Plenty of Time
Claire just realized her feelings for Quil when there is a fatal accident. Will they pull through together? Told from claire and Quil's piont of veiw Inspired by the For Her series by nightrose
My very first story. Tell me what you think.
1. Chapter 1
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There he was. Looking amazingly perfect just like always. He was Quil. My very own werewolf. Sounds weird right? Yea , were not the most traditional couple, but he’s always been here for me. He imprinted on me when I was only two. He was just like the big brother I always wanted for a long time. But I am beginning to see him in a whole new light. It started about a year ago. I’m fifteen now , and will be sixteen in a few months. Of course Quil knows nothing of how I feel yet, but I’m guessing he suspects. I know, even at my age that he will always be my number one. There will never be anyone else, and I’m okay with that. He is never changing , one effect of phasing, but I’m okay with that for now. But I know eventually I will want him for myself . Selfish right? But I am only fifteen , so we have plenty of time to think about that…right?
I was just arriving home after school , and I smiled the instant I saw him. His eyes also brightened at the sight of me. Which I was grateful for, and at that thought I’m sure my cheeks turned a bright red, which brought a confused look to his face. “Hey,” he said walking up to me.
“Hey, how was your day?” “Good,” he replied. I knew him well enough to detect the worry behind his eyes. “Tell me,” I said gently as I walked into my house and set my bag on the sofa. I could see the internal struggle going on inside him. I raised my eyebrows, and looked into his eyes. “Things seem to be getting worse within the pack. Sam is gonna retire soon and the rest of us are… unsettled. I’m not sure what’s gonna happen.” He looked away as he spoke. He way always trying to hide his feelings…the bad ones anyway. “Come here,” I said as I opened my arms. He looked surprised, but immediately stepped into my arms. We stood there what seemed like quite a while. To me, at least. I pulled back and looked into his face. He still had that surprised look on his face. “What,’’ I asked, hoping desperately that he felt the way I did. “I’m just wondering what brought this on.” “Okay, I’m just gonna say it…I like you Quil , like really like you.” I turned away as I confessed not trusting my expression. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him. His eyes were sparkling, and there was a huge grin on his face. I took that as a good sign. “Claire,” he whispered. “ you don’t know how long I have waited for you to say that. I always hoped, but was never sure.” “Well, now you know.”