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My mother had once told me that everyone has a guardian angel. Whether the angel be human or not, she told me never to worry because there would always be someone or something looking after me. She died a year later, along with my dad and older sister. Where were their guardian angels then? Taking a coffee break?
I moved to La Push the minute the funeral ended, and have been living with my aunt Emily and her family since I was seven. And ever since I was seven, I've known who my guardian angel is. Although I doubt angel is the perfect word to describe the big furry wolf that is my best friend, Quil.
I've known him and the pack since I was seven. Or at least that's how much of it I remember. Apparently I had been to La Push before, when I was around two years old, but I can't remember that far back. I suppose, to the outsider, my childhood was very, very screwed up. But what's a girl to do? I fell in love with each werewolf and the warmth they radiated.
When I turned 14, I learned their secret. I couldn't look at them for a week after that, a little scared, a little worried, a lot surprised. It made sense, of course it did. The way they ate, the size, the warmth, the agility and the way they were always in sync with each other. At the time, I was scared shitless. But then, I saw them for the first time in their wolf forms. First uncle Sam had come, the largest of them all. I wanted to run away, but aunt Emily held me in place, and then walked me over to him. He nuzzled her legs, and she bent down and pet him. I could hardly believe my eyes. And then one by one, I saw all ten dogs that made up my family.
The bonfire had occurred the following night, and I learned all about the Quilete history and the vampires. Of course, this didn't make the fear go away, but the fact that I had ten protectors, the fierce leader staying in the same house as me, made it a little easier to sleep at night. And ever since then, my world has been complete chaos.
In the past three years, Leah and Collin had gotten married to each other, to the shock of the entire pack. Paul, Jacob, Brady, Jared and uncle Sam were already married before that, and Embry had proposed to his girlfriend a few months ago. Little Seth, the smallest of the pack (out of all of them, he was the closest to my height), was "still looking for his special someone," as he so cheesily put it, and Quil…Well, Quil was still single. I've told him a hundred and seventeen times that he's never going to find someone if he doesn't stop babysitting me, but Quil is Quil, so he'll never listen to anyone.
I couldn't understand why though, who wouldn't want to be in love? Perhaps my view of the world had been a little mislead, growing up around people who found their soulmates and made sure the world knew it. After watching Sam watch Emily, seeing Leah and Collin's face whenever they looked at each other, watching Jake light up whenever Honor walked in the room, I didn't understand how ANYONE could not want to be in love, let alone Quil, who had watched all their loves from the very beginning. Then again, Quil would be Quil. Stupid, silly, goofy, yet ridiculously sweet and charming at the same time. He made me feel better than anyone else could, but he still managed to confuse the hell out of me.
My name is Claire Dearborn, and this is where my story picks up. Remember the chaos about my life that I had told you about? Well, that was nothing compared to what happened a few months before I turned 18.
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