Fearful
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Fanfic
Twilight
"Soul mates will always end up together. No matter how much love got lost, no matter how much distance there was. You loose each other to find each other again. That's what it's like when someone is meant for you...if they leave, they will return and stay forever." -Sam Uley In which the Cullen's favorite vampire finds out she's mates with a wolf pack. (OCxWolf Pack) (This will be a mixture of Twilight as well as Midnight Sun and snippets of Harriet's POV.) (P.S. I apologize if it's a bit cringe, I've never been good at fight scenes.)
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By eighteen, Leah Clearwater had already buried the girl she used to be. Sam Uley's betrayal still sat like glass in her chest when her father died. The grief came in waves, sharp and endless, and just when she thought she'd learned how to stand against it, the change took her. Heat, bone-snap, the first female wolf the Quileute tribe had ever seen - and with it, a fate she swore she'd never accept. Imprinting. On seventeen-year-old Embry Call. He's the boy she's never trusted herself to need - all quiet steadiness and soft eyes, a soul too gentle for the teeth in her. He meets her anger without flinching, shows up when she wants him gone, and sees her like he's known her in a hundred lifetimes. The bond is not romance; it's scripture. It's the tether between storm and shore, the altar she never meant to kneel before. It doesn't care about timing, or grief, or the way she swears she'll never belong to anyone again. It pulls her toward him like the tide, and no matter how she thrashes, she cannot break free. He is her breakwater. Her anchor. Her ruin. And maybe her salvation. Because some loves are not gentle - they're a reckoning. And Leah Clearwater is about to find out what it means to be chosen, in a way that feels less like mercy and more like destiny.

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