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You didn't know what to expect when Carlisle agreed to train the wolves for the upcoming newborn fight coming your way. Though you weren't fond of the wet dog smell, you knew you had to push through it if you were to survive the fight.
You stand beside Carlisle, waiting for the wolves to show up and watch Emmett be thrown into the air. You hear Edward and Bella approach, and you turn to smile at them.
"Emmett's been getting thrown around and he's not happy," you inform. Edward chuckles as Bella watches Emmett fly through the air once more. He immediately springs to his feet and faces Jasper.
"Again!"
"They're here," Edward interrupts. You turn to the woods as eight large wolves come into view. You pick out Jacob and try to work out who's who from there. Granted, you'd only met three of them— including the one who stopped Emmett from catching Victoria— but you try.
"They don't trust us enough to be in their human forms," Edward says.
"They came. That's what matters," Carlisle replies. "Will you translate?" Carlisle and Edward step forward, Carlisle facing the wolves directly. "Jasper has experience with newborns. He'll teach us how to defeat them."
"They want to know how newborns differ from us," Edward informs.
"They're a great deal stronger than us, because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first few months of this life." As the pack absorbs this information, Carlisle nods to Jasper, who steps forward.
"Carlisle's right. That's why they're created. A newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army, and no human army could stand against them. The two most important things to remember are first: never let them get their arms around you. They'll crush you instantly. The second: never go for the obvious kill. They'll be expecting that, and you will lose. Emmett!"
Emmett steps forward, and they stand across from each other, at the ready.
"This is where the fun begins," I whisper to Bella, who's moved to stand beside me.
"Don't hold back," Jasper taunts.
"Not in my nature," Emmett shoots back.
The fight is over pretty quickly, Jasper once again the victor. You glance at Edward, grinning. He shakes his head, a small smile itching to make itself known. You practically bound out into the opening, shaking your hands in preparation. Knowing Edward could just read your mind to figure out your moves, you do your best to put up mental blocks, hoping your practice as paid off.
It seems to have worked when you spot the subtle eyebrow furrow from Edward.
Taking advantage of his confusion, you rush forward and take out his legs, watching as he falls. You shoot off behind him to avoid being taken down from the ground. Edward immediately lunges for you, and you barely move out of his grasp. You focus on keeping your mental blocks up, but your focus is interrupted when Edward picks you up and tosses you. You maneuver in the air to land on your feet, and smirk as you solidify the blocks.
Then, in a blur to the human eye, you have Edward on his hand, your hand around his neck.
"Checkmate," you sing. Edward taps your arm, letting you know he forfeits. You help him up, shoving him playfully as you make your way back to the group.
"How'd you do that?" Edward asks, amazed.
"Been practicing mental blocks. Glad to know they work."
"I'm impressed," he commemorates. You beam, happy to have impressed your older brother. You look back to the wolves only to find that there are seven. A grey wolf is missing.
"Where's the grey wolf?" you ask no one in particular. Edward looks toward Sam's wolf, and Sam looks at you instead. Edward can't hide his shock at whatever was said.
"She imprinted," Edward informs. Rosalie and Jasper stop sparring, looking at Edward.
"Leah?" Bella asks, astounded. Edward nods. "On who?" Edward looks down at you, and if you had a heart you know it would be sinking.
"(Y/N)."
"What?" Emmett barks.
"I've never known a wolf to imprint on a vampire," Carlisle muses. "Have you?"
"He says no," Edward says, translating Sam's thoughts.
"Do you know where she went?" you ask, feeling guilty. You know it can't be easy for a wolf to find out that their imprint is their natural enemy.
"La Push beach," Edward informs.
"Can I go see her?" you ask Sam. A few of the wolves growl, but Sam shuts them up. You make out a nod, and you're off toward the beach. As you approach, you see Leah sitting in the sand. "Leah?" You see her stiffen, and you slow your walking toward her. As you get closer, you're alarmed to realize you don't smell the wet dog smell on her. You sit beside her, not saying anything.
"When I said I wanted to imprint, I didn't mean on a vampire," Leah says quietly. You sigh, knowing that without even looking at Leah that she's your mate. It only makes sense, since she doesn't smell repulsive like the others.
"I know. I know the feeling."
"No, you don't," Leah answers without missing a beat. You're quiet, searching for the right words.
"Maybe not," you concede, "but vampires have mates, too, and you're mine."
You feel Leah look at you, but you can't look at her yet. You don't know how it will feel to look into her eyes for the first time, but you're not ready to feel it.
"How do you know without looking at me?" Leah questions.
"You don't smell like a wet dog," you reply, a small smile on your face. You look over at her then just in time to see a small smile bloom. If you had a heart, it would have stopped. She was gorgeous, and you knew then that it didn't matter that you were different species or natural enemies.
You could absolutely grow to love her, and you planned on doing so.
"You don't smell sickly sweet, either," Leah informs. You raise an eyebrow.
"So that's what you smell," you muse. "Could be worse, I guess. We could smell like garlic or something." Leah laughs, and you join her. You sober, searching her eyes for any disdain. You find hesitation, which you're sure is present in your own, but no hatred.
"I don't know what to feel," Leah admits.
"I don't, either," you reply quietly, "but I'm open to seeing where this goes." Leah takes a deep breath and nods.
"Me, too." You smile at each other, scooting a little closer.
You don't touch-- not yet-- but in a way, you don't need to. Your souls are already intertwined, and that's enough for you.
