If You Were The One { AU With Imprintless }
Knowing that she’d succeed kept Sam from faltering, although his body felt stronger each second. He’d lost a great deal of blood, but his wounds were already healing faster than normal. It certainly wasn’t fast enough, but it kept him conscious. He refused to phase back until she had. He couldn’t lose consciousness until she shifted back, or he knew he would phase back to human. He wouldn’t be able to control it at that point.
The relief that went through him when she spoke, back to herself and no longer the silver haired wolf that had been in front of him, was vast. He couldnt’ help but wish to breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as she stepped closer, he let himself phase back, dropping to his knees involuntarily, his hand clutching at his face.
While it would seem, if he could see them, that the wounds were smaller than the moment they were inflicted, they each bled steadily, his bare chest covered in the blood that came from the wounds on his face and upper body. Incidentally, he couldn’t even blame Leah for what had just occured. He understood the lack of control in phasing, how it was hard to stop the urge to become something else, something more primal but still a piece of yourself. Now that he had learned, a little, to control it, to let it take over himself, he understood the black wolf he became more and more.
Much like the legends, he could feel the spirit of the wolf inside himself. It was different now that he was forced to live it himself. Nothing in the legends could have prepared him for the actual feeling of losing himself to this primal instinct. Hunting animals, eating them raw, had been much easier to do once he had let himself over to his wolfish instincts. Everything had grown easier in that time, learning to be a wolf more than a man, in order to survive. The will to live how outweighed his confusion and anger with the situation, and he had spent days up north, a day’s trip from the Reservation or more, hunting wild animals.
Had his vanishing been timed with the hunting of a vampire, he would have likely run into one. How fortunate for him, or them, he wasn’t sure now.
“You did it. I knew you could." He breathed out, relieved at her being back to herself.
He nodded, knowing that the soon they got back to the Clearwaters, the better.
Perhaps Harry could shed some light onto the situation, and he might have healed by the time they arrived if his accelerated healing kicked in. So far, he was healing faster than normal, but his wounds still bled, still pained him greatly.
Would the walk have taken longer in their human bodies as opposed to their wolf ones? Definitely, but even at that, they were still a short ways away from the Reservation. Sam knew that much, as well as he knew these forests now. If one went the right way, they could be back on the Reservation in less than an hour.
"We need to get to your house. Your parents. They might know something about this. They should.”
It seemed as though they’d walked for ages, but with Leah there, he managed to make it, his wounds still slowly closing up, the bloodflow slowing down now. Harry saw them first, the first look of confusion following quickly by the dawn of realization, and ushered them into the house. Sam was instantly forced to sit and let Sue clean his wounds, something he was grateful for. He finally began to see how much had been inflicted, and glanced up at Leah, hoping she wouldn’t blame herself for this. He certainly didn’t.
He heard, as though distant, still concentrating on Leah, Harry start to speak.
“What happened?"
"She phased. I was too close. You told me it was only genetic through the male line. I didn’t know to expect it.”
A thousand questions were rushing to the surface of Leah’s mind. However, with her questions came no answers. Hopefully she would be relieved of what monster had just awakened in her. In all of her life, Leah never thought anything special about herself. In fact, the only special thing in her life was Sam. She never pictured herself loving anyone so deeply before in her entire life. Apart from her family, Sam was her life. Without him she’d surely lose herself, and if she lost herself, she simply wouldn’t be anymore.
She didn’t want to think about that, ever. Especially with these new found powers that had not only awakened in herself, but in Sam as well. Perhaps it was a disease? Something that was air born, and since Sam had spent so much time with Leah, she caught it too? But, what disease makes you turn into a gigantic wolf whenever you’re angered or upset? Well, Sam did manage to phase into one without being upset, perhaps it was a natural thing?
What was she saying, this wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be. The stories they heard as children were simply stories, and nothing more. There were no such things as shifters that would protect the humans from the cold ones. Speaking of the cold ones, there were vampires? And..it was the Cullen family? She hadn’t seen them too much, but from time to time she’d see them in Forks on cloudy days, a casual appearance. Leah thought nothing of it, really.
But, vampires? It seemed almost too bizarre to be real.
However, it was. Completely and utterly real. The shifters, the cold ones, everything; it was all real. If told as a child that she was a shifter, she probably would have believed it. Only because even at a girl, she yearned to be something more than just ordinary. But now, she was terrified of herself. She had managed to hurt the one person she loved the most. In the back of her head, she could still hear the ripping of his flesh, and in her nose, she could still smell the copper-like liquid on her paw.
Leah held Sam’s torso the entire time, holding him steady as the two walked back to the Clearwater residence. It did feel like forever, and the cold air did manage to pinch at her lungs, but she felt somewhat more resistant to it. Like she had a much bigger durability to the cold and weather. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was a gigantic silver wolf.
The thought of it continued to phase her.
The second she heard her father’s voice she came back to reality, allowing her mother to usher her into a room, then Sue moved to the kitchen table and then retraced her steps and grabbed her medical box. Leah threw on a tank top along with a pair of shorts, even with the temperature outside, she was radiating heat. In almost two minutes flat, the she wolf dashed out of the room and went over to Sam’s side, the one that wasn’t being preoccupied by her mother cleaning the wound.
“I’m so sorry.” Tears began to form in her eyes, ones that she had held back before due to the seriousness of his injury.
“Hold still.” Sue spoke, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The legend did state that only men were ones to inherit the trait, so why did her daughter? So many questions, and yet so little answers. She hoped her husband would clarify it even more, seeing as she only knew so much.
Leah leaned forward in the chair that she perched herself on the very edge. Her palm grasped his own, holding it tightly in both of her hands as she brought it up to her lips. “Is he going to be okay?"
"Luckily, it seems he’s healing quite vast. He’ll only scar a little.” Sue flashed her daughter a small smile before taking another piece of cloth and dipping it in peroxide, cleaning the ones along his chest.
A small whimpered from Leah’s chest, completely overwhelmed with the whole situation pertaining to wolves and what harm she had caused Sam. She moved forward, nuzzling into his shoulder, trying her absolute best to comfort him in his state. “I can’t believe I did this to you..I’m so sorry.” She continued to repeat, simply horrified of herself. If destruction is what she’d bring, she’d swear to never phase again.