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Chapter 1: Chorus

Scuffing my feet against the cold, hard sidewalk had always been a release for me, to inflict pain on something that couldn't feel it, to take the hurt away from the meaningless life that I was living.

The clouds overhead dampened the air to suffocating standards, the threat of rain looming in the near future. But that was what La push was, a rain net.

"Claire wait!" Called a deep voice from behind me. I huffed as I realized who it was.

"Yes?" I said, frazzled and feeling slightly guilty. I turned around slowly and came face to face with the distraught expression of Dylan.

"Why won't you go out with me?" He said sadly, his deep blue eyes holding nothing but sincerity. I sighed, and fiddled with my long brown hair awkwardly, trying in vain to come up with a suitable excuse, one that wouldn't seem like I was completely and totally shallow.

"Because…I…. I just can't Dylan…" I said softly, watching dangerously as his face masked over with an iron look.

"I see. I though you were a nice girl Claire, I really did. But I guess I was wrong." He said savagely, turning on his heel and walking back the way towards the school.

Of course I felt bad about lying to Dylan, if he knew the real reason that I wouldn't go out with him, I would be the laughing stock of the community, not to mention the pack. Yes the pack, as in group of wolves. They had been my best friends since…ever, and nothing or no one could replace them, for theY held such a massively large amount of space in my heart.

Especially Quil.

My insides fuzzed, and warmed at just the mere thought of him, and I smiled despite myself, smiled at the cause of all my turmoil. The truth was that, I had said no because I was waiting, to afraid to take a chance just in case I lost the one thing in the world that I had ever wanted to so much, needed so much.

Quil.

He was everything that I had wanted in a friend, but now I wanted more, I wanted him, and all him to myself. I daresay that I had fallen in love with him over the years…

I was greedy.

My shoes continued to scuff against the concrete as my heart took off in sporadic paces, my thoughts straying back to Quil every few seconds.

I had always dreamed of Quil as my knight in shining armour, the one person that could save me from anything and everything in this world, and only a few years later after those dreams began to stop, I was told of the pack, the reason that Quil sometimes had to skip out on babysitting me, or taking me to the park. The reason he had to give up most of his time with me was because he was werewolf. A real god forsaken werewolf.

A werewolf that had cast a spell on me.

I had only been asked out twice since hitting my freshman year of high school, but I had turned both down, hoping that Quil would take there spot.

It was a stupid wish, one that would never come true. But I was too greedy, and oblivious to care. Too in love.

I rounded the corner on to my driveway, and stumbled up the small porch steps, pushing myself into the door and unlocking the stiff bolt with my key. I frowned as the door swung open, surprised to see that the lights in the nearest hallway had been left on, my mother never left them on. She was 'green'.

"Mom?" I called, taking a tentative step into the foyer and shutting the door behind me.

"Claire, thank god your home." Panicked a voice that was definitely not my mothers, it was a voice that could make even the coldest person melt on the inside…

"Quil, what are you doing here?" I said softly, dropping my keys on the small table, and tucking my arms around my body self consciously.

"I'll explain later, we have to leave…now." He said firmly, grabbing my wrist and pulling back through the door again. Despite the fact that his searing hot touch burned, and warmed my wrist, the cold evening air chilled me to the bone, his words even more so.

"Where are we going?" I asked, almost jogging to keep up with his incredibly long legs and fast pace. Quil had to be at least six foot eight, and his towering figure combined with his dark beauty had the potential to scare people away. Except me.

"Pack stuff." Was all he said, but it was enough. "We're not going fast enough…" He grumbled, and without any warning he scooped me up in to his arms, and swivelled me onto his back, taking off as fast as his long legs could take him.

I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my face in his hair smiling as his wonderful cinnamon scent took over my senses.

The wind swirled and whistled in my ears as we sped through the fading sunlight, heading down one of the most familiar roads in La push, the rode to my aunt Emily, and Uncle Sam's house.

"What kind of pack stuff?" I said loudly in his ear. He winced slightly as he gathered himself together to answer my question, which I thought in truth was not an extremely hard thing to answer.

"It's nothing you need to worry about Claire-bear." He said sweetly, and swung both of us into the driveway of my aunt's house. He jumped up the porch, and rushed through the doorway, the smell of my aunt's famous cooking swamping my nose, Quil however balked in the doorway, and slowly let me down to my feet, turning me so that I faced him.

"Claire I need you to stay in this house for me, don't you dare leave it." He warned softly, his delicious chocolate brown eyes looking at me from underneath a small cropped head of black hair.

I nodded, scared at his seriousness.

A wolf howled in the night, and I saw Quil stiffen considerably, his molten eyes straying from me for the slightest of seconds. I stared him quietly.

"You will come back for me tonight won't you?" I said softly, asking him the same question that I always asked him when he left for serious pack business. He chuckled softly.

"There's nothing to be afraid of Claire-bear, I'm coming back, just for you." He said quietly, his voice however was drowned out by a chorus of new howls, loud, and disconcerting. He swore under his breath.

"I have to go Claire, something's wrong." He hissed, glancing down at me again. I stood frozen, slightly shaken by the insistence of the howls that were now coming from the woods behind my aunt's house.

"Be careful Quil, promise me." I whispered, and watched as he slowly nodded his head.

An impulse rose inside of me, and I reached up to kiss him tenderly on the cheek, watching in slight amusement as his face reddened beneath his russet skin.

"Love you Claire." He said softly, and bounded out of the open door, yelling for Emily to take me as he disappeared in the dark.

"Love you to Quil." I whispered. "More then you know."