petrichor [rosalie hale]

xxxiii. not again

Jacob had laughed too, joking that he was just grateful that Quil hadn't imprinted on a two year old. Kiara and Emily had agreed, glad they weren't being put in that uncomfortable position any time soon.

In present time, Kiara, was right in the midst of the action, her agility and speed giving her an edge on the field. She had always been one of the quickest in the pack, but since she was currently off patrol until Sam was 100% sure that her and Jacob were back in the right headspace, she had a lot of energy to burn. She was grateful for the camaraderie and the acceptance she had found among her pack brothers in the recent weeks, and how they'd gone out of their way to make her feel comfortable around them again. 

Of course, a few of them were still a little bit icy about the imprinting on a vampire thing, but there had since been a small rapport that had been built between the vampires and the wolves. Carlisle had saved the twins lives, and in return, Sam had allowed them to keep Bree in Forks. The elders had been furious after hearing about this decision, but Sam had reminded them that he was the alpha - and they had no say in how he chose to operate his pack.

"Hey, Kie," Sam called out as the game slowed down a little, a smile on his face as he pecked Emily on the cheek as rose to his feet. He brushed the sand off his shorts, motioning for the girl to come over to him.

Within minutes, Kiara found herself walking alongside Sam as they wandered a little further up the beach. 

"Kiara," Sam said warmly, "The imprint is a special gift, and it's clear that you and Rosalie are meant to be together."

Kiara nodded, her heart full of love. She wasn't entirely sure where Sam was going with this, but she was glad that he was starting to truly accept the imprint connection between the two of them. Rosalie had visited her once on the reservation, but both girls had made the decision that Kiara would just visit her from then on. Not all of the elders had been as delicate as her father when seeing the vampire was on La Push land.

Sam smiled. "Imprints are rare and sacred, and you both deserve every ounce of happiness. I just wanted to let you know, and I'm sorry I haven't been able to say this sooner, that it's okay. You can breathe now. I'm not going to let anyone come between that imprint ever again."

"Thanks Sam, I really appreciate that."

As they walked, Kiara couldn't help but reflect on the beauty of her life. Her love for Rosalie and the bond with her pack brothers were a testament to the power of unity and love. In this extraordinary world of vampires and shapeshifters, they had found something truly magical – a love that transcended time and a family that would stand by them through eternity.

The legacy of the Quileute wolf pack would continue, and with every passing day, the bonds of love and brotherhood would grow stronger, fueled by the gratitude Kiara felt for her imprint and her pack brothers.

And as her, Sam and the rest of her packmates stood together on the shores of La Push beach, Kiara knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be – surrounded by love, family, and a love that would endure forever.

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A few days after their fun evening of beach soccer, Kiara found herself talking to Rosalie on the phone. They had been talking on the phone every night since Rosalie had visited La Push, having only had the time to see each other during her daily visits to get her blood checked by Carlisle. She had been officially given the all-clear by the doctor that day, so she was no longer required to go over every morning.

Despite that, Rosalie and Kiara knew that she was still going to be at their house tomorrow as soon as the sun rose in the sky. Their conversations had been filled with laughter, genuine interest, and a hint of calmness for the first time in a long time.