꧁ SETUP: Leah has been best friends with Sierra Lee for as long as she can remember, and the girl holds a special place in her heart. However, she is forced to settle a conflict when her imprint, Dahlia, is overwhelmed by a burning jealousy towards Leah's dedication to her best friend. ꧂

"DAHLIA, WILL YOU take a deep breath? There's nothing going on between me and Sierra!"

"I can see how much you care for her, Leah! You're practically at her hand and foot whenever she asks!" The irate shapeshifter argued, hands folded across her chest as she attempted to keep a lid on her temper.

Leah ran a hand down her face, tired of having this conversation over and over. Sierra was perfectly happy with her fiancé, Lewis, and Dahlia was simply being irrational.

     The door to Leah's bedroom creaked open, and Dahlia's fists clenched when Sierra's head peeked in. "Oh, hey, guys. Am I interrupting something?"

     When Leah answered "no," Dahlia spat out, "yes."

     Sierra was conflicted on what to do, but the icy glares that Dahlia was throwing her way was making her feel uncomfortable. "Okay, I guess I'll leave."

"Wait, Sierra," Leah stopped her. "Come inside. I want you to tell Dahlia that she has nothing to worry about."

Sierra hesitated before fully stepping inside the room, closing the door gently behind her. She stood in front of the two women, tension rising in the air. Dahlia didn't come across as a person who could be coerced so easily, and Sierra decided to just reveal her true feelings.

"Okay, you want the truth? I don't think you have Leah's best interests at heart, Dahlia."

The Thompsen girl raised a challenging eyebrow, pursing her lips and stepping forward. "Oh, really? And what would make you think that?"

"Well, for starters, you encourage Leah to hang out with that asshole Sam Uley when we all know what he did to her."

Dahlia scoffed, and Leah could already sense her imprint was thinking of starting a war in her bedroom. "Excuse me, what makes you think that you know anything about me or Leah?"

"I've known her longer than you have," Sierra retorted, tired of beating around the bush. "I know what's really good for Leah."

"Then let's ask her, shall we?" Dahlia said, eyes narrowing. She turned to her imprint, who looked like she wanted to disappear from the conversation entirely. "Leah, who do you think knows you better and what's good for you?"

Leah looked up at the ceiling, hands folding together.

"God, I know I've never believed in you, but now would be a good time to send me a miracle."