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She was lost and alone in this world, though she was surrounded by people. He's a loner, banished. Their paths cross and the unthinkable happens. (It's a double imprint story. You know you want to read it.)

Inspired by the lines from Josh Groban's Song, She Dances (hints the title) Mostly these three stanza's A waltz for the girl out of reach
She lifts her hands up to the sky
She moves with the music
The song is her lover
The melody's making her cry A waltz for the chance I should take
But how will I know where to start?
She's spinning between constellations and dreams
Her rhythm is my beating heart When I close my eyes I can see
The spotlights are bright on you and me
We've got the floor
And you're in my arms
How could I ask for more? As you can see it's kind of got a begining, middle and end thing going.

1. Dancing

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IMPORTANT: This could count as a companion piece to my chaptered fics Watermark and its sequel Ink Stain. You don't have to read either of these in order to get this story. All you have to know is, Jacob Imprinted on a girl named Samara who is a year younger then he is and Jacob is 25 and she is 24 in this story. Seth Imprinted on Samara's sister, Sally, who is five years younger then Seth. Sally is fifteen and Seth is twenty. That is all you need to know, so enjoy.


Leah watched her brother Seth play cards with the fifteen year old girl. The grin on his face almost brought one to hers. She liked seeing her brother so happy, though she would never admit it. When she got past the jealousy of him finding his soul mate, she joined the other women in planning his wedding. Mostly in their hearing, to tease them of course. When he looked up, her face reverted back into a scowl, but he didn't seem to notice or care.

She looked back down at the book she was reading and sighed. She was happy for them...but it still tore her something in her chest when she looked at them. Happiness like that, seemed like a myth. She had voiced this once to her mother who wisely said:

"You are a myth, sweetheart."

How that was supposed to make her feel better, she had no clue. Her mother wasn't one to say things to make you feel better though, a lot like her.

Leah sighed again and glanced at the clock. She had patrols with Jacob and Quil, two boys who's thoughts dwelled only on their two girls. She was not looking forward to it. Getting up she told Seth and Sally to be good and left.

Jacob and Seth were waiting for her at the edge of the woods. She moved further in and started stripping. The boys politely adverted their heads. She knew they did not think about her that way, none of the imprinted wolves did, but Jacob was the alpha and Quil was the beta, they had to set good examples for the other boys. She phased and momentarily felt the delicious pain of her tendons and bones reshaping before she took off into a run.

Slow down, Quil complained.

Leah ignored him. This was her favorite part of the werewolf thing. Feeling the wind in her hair and the power in her legs. It made her feel free, like no one could control her or break any part of her.

Jacob laughed at his friend's annoyance, speeding up so he and Leah ran neck and neck. He understood her, she knew, and as much as she did not want to admit it, she appreciated it. She had been horrible to him in recent days and, though she wasn't an angel, she regretted being so cruel to him.

He never mentioned it again and she did not bring it up.

Guys, Quil complained again.

Split up, Jacob laughed, directing them in their proper directions.

Leah took off towards the south, keeping her sense tuned for any disturbance. She didn't sense any until she reached the border. The scent was strange, not the sickly sweet smell of leech, but a famlier one. When she placed it she nearly sent panic through her bond with Jacob and Quil, but held back. It smelled like smoke and musk and...wet dog. Like her boys. Like the rest of the pack. She stopped running and walked as silently as she could. He was not yet aware of her, but she knew he must be smelling the other pack and he would be confused.

A growl made her stop and before her stood one of the largest wolves she had ever seen. He was pitched black except for a silver blaze down his back. His eyes were dark blue and starring at her in a mix of shock and hostility. He made her seem very small. Her panic must have reached the other boys because there was a crash and suddenly Jacob was between them, growling. The two males eyed each other, before the strange one lowered his tail and dropped to his belly, a sign of submission. He had figured out Jacob's rank and it was obvious he did not match up to it.

Jacob stopped growling, but he did not lower his head. Go and alert the rest of the pack, he told Leah as Quil appeared through the trees to the stranger wolf's left. He eyed Quil warily.

Leah made to protest, but thought better of it and ran back to the reserve. Behind Sam's house she phased and pulled on a sundress. Quickly she knocked on the door. Sam answered it frowning.

"There's a wolf," she told him.

His frown deepened. "What? Where?"

"Ten miles, south. Jacob and Quil are with him. I don't know what they plan on doing, they just told me to warn everyone. The rest of the pack might be around."

"If he has one," Sam muttered, motioning for her to come in. Emily sat in the living room with a seven year old girl.

"Aunt Leah!" Claire said excitedly.

Leah smiled at her.

"I'll call everyone and get them to meet us here."

"What's wrong?" Emily asked.

Leah shook her head. "There's another wolf." It was finally beginning to hit her, the enormity of this situation. They assumed there could have been other wolves. After all, many people left the Rez for school and jobs. Who knows how many of their kids could have made the change. Obviously this boy was one of them.

Emily was starring at her in shock, before she looked down at Claire. "Time for bed," she said cheerily.

"But you promised I could stay up and see Quil."

"Something came up, sweetie. He's busy."

Claire pouted, but allowed Emily to lead her up the stairs.

Leah sighed when Sam came back. "They're coming over."


"What's he look like?" Sam finally ventured.

"Like a wolf."

He shot her a sarcastic look.

"His big and black with silver. His eyes are dark. He's big."

"You said that."

She shrugged. "He could take me down. Glad Jacob and Quil were close."

He nodded. "Do you think he's a threat?"

"I really don't know."

"Sam!" It was Jacob's voice, calling from outside. "Sam, we need some extra clothes."

Sam walked to the door to find Jacob at the edge of the woods waving. He nodded and went back into the house and to his room.

"Stay here," he told Leah.

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, throwing herself on the couch. She glared as Sam ignored her and jogged to the woods. He was gone a long time, assumingly talking to the stranger. Emily came down and sat beside her.

"Is he cute?"

Leah laughed. "I've only seen him in wolf form."

"From a wolf point of view," Emily giggled.

"He's big and strong looking and he has an air of a leader even if he submitted to Jake. So yeah, I guess in a wolf that's attractive."

The back door opened and shut and foot steps were heard in the kitchen. "Sam called me," Samara said plopping down next to the two women. "How exiting."

"Exiting," Leah said wryly, "he could have attacked me."

Samara rolled her eyes. "You were all set to attacking him."

"Until I figured out he was bigger then me."

"I didn't know there were other packs," the younger woman continued.

"Neither did we. I was surprised when I smelt him."

"Why do you think he's here?"

"Rogue, probably," Emily said.

There was silence and the front door opened. Both Samara and Emily moved behind Leah as Sam and Quil came into view. There was no one else.

"Where is he?" Emily asked.

Sam jerked his thumb. "Outside with Jake, we wanted to make sure that Claire wasn't down here."

"She's in bed," Emily said.

"Who is he?" Leah and Samara asked.

"He's from Main. He's half Quileute. He was kicked out of his pack when someone else took over the alpha position."

Emily gasped. "Why?"

Sam shrugged. "Apparently he allowed some vegetarian vampires get away. They sounded very famlier." Sam wrinkled his nose.

Leah rolled her eyes. "Great, a leech loving werewolf. We haven't had one of those in awhile."

"Jake never liked the leech," Quil said.

Samara sighed. "Why are they always around?"

Leah just rolled her eyes again.

Sam mimicked her. "I'll be right back then."

He turned and left. Leah could hear him speaking, Jacob's voice and then a man's voice she had never heard before. More foot steps and Sam returned followed by Jacob and the strange man.

He was Native American, though paler then the others and his eyes were a dark blue. He had high cheek bones, a nice nose and thick lips. His dark hair was spiked. Those strange blue eyes were wary, but defiant. It did not matter that the pack outnumbered him, if he had to, he would fight them all. Those eyes changed when the met hers. She did not understand the change, but she had barely half a second to think about it when feelings hit her all at once.

A need to touch him, hold him, kiss him, and submit to him filled her along with a wave of protectiveness and joy. She felt a need, suddenly, to kick Jacob's butt for threatening him. They starred at each other, slack jawed.

Sam was talking, she could kind of hear him, but she did not care what he was saying. All she could see and hear was him. His tall muscular body, his heavy breathing, nothing else existed.

Sam trailed off and frowned while everyone else coughed. The two did not look at him.

"I think he's staying," Samara said in a voice that was obviously holding back a laugh.

Emily looked pleased, Jacob, Sam and Quil annoyed. They did not like a new male on their turf, taking any of their pack members.

Emily hit Sam on the arm and glared and Samara pinched Jacob on the inside of his elbow. The pinch was way more effective then the hit and Jacob yelped, breaking the spell the two imprints were under.

Leah blinked and turned away from him, though his gaze never left her. She looked over at Samara and Jacob, who was rubbing his arm and glaring at his mate.

He finally looked away from Leah and at the assembled pack. "Sorry," he said in a rich gravely voice that nearly caused Leah's knees to buckle. "What were you saying."

"He was saying," Emily said with a severe look at Sam.

"Welcome to the family," Samara finished, grinning.

He nodded. "Um, my name is Blaze Silverton."

"That's Leah Clearwater," Quil said. "She's the one who found you."

He turned his eyes back to Leah's face. "Good."

Leah blushed.

"Did she just-oaf!" Quil started to say, but was elbowed by Jacob in the gut.

Samara looked at Jake. "I think it's time to go home."

He nodded and took her hand.

Leah cleared her throat. "I should be going too. I mean..."

"Blaze needs a place to stay. You have an extra room don't you?"

"Yeah I do."

"Send Seth over when you send Sally," Samara whispered to her with a wink.

Leah gave the woman a small smile and nodded.

She motioned to Blaze to follow her and he did. They did not make it very far, before he grabbed her roughly, pushed her against an abandoned shed, and kissed her. She gasped a little, but soon she was kissing him back, pushing against him with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her dress had hiked up and his hand was on the inside of her thigh.

Her actions hit her suddenly and she pushed him away with all her strength. He starred at her, his blue eyes even darker and full of fire. His well muscled chest was heaving. He moved again and kissed her once more. She hit his arm and pushed again, but once again succumbed to him. It was him that pulled away.

"I just met you," she breathed heavily.

His lips were on her neck. "Mmm," he said.

"No," she was interrupted by her moan when his kisses trailed down the low neck of the dress.

He pulled back and looked at her. "Sorry," he said.

Leah was surprised. A guy had never been sorry for that sort of thing before.

He smiled apologetically. "You're right. We barely know each other."

Leah starred at him before leaning forward and kissing him. He tasted really really good and she ignored the smirk she could sense on his lips. The hard wood was digging into her back, but she ignored it as her legs wrapped themselves around his waist again. He was pushing the straps of her sundress down when she stopped him.

"Not here," she whispered.

"Where?" he asked against her lips.

"Not now. I really can't."

He pulled away and let her feet touch the ground again. She pulled up the sleeve of her dress and avoided looking at him.

His hand tipped her chin upward and his gaze was soft. "What's wrong, Leah."

She shook her head. "It-It's nothing. I'm just not ready to get serious with another guy. The last one really hurt me."

"I won't," he said. "I can't."

She looked up at him. "I want to be with you because I want to. Not because fate is making me. Does that make any sense?"

He shrugged. "I guess. What happened anyway?"

She smiled softly. "See, you know nothing about me, or I you. We have to figure that before we do anything."

He nodded and took her hand. "Let's go then."

She smiled at him, her first real smile in ages and squeazed his hand. "This way."