Saleaah Clearwater is the twin sister to Seth Clearwater. Growing up Saleaah was just like Seth, happy go lucky, but at the age of 16 everything changed. She received powers, starting with her becoming an Empath. A few months later she turned from h...
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On the way out of the hospital, as the sisters talked about a few things that happened outside of the hospital, someone crossed their path.
Moreso, someone ran into their path. And by their path, we meant Leah's pathway.
"Oof, sorry." The voice mumbled, taking a few steps back from Leah's chest not looking up. The curly haired mess busied their fingers trying to straighten the empty viles that tipped over in the tray that laid in their hands.
Leah brushed it off, going to dismiss it as an accident before she bend her knees tilting closer to gain a look at the shorter's face.
Long curly messy locks were pushed back by Leah's hand, before a grin was placed on the older's face.
Light brown diverted eyes lifted from its distraction, up to Leah's darker brown eyes, only for the shewolf to freeze. Leah was imprinting.
"Leah, you coming?" Saleaah asked from her place by the door, only to see her sister frozen leaning over the curly brown haired figure.
Once Saleaah didn't receive a response, she moved closer to the two, only to meet eyes with the person who held an uncomfortable glance, yet a small blush on their face.
"Vera? Hi, what are you doing here?" The prophet asked the autistic girl who looked like she wanted to ask something, yet walk away.
"Mom made me volunteer." The girl's answer was curt and short as she cut her eyes back towards Leah, blinking at the girl who was just now coming back to reality.
"Um, see you guys around? Bye Leah." Vera Grayson told the older girl as she walked away, training her eyes back on onto the viles as she disappeared around the corner.
Vera Grayson is an interesting girl. A girl who was the older sister of Lumi Grayson. Her old cheer captain. The autistic girl was anything but social. She kept things short and curt. She was very straight to the point and honest with her words. The only time she would say more than needed would be when her siblings were involved.
"Are you okay?" Saleaah eyebrows furrowed as confusion and fondness nipped at her, but it wasn't aimed towards her. It was a relatively familiar feeling that she felt before. It was something that she felt from Quil.
Leah hummed in response, although her head was still in the direction in which it followed the coconut and honey scent like smell from her imprint.
"Lee.." Saleaah called again from her place of holding the door open, this time SHE was confused. And she knew who to go to for her answers.
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"You can't make me talk." Embry huffed with his arms folded across his chest and his head turned away.
Of course, Saleaah went to Quil's best friend, and so called "blabber mouth," in Quil's words. When Quil was spilling all the details and ranting about his pack mates during her stay at the hospital, she learned a lot. Including how to crack some of them.
