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The image of Jacob and Mariah replayed itself in my head as I rushed up the stairs, not wanting my tears to be noticed. They were…kissing. Rejection tugged through me as realization hit me. Lately its been doing that a lot. He didn't want to touch me because he had a…soul mate., but he doesn't mind feeling-it-up with Mariah. I don't get it. Am I really that ugly. Do men really not like me. I mean, I know I'm not perfect, but I never thought of myself as…ugly. The word burned through my mind as another round of tears leaked through my lashes. What was this man doing to me? He made me so….weak. I glanced at my clock, noticing the time.

2:34 pm

God, can this day get any worse. I just wanted it to end, I want to start a new day. A day were my sister had never seen Jake in my bed. A day where I hadn't suddenly burst into a wolf. A day were I could just be…Leah. A thought suddenly hit me as I realized it was Sunday. Like hell, was I going to school tomorrow. It'd actually be perfect. Parents gone at work, Mariah gone at school. I'd be able to talk to Jake about this whole…key thing. Fear washed through me as I remembered the women's words.

"You're the key, Leah Clearwater."

Her softy voice continued to linger in my ears, her words replaying themselves. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I believed it. Jake had his mind set on Mariah. He wouldn't believe me. He would deny anything involving my name and the key in the same sentence. He would pity me and my pain. Another though pondered in my minds walls as I realized something. Is that why I'm a wolf? Because there was a slight chance of me being the…key? Is that even possible. Apparently I am quickly learning that anything is possible at this point. Considering the face that a fictional character is sitting in my parents living room, as we speak smooching-it-up with my sister. Yup, anything's possible.

The tears continued to streak down my face as I remembered something else the beautiful women had said.

"I am the reason you are like this, but fate is the true reason. You do not belong here. Where you belong…you need to be like this."

I didn't belong here. The words cut through me like a knife. Then where did I belong? And what does being a wolf have anything too do with where I belong? This was all happening way to fast. I didn't know what to make of it. I've only know this man for two days and he's already stolen my heart, caused me to turn into a big furry wolf, and made my sister a bitch. Not that she was a bitch before, she's just a bigger bitch. A sudden knock on the door, pulled me from my thoughts as my eyes glared towards the door, knowing full well who was behind its hinges

"What do you want," I breathed harshly, knowing he could hear me clearly. I heard him breathe roughly as his fingers landed on the door, gliding down its wood. I heard the silk threads of his hair brush gently against his forehead as it gazed against the doors wood. I head his heart beat as it pulsed vigorously. He breathed a sigh of hot breathe as he tired turning the cold knob, noting that it was locked. I heard everything. I could practically breathe his woodsy scent as he leaned against the wooden door with a thump. I really got to get use to my new and improved senses, they're making me crazy.

"Can I please come in," his voice pleaded, I could practically feel his breath on my face and the heat radiating from his body. The tears were still glistening down my cheeks as he sighed against the door. Suddenly, as if she was right next to me, I heard Mariah's voice call to Jacob from the living room couch, her voice nagging.

"Jacob, where'd you go," her voice wailed loudly. I heard movement outside my door.

My heart throbbed as I heard him step away from the door. He was just going to give up on me, just like that. I mean, I know I'm stubborn, but sooner or later I would've let him in. All he has to do is fight for it. Fight for me…The tears came faster at this thought.

"Shit," I heard him breathe suddenly, his voice still close to my door as Mariah called again. My face brightened, realizing that he hadn't left just yet. Slowly I got off my bed, wiping the tears hurriedly from my face as I headed toward my bedroom door. I could practically feel Jacobs relief once he heard me. I unlocked the door with a click and peered out at him, not opening the door fully. His face held a pained expression as he kept glancing towards the stairs. I could heard Mariah's tussling as she got off the couch, her footsteps echoing in the beck of my ears. He looked toward me pleadingly again, almost begging.

"Please, let me in, Leah. I promise, I'll leave you alone. I- I just need to get in," he spoke breathlessly, his voice begging as he glanced down toward the stairs. Hurt weld up within me as I realized what he was doing. He was finally sick of my sister, so now he has to use me as an excuse to get away from her. Cleaver. With that thought I stared at him, listening as she began her way up the stairs.

"Not my problem," I answered acidly, about ready to shut the door. Suddenly his hand was on the doorknob, not giving me a chance to slam it shut. His face flared in anger as he staring into my eyes, noting my intentions. I stared up at him, the wolf within me growling. He yanked me out of the way roughly, making his way into the room and hurriedly locking the door behind him. Fuck no, he did not just do that.

My body began to tremble as I stared toward him, hatred blaring between us.

"Get the fuck out of my room," I growled at him, stepping closer. He noticed my step and stepped closer as well, his eyes flaring.

"No," he stated boldly staring into me.

The anger within my flamed to life. I staring into him with pure hatred.

"Last chance, get out," my voice spoke in a whispering echo, trying with all my control not to burst…literally.

"No," he spoke boldly.

That same flame within me spread and within seconds, my skin exploded as the fire burned through me. I felt my bones morph into place as the blood that pulsed through me boiled. Looking down at myself again, I saw the same large paws, my silky hair ruffled as I to slow steps towards a shocked Jacob. He stared down at me in complete shock, but his shock was quickly replaced by anger as a deep, gurgling growl escaped my lips. My teeth flared towards him as my hazel eyes grew dark with anger. He growled as I continued to bare my teeth. Suddenly a hot radiant of heat surrounded him as I watched him explode with rage. I could literally feel his bone's sliding into place as his silk threads of hair escaped his heated skin. I continued to growl, not letting down my guard as Jacob's wolf self growled back, his eyes darkening.

Thrum-bum, thump-bum, thrum-bum . That noise. So different from Jacob's rapidly beating heart. Suddenly, both Jacob and I went silent, our ears perked at the sound. I turned my head toward my bedroom door as I listened to my sisters breathy giggles. A slow steady heartbeat and a soft rhythmic breath. I could literally taste Mariah's perfume as her fingers wobbled the doorknob to my bedroom. She had been listening.

I turned back to Jacob with wide eyes. He glanced back at me, our anger dissolving. I looked down at my room floor noticing our shredded clothes. Damn it, I liked that outfit.

"Leah," I heard Jacobs voice whisper faintly. I glanced at him, fear lacing through me as I noticed him still in his wolf-form. Okay, now I'm just going crazy.

"Your not going crazy. Trust me, it surprised me too when I first phased. Our minds are linked so we can communicate in times of danger. Didn't your sister ever tell you that part of the story," his voice said again as he stared toward me, his snout unmoving.

"Nope," I voiced back, not liking how we could read the others thoughts. Well if he can read my thoughts then he would know everything-I forced my self to think of everything and anything other then today's events, not wanting him to know my feelings. I could feel my heart pick up its pace as fear laced through me. He can not know anything. Mariah still sat outside my bedroom door, her breathing suddenly very heavy. I perked my ears up again, hearing the slow pace of her heart.

"Is she…sleeping," I voiced to Jacob in confusion, glancing toward my door.

"Sounds like it. So, um, why are you a wolf," his thoughts questioned me hesitantly. Without being able to stop myself, the events from earlier today came flooding back to me. From when I first phased, too when I meet the blonde women at her cabin, too the kiss I had seen both Mariah and Jake share, too the streak of pain that laced through me as the tears welded up in my eyes. Damn it. I hate myself for loosing of control over my thoughts. He saw everything through my eyes. He glanced up at me as my memories began to fade, leaving behind nothing but the shadow of a thought. Suddenly his thoughts began scrolling as he pondered to himself in thought, as if completely forgetting I was there.

"Leah is my key? How is that possible? What about Mariah? Where does she fit in? Or does she at all? I really hope so, she's kind of cute. In a weird I'm-a-fan-of-yours way. Wait, Mariah's a bitch. I shouldn't be thinking of her like that. But Leah? Why Leah, out of all people," his thoughts ranted, still forgetting that I was there. A streak of pain flashed through me at his words as he continued.

"If Leah really is the key then that means I have to take her with me. Is that why she's a wolf? And what was up with that kiss. Man, Mariah really knows how to time things well. Shit, I didn't think I was going to hurt her," his voice still ranted. I felt embarrassment flared through me. He had felt my pain. Damn it, I hate this whole mind-link thing.

Jacob glanced at me hearing my thought, then realized that I had heard everything he had said. He glanced up at me in pity, the same pity I knew he was going to give.

"Fuck this," I breathed to myself in my thoughts, knowing he could hear me. He eyes glazed in confusion at my words as I slowly walked into my closet, stepping over his blanket and headed over to my dresser. I phased back slowly, feeling my bones glide back into place as the fur evaporated in my copper-toned skin. Jacob peeked his wolf-head through, not sure what I was doing. Thank-God this closet was dark. Then again, I'm sure he would still see a clear outline of my naked figure. I pretended not to notice as I pulled a yellow summer dress off it's hanger and slid it on quickly, feeling Jake's eyes still boring into my skin. I turned to him laughing to myself at his wide-eyes.

"Like what you see," I breathed heading toward my bed, he didn't answer obviously but I didn't turn to look at his reaction, not wanting to feel the rejection I just had moments ago. I glanced at my clock as I laid on my white bed, my long legs hanging off the side.

3:23 pm

This day is going way too slow. Scooting myself up more on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling, memories of today haunting my insides. I trembled, feeling disgusted with myself. I am a wolf. I'm in love with a man from a book. He has a soul mate and he thinks my sisters cute. Waves of pain continued to flare through me as I bashed myself. I trusted him. I trusted my heart. Yet, here I am laying a pool of regret and pain. I'm an idiot.

Completely forgetting Jacob's presence, a soft tear trickled down my cheek as I continued to stare up at the ceiling. I have never cried so much in my life. Why was today so different. Oh yeah, that's right. Jacob.

I suddenly felt a large paw land on my hand as a large amount of weight pulled at the right side of my bed. I glanced at him, his eyes boring into mine, noticing my tears. I turned away from him quickly, not wanting to see anymore then he already has. I stared up at the ceiling, my clear vision blurred. His paw remained resting on my hand, lightly rubbing each finger. Then, without warning, he got up, standing tall upon my white bed. I glanced up at him in confusion, not sure what he was doing. He was looking down at me, his eyes flaring slightly with an unknown emotion. Slowly he climbed on top of me, his front paws laying on the pillow, pinning me down. He rested his lower body on mine, our position much like the one we were in yesterday. Yesterday. The word rang out in my mind as I turned my head slightly, not wanting to look in his eyes. My tears were still clear and my body was frozen, unable to move from under him.

He stared down at me, getting frustrated with the fact that I wasn't looking at him. Without warning, he took one of his paws and gently pushed my face up towards his so I was staring at him, locking me in that position. Normally, I would fight, let the wolf within me take control and rip him apart. But my heart was tired. Tired of being sad. Tired of being angry. Tired of being rejected. Tired of fighting. Tired from it all, so I laid there, staring back at him with pure vulnerability. He just stared, blinking every so often as he thought quietly to himself. I sighed, a sudden wave of exhaustion traveling through me as I relaxed into Jake's paw, my eyes drooping slightly as the last remaining tear fell from my lashes. I felt Jack watch me as my tear fell into his furry paw, his eyes burning their way through my skin. I closed my eyes, feeling Jake relax from above me as he rested his snout against the nook in my neck. I let myself slip into a dream-like haze with Jack warm wolf-body laying on top of me.

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