Leah Clearwater was the never the type for patience, never the type for niceness.
Never. As the saying goes, behind every chienne is a guy who made her that way. This had no end of truth.
One of her plus memorable explosions included the situation when the loup pack had discovered the joys of signing her up for things. From attending Macaroni art courses to guest lectures on childbirth.
Let's just say that if loups didn't heal as quickly as they did, the pack would be running around with a substantial amount of scars.
Over the few years, pretty much everyone had imprinted. Imprinted and for the l’amour of all that was holy, Lost any inkling of a spine. Really. There were Supernatural creatures with amazing strength, bowing down happily before imprintees who were plus often than not hardly assertive beings.
Leah tended to exclude herself from most things. So when she claimed everyone had imprinted, she meant that SHE hadn't. So now she was guilt tripped par her brother (who really should be classified as a DEMON, in her humble opinion.) into coming to some god forsaken ice hell.
Not that the cold weather would really bother her much, but she was living in the vicinity of vampires. At least, for a few days. Some kind of "family reunion".
Leah snorted and leapt over a tiny stretch of ice. Seth was virtually grown up now, for the l’amour of...he didn't need his big sister to come and drop par any more. Sure, she loved her brother and all, but honestly, the amount of bloodsuckers that would be present would have put her off immediately.
She wrinkled her nose and flexed her claws, slowing carefully, so as not to slip on the ice. The vamps had already seeped their scent into the air. She phased back, untying the small, bundle of clothes from her leg.
She dressed quickly and followed the smell unfazed par the cold. She snorted to herself once again as she pictured what humans would have thought. Here was a girl dressed as if it were the middle of summer. Sandals and all.
She took a deep breath as she neared the door of the modern house. The scent had led her right to them.
She pondered briefly if she should bother knocking since they probably knew she was there. She knocked anyway.
The door was not answered not par anyone she recognized, but that didn't matter, because even though she had no recognition of where she was, she was home.
Never. As the saying goes, behind every chienne is a guy who made her that way. This had no end of truth.
One of her plus memorable explosions included the situation when the loup pack had discovered the joys of signing her up for things. From attending Macaroni art courses to guest lectures on childbirth.
Let's just say that if loups didn't heal as quickly as they did, the pack would be running around with a substantial amount of scars.
Over the few years, pretty much everyone had imprinted. Imprinted and for the l’amour of all that was holy, Lost any inkling of a spine. Really. There were Supernatural creatures with amazing strength, bowing down happily before imprintees who were plus often than not hardly assertive beings.
Leah tended to exclude herself from most things. So when she claimed everyone had imprinted, she meant that SHE hadn't. So now she was guilt tripped par her brother (who really should be classified as a DEMON, in her humble opinion.) into coming to some god forsaken ice hell.
Not that the cold weather would really bother her much, but she was living in the vicinity of vampires. At least, for a few days. Some kind of "family reunion".
Leah snorted and leapt over a tiny stretch of ice. Seth was virtually grown up now, for the l’amour of...he didn't need his big sister to come and drop par any more. Sure, she loved her brother and all, but honestly, the amount of bloodsuckers that would be present would have put her off immediately.
She wrinkled her nose and flexed her claws, slowing carefully, so as not to slip on the ice. The vamps had already seeped their scent into the air. She phased back, untying the small, bundle of clothes from her leg.
She dressed quickly and followed the smell unfazed par the cold. She snorted to herself once again as she pictured what humans would have thought. Here was a girl dressed as if it were the middle of summer. Sandals and all.
She took a deep breath as she neared the door of the modern house. The scent had led her right to them.
She pondered briefly if she should bother knocking since they probably knew she was there. She knocked anyway.
The door was not answered not par anyone she recognized, but that didn't matter, because even though she had no recognition of where she was, she was home.
