Disclaimer-- I do not own Quil, Claire, Sam, or Emily. They belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer.

I waited, until Emily came to the door. She opened it, took one look at me and yelled for Sam.

"I take it, Quil talked to you." It wasn't a question. Sam cautiously walked up and wrapped his arms around aunt Emily's waist.

"Come in Claire, we need to talk." Sam gestured with his hand for my to come in. I sat in the red chair, across from Sam and Emily on the couch.

"Claire, do you the old legends?" Emily asked

"Yeah, and according to Quil, they're true. Is this correct?"

"Umm.. Well Yes, dear they are." Sam told me. I felt my mouth drop open, and quickly closed it. "You see, the boys that are always around here, including Quil, are part of a pack. A werewolf pack. We're the protectors of the Quilleute people. Vampires are our enemies."

"So, you knew this all along and didn't tell me?" I asked aunt Emily.

"We had to wait until you were old enough."

"Uncle Sam, please tell me the imprinting stories aren't real." I felt my eyes tear up again.

"Yes, those are true too.I actually imprinted on Emily."

"Am I really Quil's imprint?" I felt the first tear slide down my cheek.

"Do you remeber when you came for a visit, the time right before you moved here?" Sam asked.

"No."

"Well, you were two years old, and that's when Quil first saw you. Yes, he imprinted on you. But if you don't have feelings for him then, it means nothing."

"So Quil has been waiting on me since I was two?"

"Yes." Emily whispered.

"I need to go!" I said as I got up and started to the front door, tears falling freely now.

"Claire wait!" Sam called from the couch.

"WHAT?!" I turned around to look at him.

"Just think about it before you do anything irrational." I turned back around and headed out the door.

As soon as I had pulled out of the driveway, I headed back to Stephen's, I couldn't bear to go home yet.

It was almost lunch, so I went by McDonald's, on my way to pick up lunch. I pulled into his driveway, behind a blue car. It wasn't unusual for Stephen to have friends over, I wish I would have called first so I could have gotten more food, I thought. I walked to the front door and tried the knob. It was locked.That's weird I thought, his car is here too. As I knocked lightly on the door, I noticed all the blinds were pulled shut. I walked to the fake rock, where the extra key was hidden and walked back to the door. I could hear music playing, so maybe he hadn't heard my knock. I pushed the key in and turned the knob. I opened the door and walked into the living room, bags in hand. What I saw shocked me. "Stephen, what's going on?" I asked in a shaky voice, as the bags and their contents tumbled to the floor.

"Claire I can explain."

A/N

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