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And then she was suddenly the pain-hardened Leah from before. I'm talking about being a genetic
dead end, Jacob. Cheap Rosetta Stone V3
The vicious edge to her words left me floundering. I hadn't expected to have my anger trumped.
I don't understand.
Youwould, if you weren't just like the rest of them. If my "female sfu/T—she thought the words with
a hard, sarcastic tone— didn't send you running for cover just like any stupid male, so you could
actually pay attention to what it all means.
Oh.
Yeah, so none of us like to think about that stuff with her. Who would? Of course I remembered Leah's Rosetta Stone V3
panic that first month after she joined the pack—and I remembered cringing away from it just like
everyone else. Because she couldn't be pregnant— not unless there was some really freaky religious
immaculate crap going on. She hadn't been with anyone since Sam. And then, when the weeks dragged
on and nothing turned into more nothing, she'd realized that her body wasn't following the normal patterns
anymore. The horror—what was she now? Had her body changed because she'd become a werewolf?
Or had she become a werewolf because her body was wrong? The only female werewolf in the history
of forever. Was that because she wasn't as female as she should be?
None of us had wanted to deal with that breakdown. Obviously, it wasn't like we could empathize.
You know why Sam thinks we imprint,she thought, calmer now.
Sure. To carry on the line.
Right. To make a bunch of new little werewolves. Survival of the species, genetic override. You're
drawn to the person who gives you the best chance to pass on the wolf gene.
I waited for her to tell me where she was qoinq with this.
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If I was any good for that, Sam would have been drawn tome.
Her pain was enough that I broke stride under it.
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And then she was suddenly the pain-hardened Leah from before. I'm talking about being a genetic
dead end, Jacob. Cheap Rosetta Stone V3
The vicious edge to her words left me floundering. I hadn't expected to have my anger trumped.
I don't understand.
Youwould, if you weren't just like the rest of them. If my "female sfu/T—she thought the words with
a hard, sarcastic tone— didn't send you running for cover just like any stupid male, so you could
actually pay attention to what it all means.
Oh.
Yeah, so none of us like to think about that stuff with her. Who would? Of course I remembered Leah's Rosetta Stone V3
panic that first month after she joined the pack—and I remembered cringing away from it just like
everyone else. Because she couldn't be pregnant— not unless there was some really freaky religious
immaculate crap going on. She hadn't been with anyone since Sam. And then, when the weeks dragged
on and nothing turned into more nothing, she'd realized that her body wasn't following the normal patterns
anymore. The horror—what was she now? Had her body changed because she'd become a werewolf?
Or had she become a werewolf because her body was wrong? The only female werewolf in the history
of forever. Was that because she wasn't as female as she should be?
None of us had wanted to deal with that breakdown. Obviously, it wasn't like we could empathize.
You know why Sam thinks we imprint,she thought, calmer now.
Sure. To carry on the line.
Right. To make a bunch of new little werewolves. Survival of the species, genetic override. You're
drawn to the person who gives you the best chance to pass on the wolf gene.
I waited for her to tell me where she was qoinq with this.
Rosetta Stone Software
If I was any good for that, Sam would have been drawn tome.
Her pain was enough that I broke stride under it.


