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I know there's a few of those stories where either Jacob or Leah imprint on someone in another pack but this is different. What if imprinting doesn't always grant happiness and love? The night Leah Clearwater imprinted she was desperate to be rid of her love for Sam. Her imprint's name is Nick and he's a werewolf from another pack in the east. He's dealing with a pain that may be just as great as hers. She's dedicated to her imprint and he to her but neither of them feel the love that's supposed to come with imprinting. Sometimes even imprinting can't cure a broken heart. Can they fall in love the normal way? On top of all of this the soul mate and imprint of one of Leah's pack brothers is killed by a fellow werewolf. The pain and guilt is tearing her pack apart. Somehow it all keeps getting worse from there. Is there really such thing as happily ever after? Or is life just agony and sadness? So I decided I loved this banner best! It was made by my lovely beta Delenda!

I know what you're thinking... 'WHAT she's writing ANOTHER story even though she's in the middle of two!' Well... I'm stuck, in both of my stories. So I started this one! I was just listening to Desperate by David Archuleta and I started to think about Leah. So this story popped into my head and I wrote it down. And I do not own the Twilight series obviously. I know there's a disclaimer at the bottom of this site but I like to be safe and put it in here anyways. Enjoy!

8. Chapter 8: Punishment

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Chapter 8: Punishment

(Leah’s POV)

The silence in the air seemed to be hanging, like someone grasping a rope, praying not to fall. It felt like if one of us made one wrong movement, a single error in our actions, something would go deadly wrong. I watched Jared in silence, remembering how I tossed and turned that way at one point in my life. But his pain would never heal. His anguish would always be there, lingering in the air around us all, reminding him of her. Loosing Kim was almost impossible for each and every one of us.

“What are you going to do Sam? What’s the verdict?” I asked, truly caring for the welfare of both Paul and Jared. There had been enough bloodshed tonight. We didn’t need more.

“I’ll admit that the bond of imprinting is something that we are all forbidden to break. Normally, as sad and hard as it is, the consequence of killing another’s imprint is…death.” He sighed his voice clearly strained, dreading every thought that came wandering into his mind.

“But we can’t kill Paul, he’s already imprinted. What does all this add up to?” I queried, realizing firsthand that Sam had said normal punishment, not my pack brother’s.

“Paul has an imprint too. Even though he broke that law we can’t, not for anything.” Sam said.

Both remorse and relief fled through my body, I didn’t want Paul to die, and I was glad that he wasn’t going to be. I wished that he would be safe, just as much as I wished Kim hadn’t died. He couldn’t get away with what he did; nothing would ever be the same for him again.

“What are you going to do then? As soon as we let Jared go he’s going to kill Paul no matter what it takes. Sam, he’s completely gone crazy!” I gestured towards Jared, his body thrashed every time Seth or Embry tried to tighten their grip.

We’d sat quietly while he mourned until the sun was gone and stars filled the sky. Then he’d abruptly turned wolf and attempted to kill Paul. None of us blamed him but we held him back because we had to wait for our alpha’s permission to do anything.

Jared had literally gone mad with grief. He didn’t even listen to Sam’s commands anymore because he’d lost his mind. It had taken four of us wolves to hold him down now. His body didn’t stop thrashing, and he snapped his teeth at everything like a rabid dog. His eyes wheeled out of control and he had no thought, only a powerful craving for revenge. We hadn’t just lost Kim today. Jared was gone too. In this state he wasn’t really the Jared we all loved.

“There’s only one thing I really can do,” Sam said. “Paul you are banished from our pack and from our lands. Go, and don’t come back”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Paul, my brother, my friend, banished? Paul didn’t lift his head. He got up and walked away slowly with his bare feet dragging in the dirt. Silence rang in our ears aside from Jared’s constant snarls.

“Don’t…let…him…get…away.” He struggled to say, his eye bloodshot, filled with evil. I wanted to cry as I saw him transforming into something I would never want to know or see.

As I watched, Jared went limp suddenly. He seemed to just give up. The four holding him down relaxed their grip. That was a mistake. This minute they thought their strain had ended Jared somehow broke out of their hold with a burst of strength and sped off after Paul.

The few of us who were in our human forms phased back into our wolf states and bounded after him, for the sake of Paul’s life. It was then the stench hit us all like a brick wall. Leeches…of all the times to come! It wasn’t the Cullens, but it was an unfamiliar offensive smell. There were at minimum three, and we stopped, ready for a fight, completely forgetting about Paul and Jared.

The first vampire to show themselves was female. I was quite certain that she was a newborn. I’d only seen eyes as vividly red as hers in that army we’d defeated two, long years ago. Her bleached blond hair was cut short and streaked with pink, her clothes ripped and torn in different ways. She seemed thirst as her tongue darted out to lick her lips reminding me of a snake, ready to snap at its prey. She looked about nineteen.

A second parasite-female, followed closely behind the first. Her black eyes showed that she hadn’t hunted for a while. Her appearence revealed her age to be just above eight. Her childish looks did not fool us; we were ready to rip her apart.

She had curly dark brown hair, a little pudgy nose, and her tiny lips were twisted into a sinister smile that shouldn’t belong on a child. She was just a kid with an angelic face that held a horrible adult expression.

“I think we can handle them. Don’t you Jocelyn?” The tiny one giggled in a high pitched, sugary sweet voice. She raised a hand with electricity crackling across her palm. We all gasped in shock.

“Of course Grace.” The newborn hissed, dragging out her hissing sounds in her deadly yet hypnotically beautiful voice.

Jocelyn blew out lightly and her breath seeming to be spinning into a ball of ice. She closed her mouth, pressing her full ruby red lips together and the transparent sphere fell to the ground. It shattered, scattering ice shards across the forest floor.

The little one called Grace lunged for Nick with a fist of electricity. An unwanted scream tore from my throat. This was going to be a difficult fight.

(Jared’s POV)

Crazy shades of red danced before my eyes. Kill Paul, kill Paul, kill Paul… was the only thought running through my head as I caught up to him, ignoring the faint stench of leech. I tackled him to the ground before he even knew what hit him. He was weaker in his human form and I knew it would be too easy to kill him. His eyes pleaded for mercy, but how could I give him what he had denied my sweet beautiful Kim? I laughed viciously.

“Come on pups. Violence is never the answer!” A deep voice echoed sarcastically from the dark trees.

The voice was powerful. It was like the boom of rolling thunder. It seemed to vibrate through my body like the beat of a giant bass drum. It was as terrifying as the rumbling of a majestic lion’s challenging roar. Even in my insane frenzied state I sensed danger and shuddered. The huge, muscular vampire with dark hair hanging in his hungry eyes sauntered out of the trees. I was shocked when he sat down cross-legged on the trail and watched us.

“Well go ahead werewolf,” the vampire said, appearing to be annoyed by my lack of violence.

I stared at him questioningly, disbelief written all over my face, as was Paul’s. I snarled as I thought his name.

“You were going to kill the other one weren’t you? Go ahead. I’ve always loved watching violence, especially when the other deserves it.” His sinister smile was almost sickening.

Paul put up a good fight but I managed to kill him in the end. The revenge was fulfilled with only a bloody leg, a deep cut on the nose, and a chunk of ear missing to show for it. I thought that I’d be relieved when he was dead but I wasn’t. The aching pain of Kim’s loss was still there. I let myself turn human.

“Kill me.” I spat.

“Why so eager to die?” the blood sucker boomed.

“She’s gone,” I whispered. Kim, my beautiful Kim was gone…..

“Oh so this is about a girl is it? How precious is that?” He laughed loudly then lunged forward to kill me. His expression was that of harsh, cruel amusement but I saw a flash of pity in his cold eyes. The same look I had worn as I tore apart Paul’s body.