Chapter three: Hatred
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight
LEAH'S POV
I locked myself in my room, enraged. My room had changed since the first night of being a wolf. The numerous posters and pictures of me and my friends were gone, stripped from the now bare walls. The sheets on my bed had gone from glamorous gold ruffled ones to plain brown cotton. My wardrobe was no longer filled with the latest fashions, but with sturdy denim shorts and plain white T-Shirts. The reason I was so angry was because of what Jacob, my new Alpha, was doing. He was trying to protect vampires and a human. He kept thinking about Bella, going on about his love for her and hatred for her husband. Seth Sympathised, but I didn't: I no longer believed in love. I also hated Bella. She was a plain, almost ugly girl. Her hair and eyes were dull brown, her skin was pale, and she often blushed a strange, crimson colour. "Don't you DARE say that!" Jacob would tell me, if I ever mentioned how badly I thought of Bella. "She is beautiful and I love her." I would roll my eyes. The word love had no meaning to me other than broken promises and heartbreak. But deep down, I still felt love for Sam. It tortured me every time he kissed her scarred face, or ran his hands through her hair. It used to be my unblemished face he was kissing, my hair he was caressing. I missed that the most: My hair. People no longer thought of me as a girl, but as one of the boys. Some cruel people even started referring to me as "Him." I hated it. I hated Sam for imprinting on Emily, I hated Emily for meeting Sam, I hated the other wolves, I hated Jacob, I hated Bella, but most of all I hated myself. I hated what I had become: The least popular of the wolves, the most avoided, the unloved one. I threw myself on the bed and started to cry.
Author's note: Yet again I am sorry for such a short chapter but I am so busy right now. Don't worry! It gets less depressing.