Chapter 2: Trapped.
Quil glared at his pack brothers as they cornered him. He had been on the run for days. He had to get away.
But of course, exhaustion set in.
You need to come home Quill now. Sam ordered.
Quill shook his head. His fur standing up on his body.
No. I won't! I refuse!
Don't make me order you, Quill. I don't want to do it this way. This is a time of celebration.
CELEBRATION! CELEBRATION! I DIDN'T SEE YOU IMPRINTING ON A BABY! A BABY WHO IM SUPPOSED TO MARRY ONE DAY! THAT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
Sam growled.
She is your imprint quill; you will be whatever SHE needs. Her needs come before your own! What you want doesn't matter. The spirits gifted her to you! AND YOU WILL OBEY! NOW GO TO YOUR IMPRINT.
Quill could have cried as he felt the order force him to move. His mind was screaming. Trying to fight the order, trying to get his legs to stop moving. but it was futile.
The order made him turn in the direction of the reservation. His pack mates surrounded him, as they ignored his cries.
Without needing direction, his body took him to Sam and Emily's house. The cries of a five-year-old are being heard.
"Why won't she stop crying I've never seen her like this!" a woman's voice cried.
"Im sorry Tessa. Maybe she is just upset." Emily's unsure voice rang out.
Quill cringed at the thought that he was the reason.
He was the reason why she was crying. And he hated it. His wolf wanted to be there for her. but the man despised this.
He shouldn't be bound to a child. One look in her eyes and he was her slave.
He took long strides into the house. His mind tried to fight it, but it was a lost battle.
As soon as his presence was made known. The little girl stopped crying as she sensed him. Straining in her mother's arms to get to him.
"Maybe Quill could hold her Tessa," Emily suggested.
"Ok."
"No!" Quill shouted.
"Yes," Sam ordered behind him.
Quill bit his tongue until it bled as his hands went out on their own.
Disgust filled his body as his wolf practically purred when the child was placed in his hands.
No. no. no. no. Quill chanted in his head. As the little girl looked up at him, their eyes met for the second time.
And he saw it. He saw the future. Their future. Her future. What this would no doubt turn into. No matter what everyone said this would be the result.
Future:
"Quil! Get up, you slob!" A high-pitched voice said.
Quil opened his eyes. Standing over him was a girl with long black hair and bright brown eyes.
"What do you want?" he groaned.
"I have to go to soccer practice! Let's go already."
"Soccer practice? That's why you're over here? That's why you woke me up? Why can't your parents do it!?"
"Because they said you would do whatever I wanted. Now let's go!" she yelled.
The command was like a vice around his neck, as his body stood up without his consent. Without saying words, he got into his truck and drove her to soccer practice.
…
They were at a pack bonfire. His brothers gathered together to play football and wrestle. He was only allowed to watch.
She was holding his hand. Daring him to move.
"Im gonna go play soccer with the guys." He told her.
She looked at him with a sick smile.
"Fine. Go play soccer and leave me here all alone. It's not like you care. But we will be discussing this later."
Quil's eye twitched.
And the words he hated came out of his mouth.
"What do you want?" he asked her. but his emotions were the complete opposite. He didn't care what she wanted or why.
"Stay." Was her only order.
And stay he did. He stayed put like the Dog she treated him like. Obeying her every word. Miserable as he watched his brothers.
….
Quil felt his stomach roll as he watched a girl walk down the aisle toward Jacob.
When they said I do he felt a sense of dread. His imprints eyes never left his.
He knew exactly what she wanted.
When it came time to dance, she pulled him onto the dance floor even though he preferred to stay in the DJ booth.
"I want a wedding." She told him.
Quil nodded wordlessly.
…..
" I do." She said cheerfully as she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Quil wanted to puke. He wanted to scream. It was like he was watching his body do its own thing and he had no control.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Was this it? would he gain control of his body?
"say it," she ordered quietly.
"I do."
And then it was time to kiss the bride.
He puked during the reception.
…..
"This is my boyfriend." She told him with an arched eyebrow.
Daring him to say something.
He shrugged and went back into the basement.
This was his life. He lived to please his imprint. Even after five years of marriage. He had to give her whatever she wanted.
He couldn't tell her no. even if that meant another man lived in his house.
This was it for him.
….
Quil gasped for breath as if he was underwater, his hands instantly opening due to the shock of what he saw.
He heard a scream and then a cry, but he didn't look back as his legs carried him out of the house.
He heard his pack brothers calling him, but he ignored them.
Due to the shock of what his fated imprint would be, he dropped the little girl. Hard.
He hoped she was alright and wasn't hurt but part of him didn't feel bad.
He just needed to get far far away from this place. From the so-called destiny his tribe was trying to place on him.
He thundered into his house, so grateful none of his family was home.
He grabbed his car keys, and his essentials, packed as many clothes as would fit, and grabbed some of his extra cash.
He threw the stuff in his truck and sped off the reservation.
However, he growled in anger when the pull in his chest began. It was a dull ache. And he groaned when he realized the cash, he had wouldn't be enough.
It was then he had an idea. He had been offered a full-ride scholarship to New Mexico University and was told to think about it before the fall.
When he told his grandfather, he flat out told him no. he was a spirit warrior and that was his purpose.
When talked to his friends they said the same thing. It was an impossible dream.
He was going to take it. screw what everyone else said. He was going to fight this imprint.
But first, he needed money and knew just the way to do it.
…
His phone rang and rang but he ignored it.
He had been on the road for a whole week. Only stopped when he needed to.
His chest ached and the wolf was clawing at him on the inside.
The phone rang again this time a ringtone he couldn't deny.
"Mama." He said hoarsely. He was starving and thirsty, but he couldn't stop. He feared what would happen if he stopped.
"Pull over baby." His mother's voice rang. It was soft and concerning.
"I can't ma, I just can't."
"Please, honey. I need you to pull over so I can talk to you. I need you to hear my every word."
"Ma if your calling to convince me-"
"Im not convincing you of anything Q, I need you to just listen."
Quil sighed and pulled over. His body aching.
"Does your chest hurt honey?"
"Yes, ma."
"Look in the glove compartment."
Quil did so and pulled out a medium brown bottle.
"That bottle will help dull the pain. You'll have to take one teaspoon every day. It will relax your body and it won't hurt as much. I won't be able to send you some, so you'll have to make some more when you run out."
"How did you know ma?"
"A mother knows her son honey. I always knew you would imprint; I just hoped it would be on some lovely girl your age who would accept you for you. Not a gosh darn baby! Oh, darn it great spirits, I don't know what they were thinking but they were wrong. I think everything we've ever known about imprinting is wrong. "
"Did I hurt her ma? Please tell me I didn't hurt her?"
His mother sighed.
"She has a few bruises from the fall, but nothing broken. Don't beat yourself up, honey. You got caught in the vision, didn't you?"
"Oh ma, it was horrible. My life with her was horrible. She makes me marry her." he practically cried.
"I know honey. Listen I don't have much time to talk to you. The council and the pack are in an uproar. Sooner or later, they are going to try to get me to persuade you to come home. I don't want you to come home Q. You go where you need to. Are you taking that scholarship?"
"Yes, mam."
"Good. Very good. Im proud of you son. Your father would be too. Listen there is one way you can break the imprint."
"How?"
His mother's voice went into a whisper.
"You have to stop phasing."
Quill swallowed hard. He loved being a wolf but if being imprinted to a baby was a curse, he would have to let the wolf go.
"Listen honey there is one more thing, I have to tell you before I hang up. Im going to text you an address. You go to that address and don't stop until you get there it's imperative.
"JOY!" a deep voice roared.
The phone went dead.
Quil took deep breaths as he went over what his mother told him.
He needed to take the vile of medication. If he ran out, he could always make some more. Since his grandfather was the tribe's medicine man, Quil had been taught at a young age everything he needed to know to take over.
He thought about the wolf. If he wanted to break the imprint, he would need to stop phasing. That was going to take time and concentration.
With a sigh, he got back on the road.
…
22 hours and 14 minutes later, Quil arrived in New Mexico.
He was exhausted and in a lot of pain, but he managed to pull the truck into the driveway, of a green and red house that was hidden by a bunch of trees.
He used what energy he had left to get out of the truck and knock on the door.
He had no clue why his mother sent him here, but he trusted her judgment.
He didn't have to knock for long before the door swung open.
Quil paled as he looked at the person before.
"Junior." The voice called softly.
Quill began to hyperventilate.
"No. no. no. You supposed to be dead!" he screamed.
"Quil!"
But he couldn't answer, his body had given in to the exhaustion and now the shock.
His formerly dead father caught him before he could hit his head.