@BadBoyEmbryCall

There was a hum of something underlining my being. The way my lips could still feel him, the taste of him, the sound of that heart of his bearing. All thing I never questioned before, never paid must attention to. Those things in a blink of an eye started to fall into sharp contrast to the rest of the world around me.

And then there was his question… was it a question or a request? He wanted me to ask him to come back, to come back into my home… My space…

Standing there -

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My mind slowly starting to come into force once again, and I knew I should turn and run, that is what I did, I didn’t open my door for people in that way. And yet my feet were on solid ground, at the realisation of what he meant.

My words from earlier.. what I had said to Embry about not being his bed warmer, I hadn’t meant it. Not deep in my heart. I’d seen the real Embry Call, and the man stood before me now, with the smile that was so small and -

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still was unapologetically true.

“I.. I shouldn’t have said what I did before…” I didn’t apologise, because in the moment it’s was a truth I didn’t want to bring to life.

And yet here we stood. The question still hanging in the space between us.

I took two steps back into the middle of the street, my mind fighting my heart. My soul flight the head of reality, and what this all meant to us now. My eyes never once left his until I turned to cross the rest of the street-

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Tilting my head to the side once I was on the path of my house.

“Are you coming?” It was a whisper, but it reached his ears.

“No ulterior motives, I won’t talk… Spirits.. I won’t even punch you…”

I repeated his own words to him with a slight change so it fit me.

I was doing this? Every step after the first kiss, he’d asked for permission. Made sure I was the one to make the decision.

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I smiled and shook my head. “I know... Don't worry about it.” even though it hit harder than I expected at the time. I knew that she didn't mean it. And I really didn't blame her... I'd seen how guys thought they could treat Leah. Not that they ever walked away unscathed.

I followed her across the street and laughed, as mused at the fact that she was barefoot in the middle of the street. This time I recognised the sound.

I listened to her ramble and followed her inside, >

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< pushing her door closed behind me.

“Can I get that last part in writing?” I teased her.

I honestly had no idea where this was going or what any of this was. But the only thing that really I knew absolute certainty was that I was in the right place.

But I had a feeling that Leah probably wasn't as okay with the unknowns that were happening here. “Is or too late for another drink?.... Or...” I laughed and glanced to the window. “Too early?”

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I knew how this would go if I let my brain kick into action so instead, I called for me wolf asking her if she was there.

‘Here, but this is for you and him to work out.’ And then she turned around and went to sleep. She was never fully gone; she could hear and see everything. But we had an agreement and of course the times were mad at one another.

Glancing over my shoulder at him again. “My word means a lot more than a bit of paper.” And I was ten steps ahead of him. -

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I was stood in my kitchen, opening the cabinet, and pulling out two fresh glasses, and then went to take out the two bottles of liquor.

“It’s not too early if you’ve not been to bed. It’s still the same night.” That was my story, and I was sticking to it. Because I most definitely needed a drink or five. “The real question is… do you want a double or should I just hand you a glass and the bottle?”

Because I knew I was going to end up having one more. Ten minutes ago, -

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things had been very different to what had happened. And it dawned on me again... Embry Call kissed me... And I punched him…

“Do you need ice for the lip?” I asked looking my left hand over once.

@HotHeadSheWolf

She had a point... neither of us had slept a wink. but I wasn't going to apologise for that... because that would be like saying I was in the wrong place at the wrong time... but that was the further thing from the truth.

"A double is fine." I had completely forgotten the ache in my jaw until she mentioned it again. I pressed my tongue against the spot inside my cheek that had bled, it was practically healed and the coppery taste was fading away. "That probably a good idea."
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I didn't need to explain to Quil why I'm been punched twice by another Spirit Warrior during the course of the night.

"How's your hand?" I asked her as she flexed her knuckles. "Never realised you were a southpaw." I chuckled. She really pack a hell of a left hook. "And fair warning... three is my limit... next time I'll hit back." That really was true... depending on the situation. But I would never need to defend myself from Leah... she'd never do any serious damage >

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to me. Even if I deserved it.

I couldn't stop watching her now... all the things about her that caught my eyes in the past were now clear as day all the time, not just in those rare ungiarded moments

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Unscrewing the bottle cap I poured a free-handed double, before reaching out and handing it over. Then I stepped around him to walk to the freezer, pulling my hair out of the way and then back up into a messy bun.

I went to grab a couple of sandwich bags. “It’s a good thing I always keep ice in stock at home as well as at the bar.” I pressed my fingers into my left hand, the smarting was all but gone, the swelling would take a little longer. “I’ll live to fight another day.”-

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Opening the bag of ice, I half filled the two bags. Stopping for a second before continuing.

“Southpaw…” There was a word I hadn’t heard since the Cullen’s had left. “Hmm… It was something Emmett pushed me on. He said it was up to us to strengthen our weaknesses. And for a right hander, it’s always the left. Make the left as strong or better, the other guy won’t know what hit him.” I turned to look at him for the first time, and my stomach did that twisting thing. -

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What was that about?

“I wouldn’t expect anything less. It’s a little telling that you need more training time. Two punches and I had you hit the ground without a stop. You need to work on that.” My eyes searched his face, looking for marks I must have left. The swelling was still visible, and I felt something in my chest knowing that I was the one to do it. ( Which was a new feeling too. )

@HotHeadSheWolf

I would have teased her any other night by asking her did she really come that often with swollen knuckles, but Seattle had been on my mind tonight and I wonder if the same was true for her. "Thanks." I took the glass.

I tilted my head at her observation... "Do I?" I asked and it wasn't rhetorical. "The reason I didn't hit back wasn't because I was off guard or too slow, Leah." I took one of the bags of ice from her and pressed it to the side on my face that was probably >

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a little swollen and bruised... but not for long. "It was because I didn't need to. You weren't going to hurt me... at least not anything to would last more than an hour. and I did knock you off your feet." I added.

She had to know that... "I don't need to defend myself from you, Leah."

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Once he took that bag from my hand, I walked back to close the door of the freezer and then went to pour myself a double, but this time it was the bourbon. He was talking to me as I worked around the kitchen.

“You did…” I agreed.

I wasn’t in the habit of lying, and he had taken me off my feet. But I wasn’t in the mood to tell him that it wouldn’t have been as easy if my mind wasn’t reeling with the action I’d just taken. And the reason for that action… -

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It had nothing to do with him. “It doesn’t mean that you give up on training yourself to be better.” It was a given, the better you became the more you needed to do to keep it up.

“Why are you always so certain that I won’t hurt you?” Picking the bag of ice up, with my glass I was walking back towards the living room to sit back down on my couch. We had some how ended up right where we started. -

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On my couch with something to cool down the swelling. Spirits. How had tonight even come to pass?

@HotHeadSheWolf

My brow raised again... That question had to be rhetorical, right? “Well, first of all... We weren’t training. Second, sometimes choosing not to fight back 𝕚𝕤 the better option. And third... I don't really understand the question.”

I pulled the ice pack away to take a sip from the glass. “There is no 𝕨𝕙𝕪 I just know you were not... The same way you know I wouldn't hurt you. You might have forgotten that for a split second once or twice tonight... But most of the time, you >

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< know.”

She did know, didn't she?

I followed her to the living room and say on the couch. I didn't need a reason to trust her. I just did... I mean if she wanted reasons I could list plenty, but none of them would be 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 the was no singular or collective reason... It was just the way I felt.

My eyes only left her as we walked in here.

“Unless I was... For whatever reason endanger the tribe or a human... You wouldn't hurt me. It any of us... And even then, only >

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Taking a sip from the glass I set it down on the table before me. My elbows in my knees as I lent over placing the bag of ice over my knuckles. A sense of ease washed over my hand, and I took a beat before turning my head to look back at him as he joined me again on the crouch.

I took a few deep breaths, thinking of his answer. It was a round about way of saying that it was trust. Trust of knowing at the end of the day, his Beta wouldn’t harm him of the others in the pack. -

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I slipped the ice bag around looking back at it. Allowing my mind the time to adjust to everything.

I could still feel his hands on me, and how they were the same temperature as my skin. His lips on mine… Spirits that was real!

“So.. it’s about trusting your Beta right? Knowing that she would do right by you and all the pack?”

Where was I going with this? For once I didn’t know. The words were coming because this was a curve ball I didn’t see coming. I was trying to -

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Understand how I didn’t know, how I don’t see it.

“Why did you kiss me?” There.. it was said.. the elephant in the room was being addressed.

@HotHeadSheWolf
There it was again... the one thing that she kept coming back to. That she was the Beta. "Of course, I know that." I watched her ice her knuckles. the way she slipped in and out of deep thoughts.

"But that's not what I meant. I trust the girl I grew up with... that called us in our bullshit... let us get into all sorts of trouble and stopped us getting into too much trouble... And the woman she grew up to be wouldn't hurt me."

All of that was the answer to her next question >

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< too... and none of it was at the same time.

"Because... things have been changing Leah, between the two of us. That has been clear for a very long time but I really didn't know why." I took a breath... i was norally prett good with words.. but finding the right words for this were. "When I was leaving here... I just..." I set the glass down and dragged my hand through my hair. "It all seemed really clear, i knew that i would regret it if I didn't turn back. Then when I >

@BadBoyEmbryCall

My lips worked, biting the cheek Maude of my cheeks as I let what he was telling me settle, letting it breath and sink in.

I didn’t speak right away, because there was so much there to unpacked. Because he did it again, he made a point to clarify the difference between the Beta who was born to protect them all, and the woman who sat here with swollen knuckles.

Turning my attention to him again, the ice bag some how grounding me in the now.

But the words weren’t there. -

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“Spirits…” I closed my eyes before looking over to him. That weight on my chest had lifted. There were so many questions. The first… why had I gone to him? Why had I kissed him?

‘Because you know it felt right?’ The voice wasn’t of my wolf, this was a voice of wisdom, I knew if she were here she would smack me up the side of my head.

“So much has changed… I just… I didn’t know how… or why…”

Nodding towards his face. “And I’m not apologising for that one. You deserved it.”

@HotHeadSheWolf
I wanted to ask her questions too... Why did she tell me to go? Why did it hurt her to watch me leave?

I nodded. "I hate to admit it but you're not wrong... I just caught up with all those thoughts in my head... I have a habit of leaping without thinking."

And wasn't that why I had come hear in the first place? Because that was a weakness of mine an i was worried I might act without thinking and regret losing something important to me? "I think I used my quota of sensible >

@HotHeadSheWolf < decisions asking you to hold onto the for me. But at the same time... If I'd let you know what i was thinking you nevr would have let me get close enough... and then you never would have felt..." I remebered the kiss.

The heat, and the stillness and the way my entire body woke up.

"What happened to you?" I asked quitely. I dropped my eys from hers, it was hard to picture that look on her face. "In the door way... What was that?" >

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My head tilted in agreement; we all knew this about Embry. It wasn’t a bad thing, well not always. But sometimes I wished he slowed down, took the time to think through the repercussions of his actions. Then again, most people knew that when it came to him, nothing was done in malice. He only ever wanted the best for people.

Lifting the glass from the table I took two hard sips. Letting the liquor work it’s way down into my stomach. Now some part of -

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me wishing I’d taken out the bottle of moonshine. But I hadn’t touched that stuff since Seattle.

Setting the glass down on the table again, I turned the bag of now melting ice once again. “That’s a loaded question.” I whispered right back, dropped my head back into the couch I closed my eyes thinking how or if I wanted to tell him.

“I was disobeying the Spirits… I wasn’t taking the path they were trying to show me… And that was them showing me how the -

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lost of the path would play out. What it would do to me… to you… That… was then making me feel what you were feeling.” Which was why I knew, why I had to find out for myself.

@HotHeadSheWolf I wasn't sure what to think about word 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘. Did that mean she hadn't chosen to follow me?

“That seems like an extreme to get a message across...” I watched her lean back. It couldn't be that. The way she’d light on she’d kissed me outside. Her hand on the back of neck pulling me down to her and kissing my without any hesitation. She was searching too... For that feeling, my heart skipped again remembering it. Even now... When I was pretty sure that she was as confused >

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< and thrown as I was there was a spatk of excitement that only dimmed when I thought about her standing in the doorway.

“You choose your own path Leah... They can lay them out for us, they can guide us. But ultimately we choose. Otherwise I never would have wounld up in that parking lot...” I remembered the story I told her is Seattle. “You never would have thought wound up in that ring. We both taken paths that felt wrong. I could have kept walking... I decided not to... >

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< That whatever this pull is that keeps bringing me to you was too good to walk away from. When we’re to--” I stopped before I said together because it intoned expectations that I didn't have. It also implied that it was only true when we were alone... But that wasn't it either.

“Lately, when we're both is the same place I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be. Like at the bar tonight... Or, when you walked in when was playing the piano; it was something I kept to >