So this chapter is going to be in Quil's POV. Not sure how many chapters I will do like this but it's important for you all to see his thoughts when Brady calls him. Thanks to those who reviewed J

When Claire was taken from us I was shattered. I spent the majority of the first three years as a wolf. I traveled the country in search of her and her family. Sam finally convinced me to come home when my grandfather got sick. I never gave up hope though. I always thought that she would find her way back to me.

When my grandfather passed away, he left me his estate, and all of his money. Although most people would never know, I came from wealth. I invested a small amount of the money into a gas station in Seattle, and I lived part time there, and part time in La Push. When my investment began to pay off, I bought up the only gas station in La Push, and put all the wolves to work there. It helped make us look normal. Eventually, I owned five gas stations, and then ten. I named them OQC. Old-Quil-Claire. The two most important people that ever came into my life.

It was hard for me to carry on with life without Claire. But I tried because I knew she would never just want me to lay down and die. I kept to myself for the most part. But I never once ever gave up hope that Claire would come back to me.

I was in my truck when Brady called me. "Hey, Brad. What's up, man?"

"Please, god, tell me you are near OQC. Please tell me you are in La Push today," He sounded breathless.

"I have a meeting at the bank in fifteen minutes. I just pulled out of my driveway. What's wrong?"

"Quil, Claire is here. We don't know why, but she's here with a friend. Quil, fucking come now. We can only stall her so long." My heart stopped. I felt tears well up in my eyes. "Quil, man, she's fucking gorgeous. Seriously, she could be a goddamn model."

I didn't even know what to say. My heart began to race. "I'm coming. You better not be wrong. If you're wrong I'll kill you."

I hung up without another word. My hands were shaking. Claire was here. I drove 30 miles per hour over the speed limit and I was there within 3 minutes.

My legs felt like jello when I stepped out of my truck. I could feel the pull in my tummy grow stronger. I already knew it was her because I started to feel whole again.

I took a few deep breaths before I opened the door.

Brady was right. She's stunning. She's the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on. She was little. Couldn't be much taller than 5 feet. She had dark brown hair that was pulled back away from her striking face. It was long, if I had to guess I'd say well passed her waist. I would recognize those big green eyes anywhere. They still looked as round and innocent as I remembered. Her lips were plump and pink. She had tanned skin, and French-manicured fingers. She was definitely a woman now. She had curves. Her chest was, well, you could say she was blessed with a chest. She had a tiny waist and plentiful hips and bottom. Her legs looked like they went on for days, which was surprising due to how short she was. Although I'm sure the heels were helping with that.

I couldn't stop staring at her. She was breath-taking. "Claire," I couldn't help but speak her name. I knew she wouldn't remember me. She was only six when her parents took her and her siblings away.

She was staring at me just as intensely as I was staring at her. "Quil." My heart pattered at the sound of my name. I never in a million years thought she'd remember me.

"You remember me?" I was shocked.

She didn't say anything, just nodded her head. I was struck with the thought that we probably could've handled this better. I'm sure she was feeling overwhelmed. I was about to ask her if she wanted to take a seat, when her eyes started to roll back.

"Claire?" I asked, panic shooting through my tone.

Then she fainted.

Not going to post the next chapter until I get five more reviews. Yeah, I"m evil.