So, here's something that I thought would lead to something very interesting aka a certain someone discovering some interesting abilities.
In this chapter, we get to see some dirty little secrets revealed, well mainly dirty big secret.
Oh and like I've said before, this story isn't outlined at all and I have nearly no clue in what direction its heading. If you have any suggestions or something or think the pace is too slow, too rushed or even just right, let me know. If you think its too disjointed, please let me know, I want to write this as well I can. I like getting feedback so please don't be afraid to review or message me. A special thanks to all who have actually PMed and reviewed, it helps with the inspiration and such! :D And you can also find me on tumblr. I have my questions open for anons.

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Added Note: the italics during the present part of the story either mean he is talking or it's Leah's thought or just meant to add emphasis.

Chapter 7

"Sweetheart, wake up."

"Five more minutes, I promise I'll make it for class this time," I murmured in reply. My eyes felt heavy and my entire body was sore, a very foreign feeling after being a wolf for so long.

Wait a minute, I thought suddenly. I'm a wolf… that means…

"Dad?" I called out slowly, cautiously.

"Wake up," he cooed softly. "Open your eyes, little Kwoli."

I hadn't imagined my dad's voice since I joined Jake's pack and he never called me that before.

"Dad, don't go again," I whispered as I opened my eyes. The sight before me made my heart hurt, breath catch and eyes water. "Dad?"

"It's me, Lee," he answered. There was bright light surrounding the man that stood beside me. He had shoulder length, dark hair that was highlighted by streaks of grey and white. The crow's feet and laugh lines that decorated his face were the exact same I remembered from Sunday mornings at the breakfast table. The soft brown eyes that peered at me were lit up with mischief, like the time he surprised Mom on the Fourth of July with a picnic on a floating dock on Lake Crescent. His smile was playful and boyish, reminding me instantly of my brother.

The light that surrounded him dimmed so that it wasn't physically painful to see him, just emotionally.

"Daddy, you look so… real," I said, trying to blink back my tears. His smile then turned sad, aging him in a way only sadness could accomplish.

"I'm real." His voice had a strange, rumbling quality to it that sounded like gentle thunder.

"But you're…"

"Dead," he stated simply. The word rang loudly in my mind, causing my body to jolt and heart to hammer angrily in my chest. That was when I noticed the white sheets that I was tucked into.

"Am I dead too? Fuck, what about… about her?" I couldn't muster the strength to actually say her name out loud, it could jinx something that hopefully hadn't actually happened.

"Language, young lady," he chastised in perfect dad fashion. "And to answer your question, you're not dead and neither is she."

"Then I hit my head and I'm hallucinating." Nothing was making any sense.

"My little Kwoli, still looking for the rational solution, I see," he chuckled. "You're not entirely wrong but you're not entirely right."

I shifted in the bed, sitting up and leaning on a pillow as I looked around the room I was in. The walls were a soft shade of yellow which went nicely with the light green couches and chairs in different areas of the room. There was a huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite to me. It smelled like vanilla and orange blossoms, so that definitely meant that I wasn't in a hospital, contrary to what the heart monitor and super white bed sheets indicated. The air also held the distinct scent of the Cullen clan and my pack, so I knew I was near people I trusted... but what about her?

"What's going on, dad? Why can I suddenly hear you again? You stopped talking when I joined Black. Why the fuck can I see you now?"

"Leah Ayita Clearwater, your mother and I taught you to respect your elders and even with my current status, I demand such respect," he boomed. I cringed; his voice was undeniably like thunder, especially when he was upset or whatever.

"I'm sorry, dad," I apologized halfheartedly. "I just need to know about her… she's my… she's," I couldn't get myself to say it.

"She's your imprint, I know." His voice was soft again and I felt my heart slow to its normal pace. He reached forward slowly, stopping short a few inches from actually touching me; sadness flashed like lightning across his features. "You've grown so much, Lee, grown into such a strong young woman. I'm very proud of who you are and who Seth is too." I sat silently, afraid to move or say anything in fear that he'd leave again. "I'm sorry I haven't been much help in your life, but I… I couldn't interfere once you went with your brother and Jacob; there are rules."

"Wait, what?"

"It's nothing for you to worry about… for now. There's a reason I'm here, Leah, you're not hallucinating, you're halfway dreaming but this is an actual experience." I blinked slowly at him, still completely lost, which he picked up on real quick. "Do you remember the story of the Third Wife?"

I felt a scowl immediately take over the blank look on my face. It enraged me to no end that even after such a sacrifice the woman was left unnamed. Some levity returned to his eyes as he nodded slowly.

"I'll take that as a definite yes." He pulled back his aged hand then, turning around to pull a chair next to my bedside and sit. "Would you mind reminding this old man of it?"

I rolled my eyes but nodded. "Taha Aki, the Third Wife's husband, was the last wolf to remain once the Cold Woman killed who was left of his son's pack. He was a great warrior, but had been out of practice for many years and was pretty old. He was losing and the Third Wife couldn't bear losing her husband and tribe so she did what she had to. She took the knife of one of her sons and stabbed herself in her heart, spilling her life blood in order to distract the Cold Woman. It worked better than she hoped, with the last breaths of her life she saw her youngest sons phase and destroy the Cold Woman. Once the vampire was taken care of, Taha Aki spent days next to his… imprint's body then left to never be seen again."

"Correct. She was the first known imprint in all of Quileute history but so little was known about her. I knew her story was your favorite and you spent so much of your childhood and teenage life trying to find more stories of the women of our tribe but never really found much." He put his elbows on his knees then rested his chin on his hands, watching me as he spoke. "Dying… it opens your eyes to the past and to some of the future. Our ancestors, I've seen some of them."

My eyes widened and heart skipped a beat. "Dad, what's her name? Did you… did you get to meet her?" Holy shit that is incredible!

"I met her and Taha Aki, but she doesn't remember her real name."

"What the… buck?"

"You see, death, it's fluid, like a step up from normal living. When I died, you needed me so I stayed, I remembered. I couldn't show myself because w- of reasons. But I tried to reassure you that my death, it wasn't your fault, do you remember that?"

I nodded once, recalling that memory as if happened only yesterday…

…

"Leah… Leah, wake up," a voice prompted softly.

I rolled over, feeling grass tickle my face and moisture touch my bare skin. Panic filled my chest as my eyes shot open and I covered my breasts as best I could with one arm and my lower half with the other.

"Where the fuck am I?" I growled aloud. My head was pounding and my body felt as if I went through some crazy ass work out.

"There are some clothes behind the tree with the claw marks," said the same, familiar voice that roused me from my sleep. A shiver ran down my naked spine.

"Daddy?" I implored. I scanned the area around me and didn't see him, but his voice, it sounded so close and… real.

"Ayásochid?" my dad's voice asked gently.

"Daddy, I saw you die… you're not here… I killed you… I'm going insane!" I screamed and dropped to the ground. My knees hit the forest floor painfully but the sting only lasted a breath of time. "I killed you, I killed you, I killed you." My sobs wracked my body, as I repeated my crime to his voice.

"My Little Pitichu, quo pat." His soft voice swirled around me like the wind, filling me with memories of all the times my dad comforted me. "What happened was destined; it was my time to go and your time to grow. I know you aren't cold right now but you should go put your clothes on in case any of the boys are near."

"Dad, am I really a wolf?" I couldn't get myself to talk any louder as I made my way behind the tree he had described and sure enough, there were three piles of clothes, one of shirts, one of shorts and the other of socks. I dressed slowly, pulling on a sock at a time, stiffly slipping into the shorts, rigidly tugging my head through the shirt.

"You are," came the gentle reply. A sudden weight settled in my heart as I nodded. I really killed him, my mind whispered.

A breeze passed through the trees, rustling the leaves, stirring up the soft sounds of the animals around me. The wind twirled around me, filling the air that surrounded me with the scent of my dad's favorite cologne and worn leather. Silent tears fell from my eyes as I began to walk through the woods, following the sound of my dead father's reassurances…

…

"From that day forward, I spoke to you when you really needed it and no one heard me. During the moments I wasn't with you, I was learning, watching and figuring out more ways to help your journey like a father should. Sweetheart, what do you know about your imprint?"

His question seemed weird to me and completely unrelated to the story of The Third Wife, but I tried not to let it show as I answered him. "Olivia Nyssa Bellamy lives with her mom, half-sister and step dad —who is away in Afghanistan— and her dad lives in another town with her half-brother. She has a stupid turd boyfriend and some annoying friends. Her eyes seem to change color with her mood. I'm pretty sure her favorite color is green and she loves steak, a lot. When she's really nervous, she bites her lip a little before…" I let my voice trailed off when I noticed my dad was staring at me so intensely. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Do you know what her name stands for?" he asked seriously.

"Olivia means peace, Nyssa means fairy and Bellamy means something like handsome according to the internet," I replied, blushing. I couldn't help but see what my girl's name stood for and if it actually went with her, which it did.

"Olivia is derived from Olive, which stands for peace, yes. Nyssa is Scandinavian for little fairy, yes. And while Bellamy is Old French for handsome friend, that wasn't the intent of her last name. Her last name is loosely based on the Latin word bellum which means…"

"War." He nodded slowly, his eyes trained on me like a hawk. "Peace, fairy and war, what does that matter, dad, they're just names?"

"Growing up, what did we read?"

"A bunch of stuff." He nodded again and made a 'go on' motion with his hand. "We read everything from Shakespeare to Jane Austen to Homer. Some of our favorites were The Odyssey and Dante's Inferno."

"In all of the Greek literature we read, what was something they said about names? What did Odysseus say to Polyphemus?"

"Names are powerful. He used a name, the name Nobody, to trick the Cyclops and get away; but what about Shakespeare?"

"Lee, Juliet was a young, naïve girl. That's who I'm assuming you're referring to when you say Shakespeare, am I right?" I offered up a sheepish smile. "She said she would 'refuse' her name, but in the end, she died because she couldn't."

"Dad, I'm so confused, why did this turn into lit class?" He shook his head and sighed.

"There's so much I want to tell you, but I can't and right now I can't even tell you why I can't. What I can tell you is a little about a missing wolf gene carrier, now that I hinted something about your imprint. An unknown descendant lives, branching from the Black family." I was pretty sure my eyes temporarily popped out of my head when he said that, the missing wolf not about my girl. I'd save finding out more about her for later when I wasn't talking to my dead father or finding out about a possible new packmate.

"Whoa, there's another person kinda like Embry? Wait, dad, who's his dad?" I couldn't keep the excited edge from my voice, all the wolves wanted to know. Turns out that was the wrong question. His eyes got hard and the corners of his lips straightened into a thin line.

"His father will come forward soon enough. Leah, we aren't talking about Embry right now; we're talking about our tribe and a possible new addition to your pack." His voice was stern, like the time he caught me sneaking into my room smelling like vodka.

"Okay," was all I said. He nodded.

"In the early 1910's, the Spanish Influenza hit, taking a great toll on people's lives; very few that were struck by the sickness survived. A boy, around the age of 17, became ill. His mother, Isabel, was fortunate enough to be spared of the illness in order to tend to him. The boy, Alexander Jaime, grew strong enough to travel with his mother toward the west. They-"

"What happened to his dad?" I interrupted. His brows pinched together as he tilted his head to the side, as is he was listening for something.

"His father was never part of his life; his only family was his mother and him." My thoughts went back to Embry and sympathy filled my heart. "Either way, his father, Edward, was one of the first to fall ill and pass on. Now back to the story, they traveled until they reached a body of water, the beach of La Push. Ephraim was the chief during that time. While the rest of the tribe was weary of accepting them onto the land, Ephraim chose to accept them and help them along with his wife, Martha and twin sisters, Susanah and Deborah.
"After a few weeks, Ephraim considered Alexander as son he never had, growing close very quickly. At that time, Ephraim hadn't phased yet and wasn't a father. He wasn't the only one to grow close to the boy; his sisters' affections grew to the point of puppy love. Alexander wasn't entirely bright when it came to social interactions so he confused the two often. Ephraim didn't discourage their interactions but only because he didn't know the extent of their feelings. Once Martha became pregnant with William Sr., the twins took that as their opportunity to duke it out for Alexander's love without their brother's meddling. Deborah was the victor, claiming his heart and out shining her sister, marrying him within a month; Susanah was not happy in the least. She orchestrated a plan in order to win Alexander back.
"A year since his arrival to our lands, which was a month since his marriage, his mother grew fatally ill, giving Susanah her opportunity. She doted on him, posing as Deborah while in actuality, Deborah was away at the Makah Rez. Alexander was completely oblivious, taking her affection as he would his wife's. On the night his mother passed, he had relations with her as his wife, not realizing his grievous mistake until his wife returned unannounced in the morning to find him in bed with her twin. Deborah was broken and demanded he leave, which he did.
"He settled in Seattle, lived a life of solitude without any communication with his Quileute family. Susanah sought him out after she discovered her pregnancy but he wanted nothing to do with her. She begged and pleaded, not daring to tell him about her condition until it was obvious she was in fact swollen with his child. Finally, she pulled the pregnancy card, forcing him to listen and when he did, he took full responsibility. Ephraim was outraged, but since he loved his sister, he allowed her to stay on the reservation so long as she gave both the child and Alexander up."

"He did what?! I know what she did was messed up and she deserved to be punished, but her kid?"

My dad nodded sadly, his dark eyes halfway there and halfway gone. "She agreed because she realized that she needed her family, her twin, more than she did her child or the man who she betrayed Deborah with. Deborah eventually calmed down and forgave her but she could not stand the sight or reminder of her worthless husband. Deborah was actually the one that demanded Susanah let go of her child."

"How didn't I know this, or the other guys? Does only the council know? How about Sam, does he know? That asshole, he knows, doesn't he? How could he… how could you keep that from me- I mean the pack?"

"Ephraim was chief and he cared for the privacy of interpersonal relations within his family and pack. He couldn't look weak to our people by having such atrocities within his own family. He hid Susanah away while she was with child and nobody questioned it because she was known to be impulsive and illusive. Everyone was also glad when Alexander was away because the majority did not accept him and still labeled him as an outsider; therefore, no one ever spoke of him.
"When Jamie was born, Alexander took him away after he swore to never return to Quileute lands. They travelled east and settled into a new life where Alexander eventually remarried and pushed away what was once his life. Jamie grew older without real knowledge of his origins; instead, his mind was filled with fabricated stories of his father. Because of the Quileute bloodline that touched Alexander, his descendants maintained a strong connection to the wolf gene but were blessed enough to not encounter the catalyst, vampires. Until now, that is."

I sat there in my bed, staring at my dad's dead serious face – no pun intended. I opened and closed my mouth, attempting and failing to come up with something to say. We had another possible pack brother walking around at risk of exploding any moment because…

"Until now? That means that he's in trouble!" I struggled to tear out of the stupid bed sheets that trapped me. Where the hell did the Cullens get such tough sheets?

"Calm down, Little Kwoli, Alexander's descendant was blessed with many, many gifts. If there's one wolf from the Black family that could survive anywhere, it's that spunky kid." He smiled at me, and I had to bite my tongue in order to keep from asking him what was up. He had the same look in his eye each time he had a surprise in store for me and each time I asked, he postponed showing me whatever it was.

"You and I both know I loathe surprises." His smile grew and I fought the temptation of smacking his arm like old times. I worried that if I tried to touch him, he'd disappear again and never come back. Even if he were a figment of my imagination due to experimental drugs Dr. C pumped into my veins, I loved seeing my dad again; it had been so long since I had a clear image of his face and voice.

"I know, and that's why Seth and I always loved to try and surprise you; now, time for you to fully regain your consciousness and speak to the others. They'll be skeptical but tell the Mind Reader 'Alan Marius' and he should believe you." He stood slowly, reminding me of the last years of his life, how he walked a little slower and grumbled a little louder. "I love you, Little Lee and I'll be watching over our family." That was when my dad leaned over and placed a small kiss on my forehead. Where he kissed me, a burst of tingling sparks exploded across my skin down to my eyes, blinding me…

"Leah?" someone prompted gently.

My eyes fluttered open and I was greeted by the concerned face of none other than my fearless fucked up alpha, Jacob Black.

"Tell me something, Black, did Doc pump some freaky new medicine into me or what?" I pressed the palms of my hands into my eyes, rubbing them until the spots of light disappeared.

Confusion settled in his eyes as he gazed at me. I rolled my eyes, wondering why he was there and not someone like Seth or Ness or even Alice. Actually, Alice or Seth would have been pretty good; Ness was still on my shit list.

"I'm not sure," he said dimly. He ran his hand through his close cropped hair then rubbed the back of his neck, both nervous habits of his.

"What happened?" I asked once I gathered my bearings again. I pushed thoughts of my dad to the side for the time being because what I needed to know was what happened to me and Olivia. "All I remember… are her eyes… and blood."

"We're not really sure what happened, Leah." He shifted his weight back and forth, from foot to foot. The awkwardness he exuded was stifling and filled the room. Jacob Black was definitely not behaving like a real alpha in that moment.

"Jake, why are you here?" I finally asked, not wanting to beat around the bush any longer. "Where's Seth?"

"Seth is with Edward and Alice." His eyes left my face to stare out the window and he took a step away from the bed. Something big was up, I could smell it.

"And where exactly are they?"

He backed up further, still unwilling to meet my gaze. I growled softly, tugging at the sheets that still held my legs captive. Seriously, why the hell did the vamps get such annoying sheets? They don't even use them.

"Leah, Carlisle said you should stay in bed."

"Where are they?" Finally –finally—I escaped and got out of the bed. I was buck ass naked except for a thin hospital gown that fit loosely on my body. "And where the fuck are my clothes?"

"Esme!" Jake boomed, running out of the room. What a fucking pussy, I snickered mentally. I heard the quick, light footsteps he took as he ran, apparently down some stairs and straight out the door. "Esme," he called out again.

"You've seen me in a lot less, Jacob!" I yelled out, running to the window and cupping my hands around my mouth. A sudden bout of dizziness over took me and I wobbled on my feet. "Where's Olivia?" Olivia was the only explanation to my wooziness and I had to find her.

"Carlisle is tending to her, Leah," Mama Cullen answered smoothly. I whirled around to find her standing a few feet behind me, worry coloring her golden eyes.

"Where… where are they, Esme?" I asked as calmly as I could manage. Mama Cullen had a greater effect on my temper than Moody Man did.

"They're at the hospital, and before you ask why they're there and not here, it's because there were too many people around that saw her bleed so we couldn't bring her here. Sweetheart, are you okay?" She took a slow, deliberate step forward, opening her arms to me. I collapsed into her embrace, clinging to her and feeling empty all of the sudden. It's the little things that finally and truly break us. Sobs tore out of my throat and I let my pieces fall before the vampire's eyes. She just held me wordlessly, rubbing small, perfect circles on my back and cooing gently.

"It's as if everything is either too good to be anything but a dream or too horrible to be anything but a nightmare. How am I supposed to deal with any of it? I'm going insane, completely out of my mind." I blubbered about the unfairness of being the only she wolf in history, about having to be trapped in a pack, about being trapped in the same unchanging body while my imprint would age, about imprinting on a girl, about coming to terms with being different in every which way, about seeing my dead father in what felt like the realest dream ever and above all, about dealing with the love of my life, my soul mate, possibly dying before I admitted my feelings.

Once my tears slowed and hiccups disappeared, she held me at arm's length; her fingers clasped my shoulders while her eyes locked with my own.

"That's a lot to deal with alone, Leah," she finally said. Her voice was like that of a seasoned mother, and in a way, that's exactly what she was.

"I know and I wasn't going to deal with it alone. I planned to rally us all in with our own version of a council meeting after I had a talk with Olivia. I wasn't exactly going to tell her anything about who and what we are but I wanted to let some, if not all, of my feelings be known – minus the imprint. What do I do now? I'm so confused. Nothing makes sense anymore and that's saying something. I live in a world where my eyes are open to so much but I can't think straight. My thoughts… they're so jumbled."

"Let's take it all one step at a time, okay? What do you want to deal with right now?" A knowing glint touched her eyes as she pulled her hands away from me.

"I want to see Olivia and make sure she's okay. I want to hold her and at least let her know that she has me. Esme, do you know who's gone to visit her? How long have I been out?"

"Carlisle said that only her mother, sister and cousin have gone to see her. You've been out cold for the past five hours. Her cousin is still with her now, I believe."

"Her dad and brother haven't stopped by?" I asked, shocked at the thought. From everything Olivia told me about the two, I knew that they were all pretty close; even her sister Ellie was close to them.

"No, but I believe that is because they weren't able to get a hold of them. I'm sure Olivia's mother will notify them as soon as possible though." She offered up a small smile before clapping her hands together and turning towards the door. "Let's go now; I'm driving."

That caused a small grin to pull at my lips. It was a well-known fact that her gentle nature was absolutely not reflected in her driving. She was nearly as reckless and fast as Edward, Alice and even me.

"You got it, Mama C."

I guess us wolves really did have an issue with rapidly changing moods, oh well. It made dealing with shit a lot easier… sometimes.

I tried to make that as flowy as I could but I'm not sure how well I did. Some of you might be a little confused and that's okay, message me or something if ya have any specific questions. What do you think of the long lost Black wolf? It should be pretty interesting to see how this wolf gets along with all mighty alpha Jake when time comes for them to really interact. Maybe they get along, maybe they wanna tear each other's jugulars out, who knows?

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Again, anyone that enjoys Glee (Santana) fics, I have one in the working, it might only be a one-shot, but I have an idea for a full on story if enough people like it. If I continue with that story, it would be a Brittana fic fosho. (I love me some Brittana and fem slash.)
The story has been posted, so if ya like my weird story telling mind, keep an eye out for it!
It's called, To serve and Protect

Hope everyone has had a great year so far! (: take care til next time!

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