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Chapter Forty Eight: Spiralling Emotions.
"You can't just run away every time you don't want to deal with something." Sam startled as I flicked on the table lamp, his hand still gripping the front door handle. The clock by the sink ticked to quart past the hour, breaking the brief silence, "You keep running away and it's ridiculous. I can't keep up with you, not anymore." Looking down at my pale hands, I took a deep breath to prepare myself for my next words, "So, you either tell me everything now, or I'm done."
Glancing up at Sam, I noticed his previously surprised expression had crumbled into anguish, and I struggled to not try and take my words back. He'd suffer over the past few months, his life change irrevocably, but I couldn't keep giving in. Sam had to trust me, I couldn't keep taking things on faith, and I thought we were over the evasive tactics. I watched for any sign he was ready to talk, but he continued to stare into mid-air, apparently caught in his own head. Even after the clock ticked to twenty past the hour, he still hadn't said a word, hadn't even opened his mouth in anticipation, so I stood from the chair I was sat in and turned for the stairs.
"It's a wolf thing." He called to my wearily retreating back and I paused on the first step, cocking my head to the side to indicate I was prepared to listen, "It's hard to explain."
"Then be honest with me, Sam, just tell me." Finally turning to face him once more, I shrugged my shoulders, feigning nonchalance. In reality, I was desperate to hear what he had to say. The Quileute mutation fascinated me, as much as Vampires did, and I found myself eager to discover more of their forbidden world.
"I can't be with Leah anymore." Sam spoke robotically, hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure of the words falling from his lips. He used to be so sure of himself, but now he looked reduce to a trouble man. I stepped down and folded my arms, trying to hide my concern, "It's not possible."
"It's not possible? Because she's human?" I frowned in confusion. The wolf gene only affected the male descendants, if they couldn't be with humans, then they couldn't possibly reproduce and continue the line. What he said didn't add up.
"No. Her being a human isn't why we can't be together. Me being a wolf is." Raking his hand through his short, dark hair, he sighed, "You know, the myth that wolves only mate for life? Well, um…it's possible for some werewolves to do so too, in rare circumstances."
"So, what you're telling me is that you're mated for life with someone, who isn't Leah?" Anger flooded my chest. He could not use his wolf genes to excuse his disgusting behaviour. He and Leah must have only broken up in the past week and he had already slept with someone else 'for life'. After all of their years together, Sam has thrown it all back into Leah's face. Leah was absolutely devastated by his betrayal, yet he could only think about who he could move onto next.
But Sam wouldn't do that. He wasn't the type of man who would bed hop. Leah was his first and the only girl he'd ever slept with. He truly loved her and was dedicated to their relationship more than most teenage relationships. Sam and Leah had been planning their future together. I couldn't believe he would give that up for nothing. It was also clear that this new development had crushed him emotionally too. I could see his own heartbreak in his downturned lips.
Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I resolved to hear him out.
"It's complicated." Sam sighed and slumped into a chair, finally closing the cool night out of our house, "It's not something I can control."
"You're mated for life with someone?" I sat on the sofa and tried to make sense of his excuses, "But you had no control over it."
"No." He shook his head, "It's not just mating for life. It's a deep connection with someone, like soulmates. It's like nothing else matters, just her. She's the gravity holding you to the earth. All you want is to please and protect her. You'd be anything for her; a brother, a friend, or a partner, just to be with her."
"You're telling me you've found your 'soulmate'?" In my mind, I could only think of Leah. Sam and Leah were seemingly perfect for one another; they complimented each other's personality. I couldn't rationalise it being another woman.
"Yes. I've imprinted." Sam glanced up at me, trying to gauge my reaction. Though unfamiliar with the term, I nodded, trying to encourage him to talk further on the subject, "It's rare, uncontrollable, and absolute. I've seen the woman I should spend my life with."
"Sam? You must barely know this woman! You've been with Leah for two years! How can you say that? This is by far the maddest thing you've said about this whole werewolf business!" I exploded suddenly, unable to hold back any longer, "You've imprinted on a stranger?"
"She's not a stranger." His head slumped into his awaiting hands, muffling his words, but I still heard his admission.
"What?" Trying to rein in my temper, I stood before him, my mind whirling.
"I've imprinted on Emily, Leah's cousin." He mumbled into his hands and I gasped loudly.
"Are you insane?" Dropping to my knees, I pried his hands from his face and made him look me in the eye, "You broke up with Leah because you imprinted on Emily?"
"Yes." The expression on his face was absurdly torn between elated and sorrow.
"Oh, Sam, you've really lost it now." I closed my eyes and sighed. The supernatural world continued to twist our lives in spirals, bewildering our minds and complicating our lives. We both slumped in disbelief, as the clock passed over the half hour mark.