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              ❝Collin has a huge crush on you. ❞

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    Looking up at the tree, the model was making encouraging noises at the cat   clinging to one of the branches.

                           Leah Clearwater has many names,              but only one that remains true and bona fide, untainted and savored        by her fallen father. Most opt not to address her by it, for they see her as a redundant and entirely dispensable constituent to a line of very honorable and very esteemed men with the beckoning of an incessant spirituality in their veins, the will  of beasts and the faith of monsters that helped to instill prestige and conviction in                           some righteous form of self preservation and integrity.                    They were the boys with strange hearts and peculiar fantasies.                                     And because of this, they were reckless.                                         And Leah was not.                                      They hated her for it.                       She was somebody not worth mentioning,                 somebody not worth the effort to argue against                                         or even argue over.                 She was to be cast aside, like a rusty old bike,          or a pile of fishing line rancid with the debris of scales,                                  sea grass and desiccated mud.          But some people say that negligence is the rust of the soul,                      that corrodes through all our best resolves.                                             Not belligerence.                   Others say that success produces confidence;            confidence relaxes industry, and that negligence ruins                        the reputation which accuracy has raised.                                    Leah was never negligent.                                          Over ambitious ?                                                   Maybe.                                        But never negligent.They —- these wolves —- believed that their greatest pretenses are built up not to hide the evil and the ugly in us, but our emptiness. The hardest thing to hide is something that is not there. And without their blood, without their fur and without their maws that would crush the cold and quell the unbeating hearts; they were nothing. They needed something to blame, when things went wrong.                Think of the group of people you’ve known the longest in your life. Think of the group of friends that you’ve hung out with the most. Maybe you are all a part of a revolution, a coalition, a common cause. This is what most dismiss, or don’t realize. They don’t even realize it in practice. There’s one person in every group of friends that nobody likes. You basically keep them there to hate their guts. When that person is not around your little base camp, your hobby is cutting that person down. Example ? Karen is always a bitch. Every group has a ’ Karen ’ and she is always a bitch. And when she’s not around you just look at each other go: ‘ God Karen, she’s such a bitch ‘. Until she walks up and then you’re like:                        ’ Hey what’s up Karen ? Kaaaaaaaaaaren —- hey. ’                                             There’s always that one person.And if you find yourself in disagreement, looking about desperately trying to find some pitiful excuse for a mitigation or an explanation as to why this might not be the case for you, and your friends —————— well then, you’re that person.                                                 You’re the person nobody likes.                                                           That was Leah. 

( the broken bird ’ it’s all her fault ‘ betty & veronica the brother-sister teamthe friend nobody likes. )

                                                       ❝ … ❞                                                    ❝ ……… ❞                     ❝ ———————- She’s   Ｎ Ｏ Ｔ a — … ! ❞

                                                                                  bitch.

            And as much as Seth tried to dispel all the myths about his sister, he couldn’t always catch up. It was never really the boys that made these comments, not around him. They knew better than that. But what they didn’t know, was that Seth was fully aware of the things they said — the claims they made — behind closed doors.                                                 Sam never took part in it, he ————                            he was the reason everyone hated Leah in the first place.                Perhaps that guilt then translated to a willingness to make things right. 

          They didn’t talk much about the politics of it all ; it was more of an inherent sort of construct dictated by the chronological order of an individual’s ‘ turn ’, and the status they develop with the Alpha — and of course, the Alpha was sort of habitual too. It was like—… Divine right. That’s the only way Seth could describe it. The only difference was that the position of alpha could be won, or taken. An alpha was said to harbor an air of both masculinity and superiority, and all of it had to be taken into account—if all the kids in the tribe knew about the conditions of becoming a wolf, they would all want to be one—they’d all want it to happen to them. But it wasn’t exactly something to be celebrated, which was why it was — typically — family members and spouses that were made aware of the little — … biological mishap.                                   But Leah ? If we’re speaking in utmost honesty,                 she was likely to be the strongest of every warrior in the entire tribe.

No matter how many years passed or how much responsibility each assumed, Seth and Leah still managed to bicker and argue until their words became so explosive and backhanded, that their mother had to step in. Their father, never caught them fighting —— because they knew Harry well enough to know that his punishment was akin to a lesson in appreciation, respect, and a daunting sense of intellectual prowess that would loom over both of them for an eternity. His lectures swallowed them both, and made them realize how truly fortunate they were to have each other.  For years, Seth viewed his sister’s existence as paltry —- a nuisance —- because she hovered, and she waited, and her rules were strict. Her words were sharp, like the edge of a blade, quick and forthright with the capacity to slit throats and fracture skulls. They fought, and they said things they didn’t mean. In some way, though, each found it comforting; it reminded them how close they really were: Acquaintances are always on their best behavior, but siblings loved each other enough to say anything.

              He usually wouldn’t attest to it, but there was a part of him—and he wasn’t exactly sure how significant that part of him was—that really enjoyed spending time with Leah. He didn’t really like it when it was just him and Sue, she was usually on her phone, or—if Seth had something to say, she would offer him a half-hearted, vaguely interested comment in return, only to change the subject. He loved his mom, he really did. But he didn’t feel like he had to impress anybody with Leah. — Leah already knew every side of Seth. The good, and the bad.

                                         ❝… Ｄ Ｏ Ｎ ’ Ｔ call my sister that.❞                                              ❝She’s — … She’s stronger —- ❞                                                         ❝ and smarter —- ❞                          ❝and ＢＥＴＴＥＲ than you can ever even imagine.❞                    ❝You have  Ｎ Ｏ    Ｉ Ｄ Ｅ Ａ  what she’s been through ! ❞                                              ❝She’s saved  Ｌ Ｉ Ｖ Ｅ Ｓ.❞                                                            ❝You got that ? ❞                                                                                          ❝She’s Ｆ Ｏ Ｕ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ for the tribe.❞                                             ❝She’s Ｆ Ｏ Ｕ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ for Bella.❞                                    ❝She’s Ｆ Ｏ Ｕ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ for Bella’s family.❞                                    ❝She’s Ｆ Ｏ Ｕ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ for our family.❞                                    ❝And, she’s Ｆ Ｏ Ｕ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ for me.❞

                                           ❝And  ———————  by the way.❞