Chapter One: Well than who are you?
So this was it, the moment Quil was going to tell me everything. It was all finally going to make sense. All the mess of words I had heard from growing up around Quil, my protector, brother, and friend. The thing was, I was 16, and very much wanted us to be more.
The question was, did he?
He had just led me outside, and said my gift was the gift of truth, that words like "pack", "imprint", and "phase" would make sense. He quickly sat me down and proceeded to tell me some mind blowing things, like apparently there were such things as vampires, and werewolves, and apparently Quil had the ability to turn into a giant brown wolf. The one question he didn't answer though was what "imprinting" was.
Suddenly, he said "Claire I understand if you hate me, I really do, just please speak."
In response I turned to him and said "I won't hate you, but you did leave out what imprinting was."
With a sigh he turned to me and said "Claire imprinting is when a werewolf finds his soul mate, and I did, fourteen years ago, Claire I imprinted on you when you were two. And before you say anything, or think I'm a pervert; know that until you reached fifteen I simply wanted to protect you, for you to be safe with me in your life. It was only recently that I began to think of you as an equal, as someone I could love like that."
My head was spinning, suddenly my coy little remark about well if you aren't what you say you are, then who are you?
With a jump, before I even could comprehend what I was doing I ran, far away from everything, back into the woods where I often painted, where everything made sense.
Only then could I begin to wrap my mind around the facts that were just laid before me.
A/N: I know, a bit stereo typical, but you see I had to have it start that way, so really in the end it all would make sense, if y'all think it's decent I think I shall write the next chapter from Quil perspective…… a review maybe?