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Shattering

Chapter 5

Gray paws hit the earth beneath her, the green cover of the forest surrounding her. Dean's face stuck in her head, his fearful and somewhat angered expression. She was going to kill Rachel, the bitch. The female werewolf was miles away from her house, away from her imprint who had stormed back into the house after she had left. She cursed and let out a small growl as she felt someone else phase.

'Leah…' Her brother's voice filled her head.

'Go away Seth.'

'Leah…come home. Please?' He all but begged.

Leah responded with silence. She heard a sigh from her brother before she felt another shimmer, signaling that someone else had also phased.

'Leah.' It was Jacob.

Silence.

'Leah come home. Now.' It was an order.

Her paws skidded in the forest dirt as she came to an abrupt halt. She beat her head against the ground a few times, trying to fight the Alpha command.

Oh sure, he was aloud to run off to Canada when the leech lover chose Edward-O over him, but she wasn't allowed to just run around the area for awhile when her imprint was terrified of her.

'Shut up Beta, and get your furry grey ass back here.'

Leah growled louder this time, but took off running toward her home. She noticed her brother and Jacob had both phased back, giving her time alone to think. As she ran, she wondered how Dean would react to her when he saw her again. Would he be afraid? Or mad? She could only hope that he wouldn't react too horrible as the fear of rejection ate at the inside of her stomach. She felt as if she could puke. She didn't know what she would do if he left her. She had gotten so used to having him around that it would break her if she had to be apart from the blonde receiver.

She reached the woods at the edge of the Black property too soon for her liking. She phased, her muzzle shrinking into a human nose and mouth, and the furry gray hairs sinking in until her body was covered in only russet colored skin again. She cursed, just remembering that her clothes had ripped when she had spontaneously phased. Sighing heavily, she leant against a tree, looking toward one of the windows in the house where a dim light was illuminating from. She saw the faint outline of a tall figure that she immediately knew was her imprint. Sighing again, she looked away from the window. Her eyes caught the sight of a bundle of clothes on the forest floor, a few feet ahead of her. She silently thanked either her brother or Jacob for leaving them there for her. She quickly grabbed the clothes and dressed into the black wife beater and gray sweatpants.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked into the house, the sound of the football game still coming from the living room. She walked towards it, feeling herself shaking again. Everyone was still watching the game, except for Dean. Alicia nodded up, as if to say upstairs, and mouthed a 'good luck' with an encouraging smile. Leah tried to smile back, but it came out as some weird grimace. As she walked by Paul and Rachel, she felt their eyes on her. Her shaking increased. She heard a faint snicker come from Rachel and growled, snapping her head to look at the couple.

"Paul, if your bitch ever is in my line of sight again, I'll make sure she'll never see you or anything else again." Leah said darkly, ignoring the growl and gasp that came from the two. Sure, it was a little harsh; threatening to scratch the eyes out of his imprint, but Leah was in no mood at the moment.

Slowly climbing the stairs, Leah felt the fear building up inside her. She reached Jacob's room where she knew Dean was, taking a deep breath before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Dean sat on the bed, his head in his hands. He looked up and his eyes narrowed in on her. Leah bit her lip, walking cautiously toward the bed. He stood quickly, causing her to stop her motion. She looked down at her shaking hands, her eyebrows crinkled in confliction.

"When were you planning on telling me?" Dean's voice spoke, making her head snap up.

"Dean—"

"And why didn't you tell me in the first place?"

"Please, Dean—"

"What are you?"

Leah sighed, frustrated on not being able to get a word in without him interrupting her.

"A werewolf." She choked out. "Or shape shifter, whatever."

Dean pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"And I didn't tell you because I wanted you to get to know the real me before you judged the supernatural me." Leah looked up at him pleadingly, her eyes full of longing.

"Clearwater, you know I'd never judge you for something like that. I'm hurt that you'd think of me like that." Dean shook his head, his mouth turning down into a frown.

Leah took a step forward, her hand out, wanting to comfort him in some way. She wanted to assure him that she was really just scared of rejection. Dean took a step away from her, and Leah dropped her hand, flinching at his reaction.

"I need some time to think, Leah." he said and walked out of the room before she could say anything else. The door was left wide open. Leah stared at the wall ahead of her, her face contorted in pain. He had left her, and she didn't know when she would see him again. The thought made her sink down onto the bed, though her eyes stayed on the wall.

At some point, Jacob joined her on the bed. He examined her, not sure what to do with his Beta and, though he'd never admit it, best friend. Eventually, he put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.

Leah felt like crying. She hadn't cried in a long time, though, and refused to do it now. Especially because of a boy. A boy who just happened to be the love of her life…

It had been a two weeks. Two long excruciating weeks since Leah had seen Dean. For the most part, she'd been numb the whole time. She'd sleep 'til noon, get up and eat breakfast, do her patrol (all the while with no thoughts, just a thin buzzing noise) and then would go back to sleep. It scared the boys, not used to seeing the female werewolf like this. She barely talked, and only to her brother or Jacob.

Jacob was furious at Rachel. He was so furious that after leaving his room the night Dean had left he went into a screaming rage at her. Rachel looked horrified, and Paul came to her defense. Seth had to hold Jacob back, but unkindly reminded the two of Leah's threat. The two fled after that.

Seth was mad, also, but was more afraid for his sister and what would come to her if Dean fully rejected her.

Leah sometimes would expect Dean to come through her window at night. She missed him, and he still didn't want to see her. She'd waited for a call from him, or a message from Alicia, but it never came.

Today was different, though. Leah had woken up and decided that she was too good for this crap. She was Leah-Fucking-Clearwater damn it and she wasn't going to let a boy get the best of her! So, she decided she was going to do something about it. She dressed quickly, a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt, and ran down the stairs. She kissed her mother's cheek, and waved at a gaping Seth before hopping in her mom's car and taking off toward Seattle.

Her mind wandered as she drove. She wasn't sure what was going to happen once she reached her destination, but she sure was going to try to fix the damage that was done two weeks prior to that day.

She finally reached the place she had been thinking about and got out of the car. She quickly walked into the Walker's bar, her face set into a determined expression. Once in the bar, she looked around. Her face fell as she saw that a certain blonde was no where in sight. Sighing, she strode toward to the bar and took a seat. The bartender greeted her and Leah ordered a shot of tequila. The strongest kind they had.

Someone sat on the barstool next to her just as she took her second shot. She looked over and saw Jake Locker, Alicia's best friend and teammate to Dean. He sent a grin her way, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Clearwater, right?" the football player asked.

"Leah."

"Leah it is." He smiled, a real smile, not the cocky one she had seen when she had met him before. "What's a pretty girl doing here all by herself?" he asked, and if someone didn't know the two, they'd think that he was hitting on her. Leah heard real concern though and shrugged.

"Got nothing better to do."

Jake glanced her over and sighed. "Look, I know that something went on between you and Walker. He was dancing in the locker room and was even playing better after that date you two went on." Leah had to smile at this. "But now," he continued, "he isn't catching the balls, his running is off, and he won't talk to anyone about it. Licia's even tried to get something outa him, and he still won't spill."

Leah cringed, the fact that he was in pain hurting her.

"Leah, I don't really want to know what happened, but I need you to fix it. He's killing the whole team here." Locker looked at her seriously, and Leah sighed.

"Believe me, I'm trying." Leah replied, biting her lip.

Locker patted her on the back, before standing, "You were good for him, Beautiful. It'll work out in the end."

Leah managed to give him a smile before he walked out of the bar. She was shocked by the way the quarterback had talked to her. From their previous meetings, he'd been nothing but a jackass. She guessed he really did care about his teammates.

Standing, Leah decided to go to Dean's house. She only hoped that he was there, and would listen to what she had to say.

She parked her mother's car in front of his house, before getting out and marching to the front door. Balling her hands into fists, she pounded on the door. A moment later it opened, and Leah's face dropped. Standing there was a beautiful blonde hair, blue eyed girl. Leah's eyes narrowed in confusion. Who the hell was she?

Leah glanced down at the girl's wardrobe and almost let out a fierce growl. She was wearing, what Leah recognized as one of Dean's old football jerseys, one she'd worn herself during one of her stays there. Leah was about to say something, but the sound of her imprint's voice made her snap her mouth shut.

"Who is it, Mia?" Dean appeared in the door way and his eyes widened. "Leah?"

Leah flickered her eyes up so they met his before giving a small fake smile. "Sorry uh, I was just uh, leaving."

She turned around, ignoring as he called her name. She got in her car and sped away, toward La Push.

He was with another woman. Her name was Mia. And she was wearing his shirt.

Leah desperately tried to stop the burning that came in the back of her eyes. It didn't work. Her vision was suddenly clouded and she was forced to pull the car over to the side of the road. Tears slid down her cheeks, startling her. She wiped them up quickly, even though no one could see her.

She hadn't cried since her dad had died, and there she was, her eyes red and puffy, and her cheeks wet.

The love of her life was with someone else, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. This time though, was worse, because this time, she could actually hear her heart shattering. A sob escaped her throat and she just knew that this time she wouldn't live through the heartbreak.

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