I see dead people...

Chapter 06

3rd POV
Leah sat in the chair in the waiting room of the hospital behind Clara who sat on the floor. Leah was playing with Clara's hair (much to Clara's delight) while Clara was drawing.

Bella was in the hospital, again.

Not that Leah really cared, she knew the truth about the older Swan girl. She was only here because her imprint was here, she had no care for that beast of a girl—-

Clara grabbed Leah's hand, startling her from her  bitter thoughts "Yes, Clara?" Leah said gently, her eyes becoming soft "She—- Leah?" Clara asked softly, struggling to use her voice over the thing possessing her. Leah instinctively wrapped around Clara's shoulders "What is it, sweetheart?" Clara grasped Leah's hand in hers, when the She-wolf was around she felt stronger, and safe....

She felt like herself again.

".... I hate hospitals" Clara stated, sounding like herself, startling Leah who chuckled and rested her chin on Clara's shoulder "Oh really? And why's that?" Clara rested her cheek on Leah's arm "It.... Always reminds me of that time.... When I went" Clara answered, making Leah look at her in concern and curiosity.

"Do you.... Remember what happened when you went missing?" Leah asked. The question was simple enough, and Clara knew the answer, and she wanted to tell Leah about what happened....

But unfortunately, that thing took over her voice again.

"The Beast will go after the Rogue Wolf next.... And he will fall for her vile seduction alongside the Lion" Clara said, making Leah frown in disappointment and sadness. Clara looked away from her, feeling disappointed in herself for not being strong enough to fend off the creature possessing her.

"I need to make a phone call, you stay here, okay?" Leah said and Clara hummed in response. Leah left and called Billy to tell him the latest prophecy. Billy grew concerned center for the tribe and Wolfpack as this prophecy predicted a traitor.

Leah went back to the waiting room, only to see Clara painting Charlie's hand with blue nail polish from her bag. The polish was messy and uneven, but that wasn't the purpose of painting his nails. It wasn't to look pretty.... It was an excuse to hold his hand.

Leah's face became soft and sad as she waited her imprint fight against the spirit possessing her, so she could be with her loved ones. She stood at the doorway, and watched her imprint.... The one who hated human touch aside from hers, hold her father's hand after years of being denied.

This spirit was a blessing with its gift to see the future, but at the same time it was a curse because she was denied her humanity and her family.

For a moment, Leah decided to be weak on her behalf and shed tears.

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..... 'Clara.... You must feel so alone...'