Six months later.

The alarm clock begins its incessant beeping. I groan and fumble with the covers to free my arm, then roll over and attempt to switch it off. However I miss and hit the corner of the bedside table.

"Shit!" I yelp, cradling my hand. That really hurt!

I hear a sleepy chuckle and turn my head to see Joel. "Did it hurt?" he asks, pretending to be sympathetic. Bastard.

"Yes, actually." I sniff. He laughs and puts his arm round my waist. I snuggle up to him.

"You'll be late for work." he mumbles in my ear. He seems to have finally perfected the right volume- normally when he whispers in my ear it deafens me.

I shrug. "I don't need it."

"Except to pay the rent and fund your ridiculous compulsive shoe buying habit." Joel reminds me.

"Blame Lizzie for that." I yawn.

Joel snorts and then kisses me gently, then pulls back, looking at me oddly.

"What?" I ask, sitting up and putting a hand to my hair. "Have I got bed head?"

Joel shakes his head.

"Oh, good. You have though." I tell him, then settle back down in his arms comfortably. Then I sit up again when he stays still, a confused look on his face.

"What?" I demand, getting irritated now. He sits up and frowns.

"I just want to see something." He says and places a hand on my cheek, then on the back of my neck and finally on my arm.

"Are you done now?" I moan.

"You're not hot."

"Oh, thanks." I huff.

Then his words sink in.

"What?"

"You're normal temperature." He says, resting a hand on my knee.

"Normal...temperature?" I repeat, dumbfounded. He nods, then we both scramble out of bed at the same time.

"I've got a thermometer somewhere!" he calls back to me as he pads out of the bedroom.

Could it be...?

I pace back and forth, my mind working furiously. His whisper down my ear was exactly that, a whisper. And thinking about it, his hands didn't feel cool like they normally do. And he said I don't feel hot.

Could I be...?

As I stop pacing and turn to face the door my eye is caught by something on the bed sheet.

One drop of blood.

Joel dashes back in and shoves the thermometer in my mouth. I nearly choke, but don't spit it out. I have to know now.

"37°." He says in a hushed voice. Speechless, I point to the bed. His eyes narrow in confusion and I run out to the bathroom.

It's definite. I need clean shorts. My first period in 2 years.

I'm me again. The real me.

Leah Clearwater. Not the girlie-wolf. Not a Second.

Not the desperate girl who was abandoned by Sam. Not the broken girl who was fixed by Joel.

No more phasing. No more imprinting. No more werewolf.

I scream and shout Joel. He swings me round and kisses me hard on the lips.

If I'm no longer a wolf, I can't imprint. If I can't imprint, I can't lose Joel. I end up being two hours late for work, but I don't care.

Before I came here I wanted to imprint, to forget my love for Sam completely and utterly. And I haven't, it's still there, in my heart, but there is more love now for Joel.

And who needs imprinting when you could fall in love the old fashioned way?

A/N TA DAAA!!!!

It's finished! Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing, especially those who have been reviewing since the start (too many to write down but you must know who you are). All the reviews make me so happy. Seriously I walk round grinning for ages about them =] lol. And I was never a big fan of Sam, but I didn't mean to kill him. I was origianlly going to kill of Seth, but I actually physically couldn't do it (he's my favourite character out of the whole series) and then I wrote that chapter and my hand just wrote that Sam died. I've really loved writing this story. I love Joel...is it sad to love your own character? I actually kind of have an idea in my head for a sequel type establishment, but I don't know whether to try and write it or not. I might have a go and see how it turns out. Hmm. Watch this space. Lol.

Disclaimer: This is just in case, I don't particularly fancy getting sued. I am not Stephenie Meyer, therefore I do not own anything, except for the town that Leah moves too, Sharon and Joel. And I like to think that I half own Lizzie. I own Toby too, but I don't really like him so I don't care. I tried to arrange a swop with Stephenie- Toby for Seth- but she didn't seem interested. Anyway, so dont sue me.

I'm waffling now, so I'll shut up.