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Keep Her

Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, and Hold Her. Claire is a medical intern. She and Quil are deeply in love, but he's still haunted by ghosts that whisper one word... failure. Will he overcome his fears and regrets to take the next step? Will their truest of loves ever bind them into one?

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8. Chapter 9

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The months went quickly, but slowly. Quick because I was working all the time, slowly because I wanted what waited at their end so very, very much. The time was so quick, so wearying…

I wanted nothing more than the day when she would be mine. I was hers, and I could have that… reciprocated.


I was now the manager, old Joe having long since retired. The little pimply children had to do my bidding! Mwa ha ha…

Anyway… it wasn’t that much responsibility. I was pretty mature, pretty smart, and I could handle a lot more than managing a cinema… I was just not qualified, having spent my formative years running around naked in the form of a large wolf.

I could do this job in my sleep, but thinking about Claire was a lot more distracting than unconsciousness. After all, I was only four weeks away now from being hers forever, her only one forever, from holding her in my arms, from…


“What’s up, Kyle?”

“I need help. This guy says he needs a ticket, and it’s sold out, and he won’t go away.”

I followed my youthful employee to the front, where a man about my real age was grumbling something about his gun. He turned to look at me. “Tell this stupid kid he was wrong. I want to see the show.”

“It’s sold out, sir.”

“The hell it is!”

“Sir, I have to ask you to leave.”

I stepped closer, once again using my werewolvian bulk to intimidate. And as always, it worked. The over-enthusiastic moviegoer vacated the premises instantly.

I sighed. “Kyle, take over for tonight. I’m getting married in a month, I’m busy.”

Kyle chewed his gum exaggeratedly. “Poor you, dude.”

“You’ve never been in love, I wager. It’s the best moment of my life.”

“Yeah, but you must be whipped, man.”

“Sort of. But I love her more than anything.”

“Where’s my invite?”

I grumbled and produced one. “Here you are.”

He grinned, and I returned to my study… to brood.

I missed Claire like an acute pain. She was so lovely, so cherished. I could picture her perfectly, her eyes wide and inviting, perfect skin stretched over slight features, a tiny smile gracing large lips How I loved her!

I loved her with so much of my heart the rest was too slight even to breathe.

I loved her so much it made me ache, made me burn.

“Claire, Claire,” I whispered, and the door creaked open.

Who would enter so rudely? I wondered.

It was Alice Cullen, of all people under the sun.

What the hell was she doing in my room?

“Out, leech,” I commanded, and she laughed.

“Do you honestly plan to fight me here, mutt? Edward was right. You are all children… I need a favor, Quil.”

“What the hell?”

“I see they teach you manners when you run with the pack. I need you to save Jasper.”

“Why would I do that?”

“He… he wants… I think… he’s going to lose control. He’s going to find a singer, and he’s still so new, and it will be in Washington, and the pack will kill him. Please, please, please, Quil. I need you to invite the pack to the wedding. That’s the day it is. Then one girl will die. One. She’s actually got cancer… she only has six months to live. Quil, if he dies, I’ll die. And then Bella, and then Edward, and Esme, and Carlisle, and Emmett, and Rose. One by one like a house of cards. And then there will be no good vampires left… just four werewolves against the Volturi. Would you do that to your pack, Quil?”

She stood there, and despite her brash speech, I see something in her eyes that startles me. I do not believe she is human. Yet I can see the truth. She is vulnerable. She is completely caught up with this other creature, and that stills my automatic rejection, though I cannot stop it entirely…