As soon as I left Jensen's cabin, I phased into my wolf form. It was so easy to forget that I had a life outside of Jensen. I had an obligation to my pack and I was determined to make sure my life didn't change any more than it already had. I decided not to spy on Jensen during my patrol. I really did mean it when I said I needed some time by myself.

I started on my usual circuit around the Cullens' land and ran towards La Push. As I neared the La Push borders, I decided to eat something. I hated eating in my wolf form, but I didn't want to go into the reservation to eat either. So, I resigned myself to eating whatever I could find in the forest. Luckily, I spotted some deer drinking from the river, so I was able to clean up after I ate.

I phased into my human form because I found it was easier to clean myself in my human body instead of my wolf body. As I waded into the river to wash myself, I tried to not think about the past few hours with Jensen, but it was difficult to beat down the images. I hated being so weak where he was concerned! I never cried in front of anyone, and I had cried in front him. I had never felt jealous, desire, or passion the way I did for him.

I wondered if I would have been so drawn to Jensen if I hadn't imprinted on him. I closed my eyes and pictured his face in my mind. His smile was definitely the best feature on his face. His deep dimples, full lips, and rumpled brown hair added a boyish charm to his otherwise masculine features. I don't know what he did in his previous life, but man, his body was glorious. He could easily have been a model for an underwear ad. It looked as if his muscles were earned through hard physical labor rather than lifting weights at the gym.

I sighed. The answer was probably yes . . . I would have been attracted to him even if I hadn't imprinted on him. It was hard to believe he didn't have a harem of women following him around. Oh, wait, there was Tanya, and she did follow him here. Something needed to be done about her. I decided I would have to hunt her down after my patrol so we could have a little chat.

The water was so soothing. There was a gentle breeze that caressed my skin, and I could hear birds cooing to each other. My body was sore and aching. A small smile formed as I thought about why my body was sore and aching. I had only been intimate with one other man before. I had thought I knew what pleasure was with Sam, but being with Jensen was unlike anything I had felt before. It was beyond pleasure. Again, I wondered if I felt that way because I had imprinted on him, but I decided I didn't care. I still believed Jensen would leave me one day, but in the mean time I would enjoy his company and his sexy body.

I opened my eyes when I sensed I was no longer alone. I turned around and spotted one of Sam's wolves behind me. I sank lower into the river to hide my body from his view. I could tell by the color of his fur that it was Sam's cousin, Cain. He recently joined Sam's pack. I had never really talked to him because he always made me feel uncomfortable with his penetrating stare. Jacob's pack and Sam's pack both patrolled the boarders of La Push, so I would run into Cain from time to time, but I never ran into him when I had just phased to my human form; meaning I've never been naked in front of him. I must have lingered too long in the river. Damn it! If I hadn't been daydreaming about Jensen's fine body I would have already phased back to my wolf form and been on my way.

"What are you doing here?" I asked with a scowl on my face.

He cocked his head to one side to study me I supposed, then he phased into his human form. He apparently had no problem being nude in front of me. Like all of our kind, he was tall and muscular. He was an attractive man, but there was a certain . . . ugliness about his features. I did not trust him.

"I was just taking a break from my patrol. I didn't know you would be here, Leah. Mind if I join you?"

"I was just leaving" I said curtly and I waited for him to at least turn his head so I could come out of the river. Instead, he just sat back on his haunches and grinned like an idiot. I had two choices: walk out of the river to phase or phase in the river. I debated my options while I stared Cain down. Finally, I decided that if I phased in the river Cain would most certainly think I was afraid of him. If there was one thing I've learned, it's to never show your vulnerability to a man. So, I gathered up my dignity and walked stiffly to the shore. As soon as my foot touched the shoreline, I phased and ran off. Behind me I could hear Cain chuckling.

I ran back to the Cullens' land. I didn't want to risk running into anyone else from Sam's pack. My encounter with Cain was very unsettling. I didn't like the look in his eyes when he was staring at me. I wasn't afraid of him, but I was wary of him. I would have to be more careful when I patrolled the La Push borders.

To banish the creepy feeling that Cain caused, I shook myself from head to toe. My patrol was almost over now, so I headed back to Jensen's cabin. A quick glance in the window showed that he wasn't there, so I headed up to the house. I could tell he wasn't there either. I figured he might have gone hunting, so I decided to phase back to my human form and get dressed. As I was getting dressed, I heard Jensen's voice. He was talking to someone. Even though I told myself I wouldn't spy on him, the urge was too hard to resist. I quickly followed the sound of his voice to a meadow. I could see that he was with Tanya. As I watched, I heard him telling her that she couldn't stay in his cabin anymore. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up into a smile. I wouldn't have to hunt Tanya down after all. Jensen was breaking the news to her. I almost did a little dance when I heard Tanya say she would be going back home tonight.

But then it happened. That bitch leaned in and kissed Jensen, and damn his black soul, he was kissing her back! I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself, and I reminded myself that he did tell her he wanted to be with me. When the kiss didn't end, I decided to take matters into my own hands, and walked into the clearing.