Hey guys, so I felt really bad about not updating for like EVER, and then the fact that I was delayed even longer by the complications I was having with my account, that I decided to post another chapter, so here it is, it's fairly short, but the major drama is next chapter, and the ENTIRE plot line twist is also in the next two chapters, so this is basically a filler. Woooow run on sentence there. Anyway, I luv review! Thanks so much to all of you that have reviewed!!

~jc55

Claire POV

Quil carried me in his arms a fair distance down the street, and it wasn't until we turned the corner that I realized where we were going.

"Quil, I don't want to go home."

"If I remember correctly, you're still grounded, therefore you have no choice." Quil pointed out. I huffed, and crossed my arms over my chest, and question nagging at my mind. Quil fell back into silence, and I watched his face relax into a flat expression, and before I could stop myself I blurted out the question that was bouncing around inside my head.

"Quil, why would you attack Sam?" I rushed. He stopped, and looked down at me, with expressionless eyes.

"The meeting didn't go as planned." He said. My cheeks began to heat up.

"That's what everyone keeps saying, but no one is telling me anything more!" I exclaimed throwing my hands up in the air. He began to walk again.

"That's all you need to know Claire."

"But it's not all I want to know." I exasperated. He frowned, making my anger grow. "Quil, if you can't tell me what's going on, especially when you are directly involved…." I trailed off.

He stopped again, and lowered me to the ground, making me shiver in the cold air. He began to reach towards me again, but pulled his hand back with a super human restraint.

"Claire. It's not like I don't want to tell you. I…I just don't think you'd like me if you knew what I was doing today…. At the meeting."

I crossed my arms again, accusingly this time.

"How could you think that I wouldn't like you anymore Quil? Remember I don't really have a choice."

Quil's face hardened. "Oh, Quil, you know I didn't mean it like that…" I squeaked. He sighed.

"I went to the meeting today, planning on….punishing…Jamie." He blurted out, wincing as he waited for my reaction. I glared at him.

"You-you lied to me." I whispered, hurt. He winced again, and reached towards me. I backed up.

"Quil, you have to tell me the truth. If you can't tell me the truth, then I don't know where this relationship is going."

"Claire, I-I didn't want to get you involved."

I stared at him.

"Quil, I was already involved." And with that I turned on my heel, and walked away from him, mulling over the fact that our relationship had more ups and downs then an elevator.

Quil POV

I watched her walk away, the reality of the fact being that I had known this was coming. The fact being that I had already formulated a plan, even under the pressure of a broken heart.

There was a problem.

I had to fixt the problem, and therefore there was only one solution.

Eliminate the problem.

I turned to the close line of the woods, and ran forwards, tearing off my clothes.

I didn't care what Sam said, what Sam wanted.

The 'problem' had hurt my Claire, had driven her away from me.

Extermination was my only option.

Claire POV

It wasn't until after I had stormed into my house, dealt briefly with my worried parents, and had finally made my way up to my room that I realized what I may have just made Quil do, and as it dawned on me, I felt a cold sweat begin to form on the back of my neck.

Oh no.

I paced around my room for what seemed like a life time, sorting through my options, my worries, my solutions. There was only one.

There was a problem.

There was a solution.

I need to get rid of said problem, with said solution.

When I had arrived home from my small excursion to Emily and Sam's house, my parents had met me at the doorway, worry lines creased into the brow's and cheeks. I was reprimanded and sent to my room, therefore giving me a slight hitch for the only solution to the problem I had created.

Damn imprinting.

I struggled off of my bed where I had buried my face into the soft sheets, trying to figure out what to do.

One problem, one solution. I needed to solve said problem with said solution, to solve bigger problem with bigger solution.

So I waited.

I waited until the lights in my house were dimmed to an inky black, waited until I heard the sounds of slumber emit from the two other bedrooms in my house.

Waited until there was no signs of conscious life.

Then I put my plan into action, and slipped soundlessly out of the window, landing on the lawn, and running in a full sprint towards the woods that I knew oh so well.

Quil POV

I lay crouching, my right paw barely skimming my side of the invisible border line, my hind legs folded beneath me as I lay, stalking the white house so visible through the woods in the pale moonlight.

One problem.

One solution.

One option.