

"How long have you known Emily?" I asked, raising my own brow. "You guys seem really … close. Closer than you are with Rachel or Kim, I mean."

"Well, Emily's my cousin. Second cousin, actually, but we've been raised together like sisters." When Leah spoke of Emily being raised like a sister to her, her voice completely changing from soft and happy to rough and completely icy.

I narrowed my eyes, almost confused now as I tossed my own long hair behind my shoulder and sat up a bit straighter, sensing the strange … bitterness that seemed to be radiating from Leah's still seemingly relaxed figure. "Something wrong?" Was the only question that could slip through my lips.

Leah grumbled under her breath before sitting up, hanging her head down toward the floor. "I guess it's time you know. Sam and I used to date."

"Oh wow," I murmured, quite shocked by the sudden statement.

"Yeah. Together for almost two years. We were … well, we were in love, and so happy. When he first phased, he wasn't allowed to tell me about it. It was forbidden to tell anyone but your imprint, and I wasn't Sam's imprint. Our relationship slowly cracked and crumbled, but we held on to it. Tried to, at least. But then, he imprinted on Emily. Of course, I thought he just had fallen in love with her, but when I phased and found out about imprinting and stuff, I kinda felt betrayed. I mean, she was basically my sister. But, imprinting is imprinting, and I can't control what fate brings me."

"Leah," I whispered, slowly processing all of the information I was receiving. Leah … the happy face around Sam and Emily … was an act. The happiness she seemed to show whenever Sam was around Emily, was an act. But, in a way, I
could see how she felt. She had completely gotten the horrible end of the stick, and there was nothing she could do about it. But still, I felt shocked; I had no clue was to say.

Leah kept going, oblivious to my mental babble. Her dark, inky eyes shone with pain, and her relaxed body suddenly tensed as she balled her fists in her lap. "I was … well, still am, heartbroken. And since I first phased, I've been able to hear Sam's thoughts about her … how much he loves her. Of course I'm happy for them—in fact, I'm ecstatic—but I can't help but wonder … what if that would have been me, you know?"

"Yeah," I whispered again, my eyes still locked on Leah's. She looked so lonely, so heartbroken … I had no idea how to begin to comfort her.

"But it doesn't matter. I don't need love; I can be free, and I'll have fun doing it." Leah grinned, but it was shaky and faked.

"You haven't talked about this with anyone else, have you?" I asked again, voice soft and cautious.

"My mom. And Emily knows how I feel about it, and of course the guys know because they can hear and see all my thoughts, but other than that, no." Leah blinked a few times, her dark eyes glowing.

"Well, you're a werewolf, right? Can't you imprint?" I asked curiosity and pure wonder coating my voice.

"No one knows for sure, but probably not. I'm the first and only female werewolf in existence."

"And can you be imprinted on?" Again I asked, worried for her sanity.

"Well, I probably could have. You see, as Embry probably told you, one of the reasons that Sam thinks we imprint is to make larger and stronger werewolf babies. Genetic override. The thing is … I'm twenty and I'm menopausal. So if that's the reason … I'll never be imprinted on or imprint myself. Doomed to be alone, I suppose." Leah shook her head once more, not in defiance, but trying to shake the thought out of her mind. Her never-ending eyes seemed to sparkle with something wet, and I went to get up and comfort her, but she only shook her head more.

"Leah … I never knew," I mumbled slowly. "I never … would have guessed."

"It's fine, really," Leah laughed, sharp and sarcastic once more. "I used to be really bitter and stuff before, torturing everyone I could … but now I've figure out to just stuck it up and act like I love it."

I could only gaze toward her, trying to think of something nice and comforting to say, but only silence came to mind. But Leah smiled at me and looked up, eyes clear now. "Thanks for listening, Trisha. You deserved to know."

"You're welcome, anytime. Really."