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When Emily left it did not take me long to finish getting ready for my date. I was still trying to remain happy and excited, but my stupid cousin had ruined part of my happiness. It was what she did best after all. Sometimes I think that is the only reason she was born just so she could fuck up things in my life just when they were starting to go good. I couldn't let her ruin this night for me; I wouldn't let her ruin it. So with a small sigh as I checked myself out in the mirror one last time I smiled and headed outside to where my motorcycle was parked.

It wasn't a very long drive to my girlfriends place. That was a good thing about Angela. She lived right near the La Push boarder line so I didn't have to spend an ass load of money I don't have on gas commuting back and forth. Granted my bike didn't eat up gas like a wolf ate up a rabbit so that was a plus and the fact that my motorcycle added to my cool factor didn't hurt either. Everyone knows that a real rebel has to be badass and what is more badass than my two wheeled death machine as my brother would call it. I think Angela was attracted to the fact I was a bit of a bad girl even though I knew she would never admit to it.

It's ironic that someone like me would end up with the preacher's daughter. Fate must have been laughing their ass off when they came up with that brilliant idea. Then again, nothing in my life happened the way people thought it was and so I probably should have seen this twist coming all along. I don't have a problem with the fact I ended up with a woman. It actually made a lot of sense if you sat down and thought about it. Everyone always wondered why I had turned in to a shifter and my theory was no longer because something was wrong with me, but rather because I was destined to end up with Angela and everyone knows that a Quilette protects the one they love even if it means death and so fate needed to make me strong enough to face any challenges which may emerge and therefore I became the only female shifter in history.

Once I arrived at the Webber home I turned off my bike and removed my helmet. Usually I wouldn't bother with one since I had the ability to heal almost instantly, but Angela was always so worried I would be in some sort of accident and when she cried one time I knew the helmet would be sticking around. I didn't do well with tears and when they came from someone as sweet as Ange I would do almost anything to keep them at bay. If I had to wear a goofy looking helmet complete with chin straps then I would just to keep her happy. I had turned in to one of those hopeless romantic losers I hated oh so much, but there was nothing I could do about it anyways. It was better to be a hopeless romantic than a bitch or well that is what I've been told over and over and over again.

As I approached the front door I began to feel off. It was almost as if I had a six sense that was trying to warn me something was wrong. I tried to shake it off as nothing even though in the back of my mind I knew that whenever I had this feeling in the past something major had went down shortly after. The last time I had this feeling this intensely was right before Charlie Swan came over to tell us about my father's heart attack. I'd also felt this way the day Emily came to visit me in La Push and Sam imprinted on her. I wasn't sure what was wrong, but whatever it was I knew that it could not be good; it was never a good thing.

I knocked on the door once running my free hand in my hair to be sure that it wasn't sticking up in all directions. Helmet hair was not attractive and I knew this from experience. When the door opened I was greeted by Angela and yet she lacked the usual smile and spark in her eyes that she had whenever I saw her. My stomach dropped to my feet. If my girl wasn't smiling then something was seriously wrong considering Angela always had a case of 'happiness overdose' as I chose to call her enthusiastic and bubbly nature.

"Leah maybe tonight is not the best night to go out." She stated as her shoulders dropped slightly. "It appears that your ex had some 'concerns' about our relationship he feels my parents need to hear. Of course you know mom and dad adore you, but he showed up uninvited and you know how my mother can be. She can't turn anyone away because she is just too nice."

"That rat bastard douche showed up here?" I questioned clenching my teeth together tightly. "I knew something was going down when Emily showed up at my place early. I should have known that she was just a distraction so Sam could come here. I'm not going anywhere Angela. I am going to put an end to this shit tonight once and for all. I'm sick and tired of this game, but if he wants to play then we will play."

I wrapped my arm around her waist as we headed inside. I could tell that Angela was unsure about all of this, but she did not say anything because she trusted me. If Sam wanted to get in the middle of my relationship he would have one hell of a fight. He had brought this down on himself and I was going to make sure that he ended up regretting it.

TBC…

AN: I wasn't even sure if I was going to continue this story since I started it a while ago, but I figured I would. The next chapter is the Sam chapter. I would have made it this chapter, but I wanted to get the hang of writing this story again. Let me know what you all thought.

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