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I sat in the icy snow, angry. What was I doing here? I wasn't going to imprint on snow. There was no one around for miles. I should have gone somewhere populated, like New York. Sure, I couldn't have been in wolf form, but at least I could have imprinted.
I remembered Jacob once telling us that he went into the park and stared at every girl, trying to imprint. He told me that it didn't work- you had to wait for your imprint to come along.
Well. I told myself. I'll just sit here and wait.
I bent my legs and settled down, waiting. I knew I was being stupid and that I would probably find my imprint someday if I went back to La Push, but I just couldn't. If I went there now- faced the others, faced Sam I would be a coward. I could possibly live here, in the wilderness, for a few years at least. Then my imprint would probably have come by La Push, and all would be well.
I hoped.
Small chunks of ice whipped around me, some landing in my fur. My fur was a little longer than before, and its slight length kept me warm as I sat in the snow. I gently placed a bag full of clothes and money (In case I was desperate and needed to become human) in the snow, and covered it with my paw. I was fine in the Ice- my body temperature was so warm that I did not feel cold. The ice that landed in my fur melted a few seconds after it hit. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard a sound as though someone was calling my name.
I ignored it.
In my days in Alaska, time lost all meaning. I hardly ever phased back, only about four times in the whole time I stayed there. The days blurred together with an endless routine of hunting, running around for some exercise and finding a new spot to sleep in. I grew used to Alaska's freezing cold, wondering how I ever lived in wet, humid La Push. It hardly ever rained here, just snowed.
I kept out of civilisation, occasionally venturing to a river to clean my wolf form. But there were so many other wolves here that if people saw me, they'd be pretty indifferent. I had grey-ish fur, a little like the other wolves, so it didn't matter. The other wolves there weren't a problem either: I was so big that they were intimidated, and kept away from me.
I was my own Alpha out here, free to do what I wanted. I went by my own wolf instincts mainly, and soon started to forget about the past. It was less painful this way, forgetting all about home. I built up a wall inside my head, pushing the painful memories behind it. I was no longer Leah Clearwater, unloved and ugly werewolf. I was now just a wolf, the largest thus most feared wolf in Alaska.
I told myself I was happy, but was I really, or was I just distracted?
Author's note: Sorry this is a pretty uneventful chapter, but the next one will be more interesting, I promise.