AN: ACK! Nine days! Its horrible! I'm sorry! This chapter was a bitch to write, honestly. I couldn't write it in Quil's POV like I said, it was just too hard. Also, I got caught up in writing Willa and Seth's story. That should be out soon as well. The next chapter might have a little Dana, but will mostly be Claire and Quil fluff, again. Its fun to write.

Chapter Thirty

Willa Has Issues

Quil took me home once I was able to get off his lap, which I really didn't want to do. It's the best place to be when… well, whenever. Hell, next time a bug scares me I'm just jumping into his lap. I'm perfectly sure he wouldn't mind. But, as much as I want to be selfish and think of nothing but Quil, I can't. My sister is still suffering and I can't enjoy myself until I know she's okay. So, I made Quil take me home after breakfast. I thought getting off his lap was hard, getting out of the truck was harder. Both Willa and Dad were home, which is a good sigh.

I got out of the truck, begrudgingly, and went into the house and up the stairs to see my dad outside Willa's door, leaning against it, with his forehead resting on the door frame.

"You can't stay in there forever Willa!" Dad yelled tiringly. By the looks of him he looked like he been trying for a few hours.

"Is that a challenge?!" She shrieked through the door. There was a thump against the door and I was guessing by the dull thud on the ground it was a boot.

"Is she okay?" I whispered to Dad.

"She's been upset about something all morning." Dad groaned, rolling his head to look at me.

"It's all Clearwater's fault!" Willa yelled through the door. I could practically feel the frustration in her voice.

"Seth usually does antagonize her, but she usually likes it." Dad said confused, his brows knitted and his face all twisted.

"NO I DON'T!" Willa screamed, her voice breaking from the sheer volume of her shriek. Dad jumped away from the door irritatingly.

"Want me to give it a try?" I asked grimly. It was futile either way and we both knew that.

"Knock yourself out, I need to go to the store anyway, we have nothing for dinner." Dad grumbled as he shuffled passed me and down the stairs. I could tell he didn't like it when he didn't understand his daughters.

I took Dad's spot in front of her door and knocked gently. "Willa," I called pleadingly. I really needed this to work if I wanted to go back to thinking more about Quil and less worrying about her.

The door suddenly swung open and Willa was standing before me, thoroughly enraged. "You know what's fucked up, about all of this?" She asked bitterly, laughing manically. I waited, looking at her quizzically. "He knows, I know." She whispered harshly. I tried not to look at her with pity. Out of no where, she started stalking passed me and into my room to point out the window toward the backyard. "And he's still hiding in the woods!" She yelled frustrated.

I followed her into my room and looked out the window with her. "Why don't you talk to him?" I asked timidly.

She looked at me angrily. "Haven't I gotten in through your fat head yet? He won't talk to me about it!" She yelled stupidly.

Well, she had a bit of a point there. "Hmm," I mumbled looking into the woods. I couldn't see anything that might hint that there was a monstrous wolf in there. Then again, they tried their hardest not to be seen. I could always take a peek into the woods. It's not like I'm not going in after Quil.

I turned and started walking out of my room when Willa looked at me confused. "Where are you going?" She demanded.

"You'll see." I said over my shoulder as I walked into the hallway and glided down the stairs.

I slipped out the back door and walked into the woods slowly. I didn't want to scare Seth if he was a werewolf, I had already been warned and I have a feeling Seth would tell Quil if I snuck up on him. I really hope he isn't as jumpy as Quil is.

I stepped through the woods making as much noise as possible. "Seth, I know your in there, so, don't attack, okay?" I called out foolishly.

I was answered by the flies as they swarmed around me.

"I'm talking to trees for my sister, that little wench better be grateful." I grumbled to myself, stepping on dried sticks, making them snap as I did.

I think I made a little over fifty feet into the woods when another one of those wolf-bear-hybrids stunk up on me… Or I walked around a large tree and found one laying on the ground.

"Oh!" I yelled out of surprise. "You're bigger than Quil." I muttered in shock.

The wolf was covered in thick sandy covered fur and was ganglier than Quil's wolf form.

"I don't know if anyone has told you this, but my sister is a little messed up, and one of her issues, is you, so if you can help her get over just one of her problems, that would be great." I said trying to look into the eyes of the big wolf before me.

He didn't move. He just continued to stare at me.

"I mean it Seth. Not talking to her is making it worse, for both of you, so suck it up and talk to her." I said seriously, pointing back into the house.

The wolf stood and shuffled closer to me and lay down in front of me and rested his massive head on my feet. His gigantic black eyes looked up at me pathetically.

"Don't be cute with me! You're on your own." I scolded sternly.

I heard a whimper come from his muzzle as he stood and started ambling toward the house. I sighed and I turned to find a place to sit and wait for Seth and Willa to work through their own mess when I was faced with a giant chocolate brown wolf.

"How is something so huge, so quiet?!" I yelled irritated.

The sound that came from both Seth and Quil's muzzle could only be construed as a laugh. Those wolves were laughing at me.

"Don't laugh." I said with a pointed finger to Quil then turned around to Seth. "What are you waiting for? Go!" I yelled. Seth was still sniggering as he trotted toward the house.

I turned back to Quil only to find him walking out from behind a tree, half dressed like he usually was. "What did I tell you about the woods?" He asked sternly.

"I can get back to my house on my own and I clearly announced my entrance." I pointed out, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"I heard." He said grinning.

"How?" I asked confused.

"Seth, and I wasn't that far away. I can actually hear you talking from my house, not very well, but still." He said arrogantly.

"Impressive." I said dryly.

"I like to think so." He said with waggling brows. I wanted to roll my eyes as we started walking back toward the house but I heard an ear splitting scream from my house.

"What's going on?" I asked worryingly.

"Eavesdropping is rude." He pointed out abashed.

"And, you do it naturally, so it's like they're talking loudly." I said smiling widely, hoping my charm would win him over.

He chuckled shaking his head. "Willa is yelling at him, he's just taking it. I think she's crying." He said with furrowed brows, looking toward the house.

I moved through the woods until I could see the house without obstruction from the trees. I couldn't see into the windows, but I could practically feel Willa upset from here.

I felt two warm arms wrap around me from behind and I still couldn't relax. "Don't worry, Seth won't hurt her and if he does it will hurt him more than he could ever hurt her." He said soothingly.

I craned my neck back to look up at Quil behind me. "But, he hurt her by not telling her." I pointed out frowning.

He wrapped his arms tighter around me and rested his chin on the top of my head. "True," He murmured.

"This whole imprinting thing is just drama all the time isn't it?" I asked with a sigh as I fell back into his muscled arms.

"Normally it's really mellow, but at first, it is." He answered quietly.

"I can't wait for everything to go back to this mellow you speak of." I mumbled, wrapping my arms around the ones that circled around me.

"It's already mellow for me." He murmured against my head.

I turned in his arms and looked up at him. "Really?" I asked confused.

"Well, you're here and you're really all that matters to me." He said brushing my hair behind my ears as he looked down at me meaningfully.

"You're making me blush." I mumbled as my cheeks burned brightly.

"I noticed." He said grinning.

"You are a cocky bastard, you know that?" I grumbled with narrowed eyes. Yes, he was charming, but he didn't have to gloat about it.

"I think you told me that once, just not in so many words." He said with a thoughtful look up at the sky.

"I was a smart child." I muttered against his chest, taking in a deep breath of his scent happily even if he's a pain in the ass.

"Troublesome is more appropriate." He amended seriously.

"I used my intelligence for evil back then." I explained innocently.

"What do you mean 'used'?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Well, now it's more for the greater good." I said proudly.

"Keeping Willa happy?" He asked laughingly.

"Pretty much," I said nodding enthusiastically. He chortled and shook his head. "Is she still crying?" I asked nodding at the house.

He followed my eyes and listened intently for a moment before he shook his head. "No, back to yelling, but she's letting him talk for a few seconds at a time." He answered, looking a little concerned.

"That's better." I said not all that sure.

Quil frowned. "He's loosing." He said painfully.

"No one wins against Willa." I mumbled sadly.

I stood in his arms silently for a while, staring at the house while I snuggled nicely into Quil's large arms. "Are we going to stay out here?" He asked impatiently after about five minutes into the silence.

"Until I know she is okay, or she tries to kill him." I answered resting my head to his chest.

"Well, throwing a chair at him isn't trying to kill him, right?" He asked jokingly, although there was something in his tone that suggested he was all too serious.

"That's trying to hurt him." I countered. I felt Quil suck in a breath and I looked up at him to see his face twisted in pain. "Did it work?" I asked fearfully.

"It hurt the chair." He winced.

"Damn," I muttered astonished. He shuddered a little more. "Its getting worse isn't it?" I asked clenching up in his arms.

"Nothing that Jeff wasn't thinking about replacing." He said tensely.

"Should we stop them before they start taking out walls?" I asked anxiously.

"You mean before she starts using him to take out walls?" He amended, losing any joking tone he had, nearing dead seriousness.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"I think Seth will stop her before that." He said and I could tell he didn't believe his own words.

"Or Seth will go storming out of the house." I mumbled as I watched the half naked form of Seth stalk into the woods, ten feet away from us.

Quil watched with me and he was just as worried as I was. I separated myself from his arms and started walking toward the house and he followed.

"You chase him, I'll make sure the house stays in one piece." I said pointing toward where we last saw Seth.

I was walking toward the house when his hand grabbed my elbow and spun me back to him. "No more trips into the woods while I'm gone." He said gravely.

"I won't, I promise." I swore earnestly. He seemed to accept my answer as he darted after Seth.

I jogged into the house and found Willa stomping down the stairs. Tears streaked her face but there was a determination in her eyes.

"Willa?" I asked confused as she rushed around the living room scooping up movies and other things into a black bag she had with her, already half full.

"That little bastard had one thing to say." She growled as she stalked passed me to the hall closet and dug out a pair of men's boots.

"Where are you going?" I asked, still befuddled and hoped for a straight answer.

"He's going to be hiding out in the woods, so I'm going to his house." She answered as she shoved her feet into the boots.

"What happened?" I asked concerned.

"I told him he was being an ass and all he could say was 'sorry'. So I yelled at him some more and I probably pushed a little too hard. Throwing the bedside table was a little much." She said guiltily and I couldn't help but stare at her. "So, I'm going to wait for him at his house and I'm not leaving until he comes back." She added firmly.

"What are you going to do then?" I asked a little dumbstruck that she actually admitted she was wrong.

"Well, this time, I'm not going to yell, or throw furniture. That doesn't get me anywhere." She muttered shaking her head.

I eyed her wearily. "I could have told you that." I groaned, flopping onto the couch.

"Oh, tell Dad where I am, that I'm being a stubborn pain in the ass, you know, the usual." She said casually with a shrug. I nodded, rolling my eyes a little as her finger pointed at me. "But don't tell him why." She growled seriously.

"Uh, why?" I asked fearfully.

"Because, Seth is doing that." She said sternly, her hands firm on her hips.

"You are so mean." I said shaking my head. After all of what she just put Seth through and she's going to make him tell Dad the truth.

"He'll get over it." She snapped. It was clear to see she was still angry about everything, just a little remorseful as to what she did.

"If he ever shows up." I muttered under my breath.

"Oh shut up." She scoffed. "Dana will be calling the house soon, she knows, you can tell her." She added as she moved things around in her bag.

"She'll want to talk to me?" I asked quietly. I hadn't even had a chance to ask Dad about my older sister much.

"She likes you a lot more than I do." She answered as she slung her bag over her shoulder and strode out the front door.

I thought she was gone for a few seconds before she came back in with her finger in my face.

"If you like your hands, stay out of my room." She said dangerously before really leaving.

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