From Quil's perspective, as their children go through the tumultuous adolescence that nearly destroyed him and Claire, a decision must be made. But it doesn't rest in his hands. Part of the For Her series.
well, here 'tis. read the prequels first, plz.
6. Chapter 6
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Claire and I sat, very quietly, in Rose’s bedroom. She was always complaining about how the sound traveled when Claire and I were talking or watching TV late at night, when she’s trying to sleep. Apparently, we still hadn’t solved the acoustical problem in the house that had let me find out my parents were planning on moving, when I was around twenty, so I could prepare a convincing case to get them to let me stay here alone and wait for Claire.
Well, it was certainly convenient now, as I shamelessly eavesdropped again, this time on my kid instead of my parents.
“Hey, Li’l Quil. How’s it going?” Leah said cheerily.
“Good… I just… um, wanted to talk to you.”
“Yeah. Okay,” she answered. Her voice was higher than usual, probably from stress, nervousness. There was, in her eyes, a very real chance she could lose her imprint forever. I knew what that was like. It wasn’t a good feeling.
“Leah, I need to ask you something. For something.”
“Sure. Anything you want,” and her voice was carefully casual, but that’s the only lie.
“I… you’ve been keeping something from me. Something big, really big. I want to know the whole truth. I want you not to lie to me anymore. Will you tell me the truth?”
“I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t even know where to start.”
She sounded like she was breaking in two, and I knew in a way that was true. The imprint was pulling her to hide it, to keep her friendship with him safe, but then again he’d asked her for something and it’s all but impossible to refuse.
“Start by telling me why you can’t tell me.”
“Because… I’m… Quil, you’re my best friend. You’re probably my only real friend, and for such a long time… I had no one. All right. First things first, I’m not… I’m sixty-four years old, Quil.”
“I know. I did the math,” he replied quietly. “Mom’s fourteen years younger than Dad, you and Aunt Emily grew up together, so you’re two years older than Dad.”
“How does he know this stuff?” I whispered into Claire’s ear.
“You’ve got one sneaky kid.”
Audible, at least to my wolf ears, was Leah’s sharp intake of breath. “And that doesn’t freak you out?”
“Not really. I just wish you hadn’t lied to me about it. Why don’t you trust me?”
“Because the last time I trusted someone, they broke my heart. I… I’m not good at trusting people.”
“Why? Is it like what happened to my mom?”
Claire gasped. “How the hell does he know that?”
“I’ll talk to him about it later, sweetheart,” I promised, pulling her into my arms. She put one arm around my neck and a finger over her lips so we could keep listening.
“Did they tell you about that?” Leah asked.
“Naw. I’m not even really sure about… exactly what happened. I just know Mom gets scared of stuff and Dad’s, like, super over-protective of her. I’m pretty curious, but I guess it’s rude to ask.”
“I’ll explain it to you,” she promised, and I growled. It wasn’t her secret to tell… but then again, if she was going to stop lying to him, I guess I couldn’t blame her. “But, no, it wasn’t like that… I… I have to explain something else first.” She took a very deep breath, and then said, “Those legends we’re always telling?”
“They’re true. Your dad, your uncle Sam, Jake, Embry, Seth, Collin, Brady, Jared, Paul—they’re all werewolves.”