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The Life and Times Of Quil

A series of one-shots about Quil's [AKA the best werewolf ever's] life. thelifeandtimesofquilbanner.jpg image by gymnastbritt

Don't we all love Quil? *sigh* He's amazing...

1. First Time

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I kept my head down, watching the cracked asphalt of the road move quickly under my feet.

Ever since Embry and Jake had ditched me for Sam Uley’s gang, that was pretty much all I did.

Wander around La Push, wishing I had some friends that actually cared about me.

My phone started shrilly singing the standard Nokia ring tone, ruining the quiet sounds of the forest.

“Hello?” I asked warily. I didn’t really feel like talking to anybody.

“Quil?” My great-grandfather practically yelled into the phone. “Quil? I need you at home. Where are you? Quil?”

I sighed. “Hey, great-grandpa. I’ll be home soon okay?” He really needed to learn how to use a phone. I already told him about fifty times that you don’t need to yell, but that’s old people for you.

“Alright, Quil. Can you hear me okay?” His usually feeble voice shouted. “Yeah, I can hear you just fine. I’ll see you later.” I snapped the phone shut.

I turned and headed back towards my house, wondering why he needed me home.

About five minutes later, my old, blue house came into view. I jogged up the steps and through my front door, banging it open.

“Quil! Don’t slam the door!” My great-grandfather scolded me from his seat on the worn couch. “Sorry, great-grandpa. What did you need?” I asked him, trying to not roll my eyes.

“Come here, Quil. My, you’re getting tall. Very big. Have you been working out?” He asked me.

“No. But maybe you’re just getting small.” I replied, grinning.

“Respect your elders!” He joked, smacking me with the back of his hand. “Oh, Quil, you’re skin is very hot.” He looked at me with concern. But it was more than concern, it was like he was looking for something.

“Um, okay? What did you need me home for?” I asked him again.

“Quil,” he started gravely, “You know the old legends? Of the cold-ones and our ancestors?”

“Yeah…” I answered, getting confused. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, Quil, you may not believe me. But they’re real. And I think you’re about to become a werewolf.” He said bluntly.

“Huh?! I’m sorry, great-grandpa, but I think you’re going senile.” I told him, shaking my head.

“Mr. Ateara, have you told him yet?” a deep voice called. I turned around to see that Sam Uley and his little gang had just walked in the door.

I saw Jake and Embry looking at me, so I scowled, trying to convey to them that I was pretty pissed.

And then, I just snapped.

Why were these people in my house?! How could Jake and Embry just waltz on in as if they never ditched me? And why the HELL is Sam Uley-

My thoughts got about that far before I exploded. It felt as if my body was growing, even more than these last few weeks.

I looked down, only to find that down was a lot farther away from my suddenly heavy head.

Everything sounded louder, and everything looked clearer. My paws- PAWS? Since when did I have PAWS?? Oh crap. I guess they are true…

Sam shouted at me. “Quil! Listen, you need to go outside, okay? Just go outside and we’ll tell you everything, okay?”

I obeyed, although I didn’t really want to. Once I got outside, I saw Jake and Embry follow and explode too.

Suddenly there were two wolves, one russet colored and huge, and one thinner, but still giant, gray one.

Quil? It’s Jake. Look. I heard…were they his thoughts? Yeah, they’re my thoughts. It’s a wolf thing. You’ll get used to it. But look.

I listened to Jake, and watched as memories came flooding into my head, of the first wolves, of Jake and Sam and Embry, learning everything I needed to know in the span of a few seconds, thanks to this whole mind-thing.

Wow. So, Jake, you’re the big one, right? And so you’re Embry. One question. Why the HELL did you guys ditch me like that?

I frowned at them, not an easy feat seeing as how wolves don’t really have many facial expressions.

Sorry man, we didn’t want to, I swear. Embry told me, and I could tell it was true because of the sadness and guilt in his voice.

Okay Quil, try and calm down and think of yourself as a human. Jake told me.

I took a deep breath. Okay, Quil, you can do it. I told myself, thinking of me as a human.

I felt my skin becoming less furry, my claws retracting. I blinked and saw everything was back to normal.

I glanced at Jake and Embry, who had also phased back, and gave a shout of surprise.

“W-what? Why are you – we – me? Anyways, why are we naked?”

I felt a blush creep up into my already reddish skin.

“Well, you can’t expect you’re clothes to just magically poof into existence.” One of the others – Jared – said, laughing.

“Okay, Quil, welcome to the pack.” Sam said formally.

I felt all the hate I had felt for him evaporate now that I knew what was up.

“Hmm, I’m starving…Let’s go to Emily’s!” Jake said enthusiastically. All the others nodded in agreement.

“Um, just one sec, guys,” I said uncomfortably. “Don’t we need, I don’t know, pants or something?”

“Nah, we can run!” Embry said, phasing immediately.

Sam shook his head. “Just grab some shorts and tie them to your leg. We’ll wait.”

And thus began my life as a werewolf.