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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!

9. Chapter 9: Over

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Chapter 9: Over

I forced back a yelp of pain as my sharp teeth sunk deep into Grace's arm, who was sending violent waves of electricity that she conducted to flow through me and everyone else who was trying to defeat her. Nick was at my side whimpering as he dove to her neck but falling back. He was fighting desperately to both slaughter her and protect me. I yelled in pain as I tore at her head- she was radiating pain through me in order to save herself from an unavoidable death.

I looked around me swiftly, and saw that Embry wouldn't think of releasing his hold her her pale cold leg. The younger, more recent werewolves were spread out on the ground totally unconscious. Clearly they hadn't been able to withhold the leech's powerful and agonizing shocks. Yards away the others were swiftly detaching Jocelyn's body.

Jocelyn's ability wasn't as powerful as we had thought it would have been. The ice she let through melted away in mere seconds from our high body temperature. Her beautiful sculpted body now laid in heaps at Sam's feet, and he promptly took out his lighter to put the now disfigured body into flames.

Grace’s tormented shocks were getting worse as she grew desperate in attempt to win the battle. I could smell singed fur that the electricity had burned from the unwanted natural energy. The searing light from her power left black spots that were blossoming across my vision making it ever so difficult to find her weak spot. My strength was growing scarce and I fought my own body in attempt to stay wake but the pain was frying my brain. It would be so much easier to give up this fight, to let her kill me.

I was vaguely aware of my broken limbs shrinking, my blood matted fur turning to burnt skin my ragged paws becoming rough palms. It was then I gave into numbness that enveloped my body with its unconsciousness.

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I awoke in a dark room, and I bolted upright in panic. Nick had pulled a chair next to my bad and lay slumped in it asleep. His face was so perfect, so calm in sleep. The sight made my panic fade away. There were no lines of hurt tightening his eyes, no hidden pain making even his biggest smiles seem sad. I couldn’t detect that rough carefulness in the way he arranged every expression. There were no words to describe how I felt right then. The closest I could come was pure, unwavering, absolute joy.

I almost laughed aloud but I stopped as everything came rushing back. Kim was dead, Paul was banished, and Jared had run after him with murderous revenge in his heart. I had to know what had happened but I just couldn’t bring myself to wake my serene sleeping imprint. I decided to call Sam instead. He picked up after only two rings.

“Leah?” I felt my something jump inside of me at the hopefulness in his voice.

“Ya it’s me. What happened?” I asked worriedly.

“Jared killed Paul.” He said bluntly.

I bit my lip and felt dampness on my cheeks. I seemed to be crying a lot today. Of course I had every reason to cry.

“Then the mate of Jocelyn, the ice newborn we destroyed, killed Jared. We tracked the leech down and got rid of him.” His voice held a quiet fury.

“It’s not fair.” I whimpered after a long silence.

“I know Lee-Lee. Get some sleep.” He hung up.

What ever happened to saying good bye? I wondered.

I threw myself on my bed quietly as to not wake Nick. Then I wept.

My crying woke Nick, and he took in a deep breath of relief when he saw me alive. But his brow furrowed when her noticed the everlasting tears that pooled in my eyes.

"I'm sorry Leah." He whispered, laying his body down beside my own. I only shook my head and burried my face in the mattress. His hands rubbed my back as I let out all the grief of my newly dead brothers. How could this happen?

"They were my family." I whispered to Nick, who could do nothing but hold me until dreamless sleep found me again.

Two days later was the funeral. I almost didn’t go because I didn’t know if I could brave the torrent of lies that would cover up the murders and the pain that would be everywhere. In the end I decided I would go through it if it meant saying on last good bye to my friends, my pack brothers.... my sister.

It was a closed casket funeral. Nobody would be allowed to see the way Jared’s throat was ripped out, the way Kim’s body was mangled, or the horror of Paul’s shredded face. The lie being told was that they’d been crushed under large rocks in an avalanche. It was so far from the truth that I wanted to scream every time that I heard it.

I didn’t stay for the entire funeral. Rachel didn’t make it either. She was sobbing so hard I thought she might throw up or hyperventilate or maybe both. I stood up to follow her as she stumbled away.

I didn’t talk to her or touch her. I just sat next to her. It pierced my heart, the sound of her horrid cries. I made myself listen to her pain though, memorizing the anguish and torture of this moment so that I would never let it happen again.

At last her shoulders stopped shaking and she grew quiet. She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I watched the motion as though hypnotized.

“Why?” She asked suddenly. Her voice was hoarse. “Why did it have to be Paul? How can life go on without love? How does everything keep going when living is so meaningless?”

I didn’t know how to answer.

“Life doesn’t go on Rachel.” I said at last. “Not really. The sun still rises and sets everyday. People will always still, laugh, cry, have fun, joke around, and go on with their lives without the slightest awareness of what you’re going through. For you it’ll be different. The sun will seem dimmer, the world emptier, and every little thing around you will remind you of him. You’ll never really get over him but some day things will be a little better. You’ll be able to look back on your time with him as the best days of your life and you’ll smile even as you cry as you do so now. Someday life will be somewhat durable again. And maybe, just maybe in this crazed, mixed up world, it will be possible to find love again."

There was a long silence after my little speech before Rachel spoke again.

“Thanks for understanding. Thank you for not saying that you’re sorry for my loss. Thank you for not saying that everything is going to be fine the way everyone else has. They think Paul was just a stupid school girl crush. Only the pack understands and out of each and everyone of them it's you that understands the best. I know it.”

She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “Let’s go home.”