A/N: So after I saw how many of you reviewed and messaged me asking me for more chapters, I felt it would be unfair to leave you all hanging and got straight to work!

I'm not sure how much longer this is going to be, I'm just going to wing it until I feel like it should end lol

So here's a new chapter! Enjoy (:

Part II: Harmless?


What I said that night, I meant it.

From that moment on, Sam was no longer a part of my life. But little did I know how wrong I was. Once I started running with the pack, the same voices I heard the first time I transformed, were worse. I could hear any insignificant thought any of the guys were thinking, and so could they listen to mines. I didn't mind what they would say at first. I was used to the certain level of stupidity they were known to show every now and then. But when I heard Sam think his first thoughts of Emily, I couldn't bear it.

It wasn't anything too exciting, but it was a thought for a reason. It was meant to be kept to yourself.

Emily and him were celebrating an anniversary that night, and she had told him she was going to surprise him when he had arrived home. Towards the end of our patrol, his mind started meandering off to Emily. His excitement radiated off to the rest of us, an excitement that I wasn't ready to receive. I didn't mention it nor did I tell him to stop. Instead, I thought back to an innocent memory of us.

Our freshman year in high school was nearing it's end, and it was our first year anniversary. He'd taken me to the woods, something I first thought completely impractical. But as we sat there, with the picnic he had himself cooked (poorly, might I add) I realized, that we didn't need anything else; just as long as we were together.

But then it happened. The eagerness Sam had once felt, was overtaken with remorse and guilt. And I could feel him rue. That's the moment I realized, that I had the power to make Sam as miserable as I was. And it felt, good.

The first few times were harmless, whenever he'd think of something with Emily, I'd relate it to a similar memory involving the two of us. His thoughts with Emily would instantly cease, and while he mourned, I lived – because for that moment, he was thinking of me.

The pack was admittedly growing tired of the mental battle between Sam and I, and although selfish, I wasn't thwarted. They acted colder towards me, Quil was the first to initiate more hostile thoughts, prompting a domino effect with Embry and then Jacob. Even Seth had confronted me more than once.

"Just lay off, Leah." He said disapprovingly at me. It hurt to hear my brother talk to me like that.

"This doesn't concern you Seth." I snapped in defense. My anger was harder to control with each passing day.

"Yes it does Leah! It does concern me, it concerns all of us! We all have to put up with your whining and –"

"Whining?" I lashed back at him, the cool winds from the LA Push beach lifted my short hair, tossing it around my face, "Seth, what he did to me…..You know what I went through….he deserves allof this!"

"Do I deserve it Leah?" his voice was serious, more serious than I had ever heard from him, "Does Jacob deserve it? Does Paul deserve it?" he said, placing a stronger emphasis on Paul.

I watched him hesitantly, "No. but it's the only way to get to Sam."

"Goddamit Leah, then you're just being selfish!"

"What if I am? Wasn't what Sam did to me selfish? You don't call leaving me for our cousin selfish? Did he ever to stop to think of what it would do to me?" I felt myself being reduced to tears as they prickled at my eyes.

Seth just shook his head, "Open your eyes, Leah. There's a whole other world out there. A world that doesn't involve Sam."

His words gave my stomach a sinking feeling, and although it hurt, I knew he was right. I'd promised myself I would get over him, but I guess it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.

"I'm going to Emily's," he said after realizing Leah was done talking, "the guys are there, and, well, you should go too."

Before I could answer him, he was gone. I was distracted, staring at the sea. Within a few minutes, I could practically feel the tenseness exit my body. It was comforting to know I could consistently rely on the beach. No matter the time of day, the season, or the year, it was always there. The waves were picking up, it was high tide. I felt the water pass over my bare feet and then wash away, taking a part of my worries away with it. I went over Seth's words again in my head. I didn't like being called selfish by my little brother. I would hear it from Jacob any day, but not from Seth.

"How are you feeling?"

I whipped my head around, annoyed that someone would intrude on my peace, when I saw Paul. He was standing a few inches behind me and I let my eyes linger on his figure longer than I would've liked. He had just come from patrolling, judging by his clothing, or lack thereof. I could never get used to seeing them that way, I still felt uncomfortable, with Paul especially.

A few weeks ago, after a long and tiresome day of patrolling, I'd forgotten to take an extra set of clothes to change into after I had transformed. Paul had also transformed nearby, keeping his distance just like the rest of the pack would always do when I changed. Apparently, he had mistaken my groan of frustration for me being attacked and instantly rushed to find me. Needless to say, it was embarrassing.

"Did you hear all of that?" I asked and looked back at the ocean, my eyes squinted as if I were focused on finding something far away.

"I didn't mean to, but yeah."

"He's right." I crossed my hands over my chest dejectedly, "You don't deserve it, neither of you do."

He paused before answering, "He was right about the selfish part too."

I looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to be so blatant. "What?" I snapped.

He didn't waiver, instead he came closer and stood beside me. "Your being selfish Leah. You think we all like to see," he paused, "all the good times you had with Sam."

The salty breeze calmed my hidden signs of rage. "That's the point Paul, it's supposed to make Sam upset." I was now questioning Paul's intentions.

"It's not…..it's not just Sam." He whispered so softly, I barely heard him.

My mind automatically travelled to my brother. "I don't think Seth minds.."

I looked up at him pensively, wishing that I could really know what he was thinking. Trying to find a way to get him upset enough to transform, so I could read his mind.

"You were happy with him. I mean, I knew you guys were, great together. I just, I don't know, I guess it's harder to see it now."

"Harder?"

"Yes, harder." He emphasized the word 'harder', " It's harder because it's coming from you. Because all you think about is him." He said, suddenly hot-tempered.

"That's not fair Paul-"

"Your right, it's not fair Leah. Because I hate that you don't let anyone else in, you don't give anyone else a chance."

My stomach flipped, and I found myself staring at him, although he avoided my gaze.

"What he did to you was wrong, I know it, we all know it. And thanks to you, we've gone through the breakup, just as much as you have."

I shook my head with an obvious expression of dismal on my face, "You're a jerk." I couldn't believe what he was saying. He was blaming me for putting a strain on the pack.

"Leah, can you just listen to me?" he said, grabbing my arm. And as soon as he did, I felt electricity on the spot. I jerked my hand away, it was probably just static.

"Why, so you can keep pointing out how much of a pain I am?"

He looked down at the spot where his hand touched my arm, "Your taking this all the wrong way."

I laughed bitterly. "Oh, so I'm stupid now? I'm always moping, and I don't things the right way. Thanks, Paul." I was now yelling, ready to storm off until..

"Your selfish because you don't realize how much it hurts me!" he shouted trying to make his voice prominent.

"You?" I hissed back at him, "What does this have to do with you Paul?"

He sunk his head into his shoulders, "Did you ever stop and think, that there might be someone in the pack that wants to make you forget about Sam. Someone that wants to fill your head with….new memories.."

A fierce wind gust made me lose my balance for a second, and considering how close Paul was, I knocked into the side of his arm. He threw his hands out to steady me, and I felt it again, thatelectricity. His dark brown eyes bore into mine, and with just one look, I knew what he was going to say.

"Leah," he said softly, keeping his hands solidly placed against the sides of my arms, "You're my imprint."

I blinked; once, twice, and several more times.

"You..y-you imprinted…..on m-me?"

His hands fell to his sides and his head sunk into his shoulders, "Look, you don't have to do anything about it. I just wanted to tell you already, it's been…..a while."

My heart was racing so fast, I didn't think it would ever slow down. "How long?"

"Since the first time I saw you, in your kitchen at your dad's funeral." He swung his arms to the top of his head. "You know how it works, all of this imprinting stuff, it happens the first time you see the person after the transformation."

I swallowed a lump in my throat. For a minute I thought he was lying because I see him around a lot, and we're friends. But after tracing back to the events of the pack's transformations, they had all been too sick in bed for me to see any of them. And my dad had forbid it, he wouldn't leave the house alone. My chest tightened at the thought of him. I missed my dad so much and his disappearance from our lives was evident in everyday activities around the house. I let my thoughts engulf me, completely forgetting Paul was right in front of me and after the silence I imposed, he spoke.

"I wanted to tell you before."

I looked up at him, "it's just….a lot to take in."

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to Emily's." he said, pulling his hands off his head to wave good-bye and walked across the sand and up to the woods - leaving me completely dumbfounded.

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