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BETWEEN NONSTOP PATROLS, BEING stuck withbabysitting the pups with Embry, and anxious waiting for the other Volturi shoe to drop, Leah was slowly and surely losing her mind.
There was little variety in her routine; she'd wake, run patrol, sleep, alternate cooking duty with Paul, who often came home at odd intervals due to the patrols, and fell asleep in front of the television which often played the late night infomercials.
She particularly despised when Jake returned from the Cullen house reeking of Bella. It wasn't because she felt some sort of romantic way about him—at least, she didn't think she did—but because it rankled her wolf and she more often than not had to fight to keep form.
He wasn't Bella's; he was the Pack's.
Bella wanted to have her cake and to eat it too. She got everything she wanted and Jake, which was probably the cruelest thing she'd done to the poor guy.
And because of that, Leah's opinion of Bella Cullen nee Swan became granite.
It was one of those afternoons where Leah had just gotten off and popped into the Pack house to drink a glass of water when she heard Jake's voice.
