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Chapter 11

Quil's POV

After another restless night I welcomed the first signs of the impending dawn. I opened my eyes becoming conscious of the fact that the date I had been dreading was not upon me anymore, but right here, in front of me, pointing its bony finger at me announcing Paul's death. It was the last day of the five weeks. I knew all too well that after that day all bets were off and Paul was free to do as he pleased. My first conscious minutes were marked by an increasing panic at the realization of what the date meant. There was the distinct possibility that after that day I would be mourning for my best friend, my first lover and the love of my life.

I secretly wished I could be there for him. The deal had been made between both of us and I felt guilty for abandoning him. It was totally idiotic since he caused my absence with his deceit; I just loved him too much and felt like I needed to protect him from his own destructive thoughts. He would never be there to protect me, but I liked the idea that I was a better man for caring or maybe I was just an imbecile, it didn't matter anyway. I needed to do something, anything to anchor myself and not run to him, feeling everything would be fine if he was in the protective cocoon of my arms.

"There better be somebody dead or dying." Was Jacob's greeting when he answered the phone. It was understandable since it was five in the morning.

"Good morning to you too sunshine." I answered trying to placate the cranky wolf.

"Quil what the fuck are you doing calling Seth's cell phone? And worse, at this ungodly hour?"

"I called your land line but nobody answered and you don't have a cell phone. What did you expect me to do? This is important." I answered in a trembling voice, not that I was scared of my alpha, I was too worried to be scared of his bad temper.

"Sorry man, you know I'm a jerk when somebody wakes me up too early. How are you?"

"I'm good but this is not a social call. Do you know what's today's date?" There was no time for pleasantries; with each passing minute the moment in which Paul's life would be cut short was closer.

"What the hell do I know? Right know I barely remember my name."

"Today is the last day of the deal I made with Paul, today is the last day of the five weeks, remember now?"

"Oh shit, I forgot all about that. Are you here in the rez?"

"If I was in the reservation, would I be calling you? Man you need coffee."

"Fuck you Quil. Anyway before I forget to tell you, I'm fucking pissed with you. Taking off and leaving the pack was not cool at all, if the problems with Paul were so serious you should've come to me. I'm your fucking alpha for goodness sake!"

"Yeah yeah, we'll talk about it one of these days. But I need you to take care of Paul. He needs his brothers and his friends, please don't leave him alone or I'm afraid he will kill himself." I said the last four words slowly trying to make a point.

"Paul is not exactly in good terms with the pack, you know that. First all the drama with Leah and then the way he chased you away from your home…" I had to interrupt him before he said something that would make me lose the desire to help him.

"Jacob please, focus! That's not important, if you don't do something about it he will jump from the fucking cliff and I will never forgive myself. Do you understand that?"

"Shit man no need to scream, I hear you loud and clear. If it is that important I will call the pack and we'll camp at his house. He will not be able to take a crap without our supervision. Is that good enough for you?"

"Jake, swear to me that you'll everything in your power to stop him. Use any means necessary, tie him to a chair or use your alpha voice, just don't let him die please, I'm begging you." I was terrified of getting a call from my family to tell me he was gone. In my mind he was already gone but my heart refused to let him go and his death would be devastating.

"Quil you have my word. Now, will you tell me where you are and what the hell happened between you and Paul?" Demanded my alpha, it almost sounded like a condition to help Paul.

"I can't tell you Jake, I need my space and time to come to terms with many things." Jacob was using my request as a bargaining chip to learn of my whereabouts and what happened between Paul and me. I didn't budge, my location was nobody's business and what happened with Paul was too humiliating and I had no intention of sharing it with anybody.

"Sure, sure. I expect you to tell me sooner than later, deal?"

"Will you take care of Paul?"

"I already gave you my word; that should be enough."

"It is, thank you, please keep me posted."

"Will do, since I'm wide awake now I think I'll mess with the pack and call them now to go to Paul's house. Misery loves company you know." There was some sad humor in Jake's voice.

"Believe me I know. Bye, brother and again thanks."

"Are you going to keep thanking me? It is fucking annoying. We are brothers. Never forget that." I missed my friends so much, they were more than friends they were the family destiny chose for me. The bond we shared was special and unique. The legend of our pack will forever be remembered in the histories of our people and that was an honor like no other.

"I won't." With a heavy hearth but renewed hope I hung up the phone and began getting ready for my day. I knew I wasn't going to be of much help today since even during the menial task of getting dressed my mind was hundreds of miles away.

I understood Jacob's reluctance to aid in Paul's protection, after all he and Seth were the only ones besides my family who knew how I felt about Paul. The way I bolted from the reservation without even saying goodbye was indicative of something serious. At the end he agreed to help Paul. All I had left was pray and wait.

At dusk I ran to my room and sinking to my knees I prayed to God, to his grandfather, to our ancestors and finally directed all my thoughts to him. In my mind I crossed the distance between Pendleton and La Push and sent him all my love and all my caring. He had been a monster, but even monsters need somebody to care for them. He only had me and even through the distance I felt I could reach him. That maybe we did have a special connection I once felt. Maybe I was deluding myself but stranger things had happened.

Around nine o'clock my phone rang and Jacob's number shined on the screen. With shaking fingers I pressed the keys to answer.

"He is ok Quil." It was Seth's voice. "Jacob is still with him, it took a lot of convincing but the whole pack rallied together to take care of him. There are some new developments that helped the guys to convince him."

"What new developments Seth?"

"I don't know, that is all they told me, don't worry about him Quil. He promised he will not do anything crazy. In addition Jake and I agreed this was an occasion that demanded the use his alpha voice if it became necessary to order him to desist of his idea. He could find a way around it, but I have a feeling he will respect the order."

"Thank you Seth and please thank Jacob and the guys for me."

"Sure Quil, I will, bye."

"Bye."

After hanging up the phone I felt my soul slowly returning to my body and air filling my lungs as I breathed easily once more. For now I trusted my pack to keep him alive, even if I was not there physically, my brothers had his back. A huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, the ghost of his death left my perception and in his place it left peace. The threat of his impending death did not exist anymore. The constant worry was no more. I didn't need to count the days crossing them off in my calendar waiting for the fatidic day when he would leave this earth.

Maybe the whole incident between us served to show him he was still charming and could make anybody fall in love with him. If this was the case I was grateful for the whole experience, if my pain served to keep him alive I welcomed it and was grateful for every tear I spilled. In my sick mind I saw a purpose to my suffering. If his happiness depended on me becoming a martyr I was fine with it.

Now that I knew he was going to be fine it was time for me to take care of myself and help my broken heart heal completely. Without the constant worry weighting heavily on my psyche, I could divert my energy to finding a reason to keep on living. Paul was alive and if the pack kept helping him he would be with them for a long time. It was time for Quil Ateara to live again, not as somebody's friend or wingman, but as a man who had been hurt but was strong enough to face adversity and come out victorious.

Life in the farm was hard and unexciting. With my days starting at five thirty in the morning the main incentive to get up so early was the amazing breakfasts Mrs. Hill cooked for us. I used to think that Emily was the best cook in the world but Mrs. Hill took the prize away from her. Opening my eyes to the aroma of bacon, steak and fresh blueberry muffins made up for my horrible nights.

Since I got here it had been the same routine, dinner at seven with bedtime at nine. It took some getting used to, but there was not much to do anyway. I hated bedtime, not being used to going to bed so early it took me forever to fall asleep and that only lead to my mind betraying me with thoughts of a certain cruel but sexy wolf.

I was determined and focused on my own healing; unfortunately my brain forgot to inform my heart of my decision. It was extremely frustrating, I didn't expect to feel perfectly happy any time soon but as days passed I felt worse and worse. Paul's words were constantly on my mind lulling me to sleep with their torturous sound. I cried myself to sleep every night and was thankful that with my body heat the pillow was dry every morning. I had to admit to myself that even after all the abuse I still loved him. Knowing that he played me just so he could get in my pants filled me with shame and regret. How could I be so blind? Maybe it was not blindness, it may had been a case of being too naïve or just plain stupid.

Giving myself to him had been a mistake, maybe the biggest one I would ever make. At the moment it felt wonderful, perfect even. When I was a little boy I use to lie down on the warm sand and look at the clouds, finding shapes in the billowy forms. Once I asked my mom what it felt like to touch a cloud, I will always remember her answer. When you have an experience in your life that makes you so happy that you feel like your soul leaves your body and climbs up to the heavens, that's how it feels to touch a cloud. To her that moment had been when I was born. The moment Paul and I became one had been my cloud, under his touch I felt I reached heaven. Unfortunately for me the white, puffy cloud turned into a gray, thunderous, stormy cloud that destroyed everything I used to be.

I hated nights, especially since Paul was present in my dreams almost every night. My dreams ranged from wonderful happy dreams to horrible nightmares. I created many fantasies in my mind to help me get through the many lonely nights knowing that he was in Aaron's or Leah's arms and those fantasies were part of my good nights. On bad nights I was forced to recall the events of the last night I spent in La Push, all the good and all the bad. I was never so grateful for an early wakeup call than on those nights.

My days were filled with more work than I felt I could complete. Mr. Hill insisted that I was doing fine and many kids could learn from my work ethic, but I felt he was just trying to encourage me. I missed my family and the pack; they had been a constant presence all through my life. That was another thing I resented Paul for; he separated me from my family and friends. He had taken everything from me, even my dignity, but I was determined to regain everything back.

Timothy was Mr. Hill's nephew and of all of them he was the happiest with my arrival. He and his twin sister Claire had been working with Robert, as he insisted we call him, since the season began. Just like me they had just graduated from high school. By the time I got there they had already prepared the soil and were well on their way with the planting. As it usually happens their only tractor broke in the middle of planting and they were behind schedule. The many hours I spent in Paul's garage helped me and I was able to identify the problem and get it fixed quickly. I learned to drive the green monstrous machine easily, but after proving I was hopeless at making straight ditches they insisted I was better equipped for other tasks that did not involve driving in a straight line.

Claire was not only beautiful but a breath of fresh air, she was funny and smart. If I ever liked a girl it would be somebody like her. Since the moment I met her I asked myself if I could really fall for her. I debated if maybe being gay was just a phase that I could outgrow. Maybe it was a choice after all and I could make myself like a girl and forget about Paul. At the end of the day I needed to accept it was stupid to think either, it was not a phase and it was not a choice.

Never in my life I expected to fall in love with a man. I had been oblivious to all the clues. I couldn't recall a time when I liked girls; yes I could find a woman beautiful or even lust after one. But what really got my juices flowing was the idea of a guy's lips on mine. I never gave a second thought to an hourglass shape and firm boobs, but would get an immediate hard-on thinking of a nice chiseled body and hard pecs. Yes I was gay since the moment I took my first breath and it was perfectly fine, especially since my family accepted me just the way I was.

"So Quil, any plans for the weekend?" Asked Claire at the end of the day. It was Friday and we expected to get paid for the past two weeks.

"You're kidding right?" I answered while rolling my eyes. I had not left the farm since the day I got here; it was not a problem since I really didn't feel like doing anything anyway.

"Who knows? Maybe you have been sneaking off in the middle of the night to go into town." Chimed Claire while batting her long lashes.

"And do what? Go window shopping? Everything here closes at nine."

"Well on the weekends they add one show at nine, we could catch a movie."

"I don't know Claire…" I didn't know how to break it gently to her but I didn't feel like going anywhere.

"Damn it Quil, I will pay, please take me ooooout!" She grabbed my arm and shook it while whining like a little girl. It was very cute but the shrill tone of her voice was hurting my sensitive ears.

"Down girl!" I laughed out loud at her cute pouty face.

"C'mon, I offered to pay and everything!" Again the whiny voice, what was with this girl? "Ok, last offer I'll pay your ticket and give you money for gas."

"You are not going to give up, are you?"

"Not a chance."

"Ok I will take you to the movies but you have to tell me the real reason."

"Why do you think I have any special reason?"

"Because never in my life a girl had insisted so much to go out with me."

"Are the girls in your reservation blind?"

"No, they can see very well."

"Then they are stupid because you're fucking hot." This was something I loved about Claire; she was not shy when it came to expressing her opinion. Whether it was to tell me I stunk or that I was hot, I could always expect an honest answer from her.

"Don't change the subject, you still didn't tell me why you are insisting so much."

"Well, go to the movies with me and I will tell you."

"Ok, deal." Too late I realized I fell for the oldest trick in the book. "Hey, wait a minute!"

"Nope, you already called deal."

"You are a sneaky little witch."

"Don't I know it; anyway I'm not that sneaky. Men in general are idiots and you are not the exception. Pick me up tomorrow at eight, the last show on Saturdays gets packed" She said the last line as she took off running towards the main house where Mrs. Hill stood on the porch holding an envelope with what I guessed was her pay. I finished putting everything away before locking the barn.

I couldn't complain about my "date" with Claire. When we arrived to the theater there was already a considerable line that lucky for us moved fairly fast. I couldn't help but notice all the looks I was getting from the young crowd outside the theater. The men looked defensive and distrustful. The girls ranged from looking terrified to looking at me like I was the last drop of water in the desert. I was not the tallest one in the group but was definitely the biggest. My biceps made the sleeves of my black t-shirt stretch to the max, while the fabric clung to my firm abdomen.

After getting our tickets which Claire insisted on paying for, saying that a deal was a deal, we went inside the theater. Once in the lobby she approached a small group of girls that looked at me like I was a strange specimen in a petri dish.

"So Claire, who is your friend?" Asked a girl with too much attitude for her petite body.

"He started working at the Hill's two weeks ago. Quil, this are Nancy, Heather and Evelyn."

"Nice to meet you all." I answered politely.

"What kind of name is Quil?" Asked the same girl, I could guess Claire was not the only sassy girl in this town.

"Is Native American, I'm named after my father and grandfather."

"That's cool, you live in a reservation?" Asked a blond girl with glasses, I tried to remember if she was Nancy or Evelyn. I already knew the bitchy one was Heather.

"Yes, is a very small fishermen reservation in Forks Washington; it's called La Push"

"Fishermen? Is it near the ocean?"

"Ok, ok what is this, twenty questions?" Interrupted Claire. "Anyway we have to go, the movie is starting!" She grabbed my arm pulling me toward the theater.

"Claire, you can be such a bitch sometimes." Again Heather, I wondered why Claire even approached these girls it was obvious she and Heather hated each other's guts.

"Takes one to know one, bye!" Answered Claire without missing a beat.

The movie was pretty good. For the first time in a while I actually watched the movie, being that the last few times I had been to the movies I spent half the time making out with any random girl I asked out that day. As expected after the moviegoers left the parking lot driving away in different directions, the town seemed deserted. Not that Forks was that busy but compared to Pendleton, Forks was as busy as New York City.

"Thanks for the date Quil" Said Claire as she got off the car in front of her house. It worried me that she might be getting the wrong idea, the last thing I wanted was to play with her feelings. Having been played with showed me how humiliating and devastating it could be. I had no intention of hurting this girl or anybody for that matter.

"Claire wait!"

"I'm not kissing you goodnight Quil." She said before laughing at her own joke.

"Is not that, can you get back in the car for a second please?" I extended my arm to open her door from inside. "I think it's necessary for me to clarify something."

Claire interrupted me "I know, I know, this was not a date, don't worry I'm aware of that. Anyway I'm nobody's rebound girl."

"Rebound? How do you…" Again she didn't let me finish, what was with this girl not letting me finish my sentences?

"Sweetie, you are not that hard to figure out."

"Ok now that we've established that, you still didn't answer my question, why did you insist so much on going out tonight?"

"It's kind of a long story and I have church in the morning. I'll tell you next week, see you Monday." She winked an eye, running inside her house before I could insist on an answer. She was definitely sneaky and played me like a fiddle.

Was I so gullible that people could play me like I was a little kid? I knew I didn't have that much life experience, but at least until that moment I didn't consider myself particularly thick-headed. My self-esteem took a serious blow and maybe that was affecting the way I perceived what happened around me. I needed to respect Claire's wishes and if she didn't feel like sharing what was going through her head, I shouldn't think it was because of a complicated scheme to make a fool out of me.

At least leaving the farm for a few hours cut the monotony of my days. I succeeded at focusing my efforts on not thinking of Paul. Once in my room I would continue my torture, wondering what he was doing and if he already stopped laughing at my expense. Just thinking of his name made the blood boil inside my veins, all the anger and resentment threatening to boil over. As I had done so many times in the last two weeks I grabbed my chest as the dull, burning pain intensified. I already stopped wondering the cause for this new affliction thinking and hoping that maybe my heart was getting tired and giving up on me.

Nothing different came with the new week, the same schedule, the same chores and the same life. Claire provided the so much needed respite for my days, making me laugh at all her crazy antics. She was strong as an ox being able to work shoulder to shoulder with her brother. This girl could give a lesson or two to some of the girls back at the reservation.

By Wednesday I was relieved and happy to feel for the first time in a while that the pain in my chest was diminishing. At the same time I found myself looking over my shoulder several times a day, feeling like I was being watched. I made a mental note to patrol around the property when I phased that night. Phasing was as necessary for me as breathing, it kept me close to my roots and my family. My wolf paid back my attention by keeping me young and strong. It was a win-win situation. It was part on my routine to phase at least once a week; since the bond to my pack had been broken there was no risk of anyone finding out where I was.

During my patrol I sensed a very faint scent that I recognized all too well. I know it was impossible, but I could swear I detected Paul's scent. It was probably my warped mind playing tricks on me. Running as a wolf felt wonderful, the cold night air caressing my fur and the soil soft under my paws. I made sure to run several times on the same path to make sure my tracks could not be discernible. There was still that nagging feeling that made my hackles rise, I had no idea what it meant but the feeling was intense and unexplainable. Every once in a while Paul's scent would reach my nose and I had to shake my head to get rid of the Paul induced daze. This new delusion did not help my case at all, quite the contrary made it worse. How was I supposed to forget him if everything around me reminded me of him and even my senses betrayed me?

Paul's POV

I had to hand it to my pack, they could be fucking annoying, but the end of the day they showed me that even a son of a bitch like me deserves a second chance. Quil's departure left a bleeding gaping hole in my chest that intensified the need to end my miserable existence. Everything was ready, I gave my clothes and most of my furniture to goodwill, disconnected the phone and arranged for the electricity and water to be disconnected the next day. The only items I couldn't part with were the sofa and my bed. Quil scent was embedded in the fibers of each and that prevented me from parting with either one of them.

For one week I had not been able to sleep through the night or enjoy a meal. The conversation with Billy answered many questions but added even more to the already long repertoire. Of one thing I was certain, God, destiny or fate fucking hated me. Why did I have to imprint on Quil? Especially after what I did to him? The moment my eyes connected with his teary ones he became my reason for existing and the realization that my words could not be taken back and my actions could not be forgotten, filled me with pain and despair.

The next day he left La Push and had not been heard from since then. I even thought about going to his house to beg his parents to tell me of his whereabouts but was warned by Jacob that Old Quil had a bullet with my name on it. He would not kill me, but he would gladly shoot me on a leg. Quil was gone and with him any chance for redemption was loss. There was only one thing to do, wait for the five weeks to be over and do what I should have done a while ago. I was tempted to take care of things right away but all I had left was my word and I intended to keep it.

I opened my eyes that morning only to find two pairs of eyes looking at me, they belonged to Jacob and Jared. They informed me that the rest of the pack was on their way and they would not leave my side. My multiple attempts to kick them out of my house were fruitless. I tried everything from cursing to physically pushing them out, that was until Jacob got fed up and ordered me to stand down. To say I was pissed was an understatement, they dared come into my house, restrain me and prevent me from making the world a better place by ending my fucked up life.

"This is still my house, get out!"

"Nope." Was Jacob's only answer, I was exhausted, they had been on my case since dawn. All except Leah and Collin of course, they helped in their own way by taking up all the patrols for the day.

"Unless you plan to spend the rest of your lives watching me you'll have to leave. Why waste your time and mine? Leave me the fuck alone to do what I should've done a long time ago."

"Sorry buddy I can't; gave my word and I always keep my word."

"Who did you give your word to?" I asked curious of the identity of the person who seemed to care enough to ask my alpha for help. Only one name came to mind but I doubted it.

"Quil." At the mere mention of his name my heart began a frantic race in my chest and the breath got caught up in my throat.

"When did you talk to him?" I demanded to know.

"This morning, he called me at five and made me swear to protect you." I knew Jake didn't volunteer for the job but to learn it had been Quil's request was both surprising and exciting.

"Where is he?" I desperately jumped in front of the alpha and grabbed his shirt shaking him, the agony and need for information killing me slowly.

"I don't know, I swear he didn't tell me. I don't know what the fuck is going on between you too but for some reason beyond my understanding he cares for you. You are one lucky bastard Paul." Me, lucky? A bastard, definitely… lucky, not in a thousand years.

Like in automatic pilot I walked toward the sofa and plopped myself on the soft cushions, immediately brought my hands to my face in a futile attempt to hide my tears from my brothers. The pain inside me was like an unattended pressure cooker whose temperature reached critical levels and was about to explode. And explode it did, in a torrent of tears and sobs that felt embarrassing and liberating at the same time. In a second there were hands on my shoulders and my knees, not consoling me but providing much needed support.

"I don't deserve to live, please let me go!" I bawled.

"No way… nope… never…" were the various answers coming from my brothers.

"You have no idea what a monster I am. I hurt Quil, that's why he left. It was my fault!"

"We already knew him leaving was related to you, but nothing could be so bad that the only way to solve it is jumping from a cliff." Answered Sam, I hadn't even noticed when he got here.

"It's really bad, trust me, and then I made it even worse."

"How did you make it worse?" Asked Brady.

"I imprinted on him…" I confessed my sin to the pack, they deserved to know. The room instantly became silent and I was as confused as I was worried. Why weren't my pack brothers appalled? Why weren't they lashing out at me for breaking one of our most sacred laws? The one that demands to never hurt an imprint.

"Then with more reason you cannot kill yourself Paul." Jacob's words caught my attention. They automatically understood my agony and instead of antagonizing me they decided to be the bigger man and offered their advice.

"What do you mean?"

"From the moment you imprinted on him you are both connected in a spiritual level. Anything that happens to you will affect him to some extent. You are soul mates, if you leave he will never be complete because a part of him will never be satisfied. He could find a mate and live a happy and long life but there will always be something missing."

"That's bullshit Jacob, because I didn't even notice when Laura died and she was my imprint."

"It's not bullshit, there has to be an explanation as to why it didn't affect you. Maybe your bond was weak because she never accepted you, what the fuck do I know? Of one thing I'm certain, that any bond you have with Quil is ten times stronger than anything you thought you felt for her."

"I guess you have a point, but Quil left, he left because of me."

"He left, but he will be back and when he does you must be here waiting for him. You owe him that much Paul." Jake's words made a lot of sense, I owed Quil so much and the least I could do was wait for him, we were immortal after all, even if it took a lifetime I would see him again.

"I just wish I could talk to him. There is so much I need to explain. So much I need to apologize for."

"Then go find him."

"I wouldn't even know where to begin, he could be anywhere." I rested my back against the sofa in frustration.

"Damn it enough with the pity party! You will look for him, to make sure you don't do anything stupid you are strictly forbidden from killing yourself or attempting anything that would result in bodily harm." For the first time in over a year I heard Jacob use his alpha voice "I hope that's specific enough Paul."

"Paul you have a tool that's exclusive to imprints. I'm sure you feel a constant dull pain in your chest."

"Yes I do, your father said something about the pull of the imprint causing it."

"Exactly, it hurts because you are away from your imprint. When you phase your instinct will guide you in his direction. When I had to leave La Push for a while Seth found me even though he was unaware of the pull. He just followed the instinct and as he got closer the pain in his chest diminished, that's how you know you are on the right track." Explained Jacob.

His words gave me a lot to think about. Potentially I could find Quil and beg for his forgiveness. The pack took turns staying with me and they also managed to get all the services to my house reinstated. It must have been really boring to be my baby sitters since I was not really in a talkative mood. For four days I debated whether or not to go looking for Quil. I weighed all the options and possible outcomes. He would probably reject me but I had to try, there was no place for pride. If I had to humiliate myself for him to forgive me I would do it.

Walking outside my house under Jared's scrutinizing gaze I tied my clothes to my leg and took off running in an undetermined direction. Breathing deeply I tried to clear my mind and focused on my wolf. Running on the woods was both liberating and relaxing, waiting until sundown to cross major highways or towns took a lot of patience. On a few occasions I had to backtrack since the pain on my chest intensified instead of diminishing and after taking a few cleansing breaths I was on track again.

I found myself on a farming community, the air was crisp and clean. There was a bubbling sensation inside me that I didn't remember ever feeling before. It had been three days since I left La Push. I became despondent thinking that there was no way Quil could be here, all I saw around me was farms. It was highly improbable but it was worth a shot so I decided to explore my surroundings as a human. I donned my pants and t-shirt and took off walking on a field covered with low plants with white flowers.

From a distance I could see a big farmhouse next to a barn and a three car garage. There was nothing remarkable about this particular house until I saw an easily recognizable shape emerge from the barn. I couldn't believe my eyes; I would never doubt my alpha again. My legs felt weak under me and I knelt trying to compose myself. I was shaking in fear an excitement, I found him! I found my Quil. He was right there, only a few steps away from me.

In a sudden bout of cowardice I hid among some trees without losing sight of my imprint. I had to decide how to approach him. I couldn't just barge in there, it would not end well; I needed to be smart about this. My hearth ached for my mate but I had to be careful. I stayed hidden until sundown, observing his every move. Protected by the darkness I got closer to the house and my heart broke in many little pieces when I heard him quietly cry. I braced myself to prevent me from climbing to his window and hold him in my arms begging for forgiveness. I became his stalker and invisible protector making sure to always stay downwind so he wouldn't detect my scent. For several days I repeated the same routine, during the day move far enough to not be seen. Camp by his window at night listening as he cried himself to sleep. Baby I promise I'll make it up to you, if you give me a chance I will make you the happiest man in the universe.

On Saturday afternoon he changed his routine, getting in his car and driving away. I turned into my wolf and followed him. The blood froze in my veins when I saw him stop in front of a house and a girl that I had seen in the farm where he lives got in the car. They drove away and I ran after them, panic settling inside me. This couldn't be happening; he moved on, I lost him. I would not give him up without a fight, that girl better be prepared because I would do anything to get him back. He was mine, fate created a sacred bond between us and she was not going to come between me and my imprint.

Soon enough they arrived at their destination, a small pond on the edge of the woods. I sat on my hind legs and observed as they arranged what seemed to be a picnic. They sat next to each other on a blanket talking but because of the direction of the wind I couldn't hear them. I was able to remain calm distracting myself figuring out ways to dispose of the long haired menace. I fantasized how it would feel to hold her head between my hands until it popped like a pimple. Maybe I didn't need to be so drastic I could scare the shit out of her and demand that she leave him alone.

Everything was fine until I saw the bitch place her scrawny arm on Quil's shoulders. I lost it; how did she dare touch what was mine? All logical thought evaporated leaving only instinct and rage. My vision blurred, my breathing increased and I was propelled forward by an invisible force and found myself in front of a wide eyed Quil and a scared girl. My fists clenching and unclenching by my sides and what I was sure was the unmistakably look of death in my eyes.

"Get your fucking hands off my Quil!"