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CHAPTER 1

"Hey Claire, can I talk to you for a sec?"

That's Quil, he's my best friend. I've known him since I was a baby, and he's always been there through everything. Whenever I look back over old pictures he looks the same as he did back then; and, whenever I bring it up and ask how old he is or why he's so hot he just brushes it off. Then, he tells me he will tell me later, but just 'not right now, but maybe when I turn eighteen'. I trust that he's keeping a secret for a reason; I still hate the fact that he's keeping secrets from me in the first place. I mean, can he not trust me enough to keep it? Today is my eighteenth birthday, though, so he might finally be able to tell me the big secret.

"Yeah, sure, if you will go out back to the swings that way we are far enough from the big eared people around us." I said.

I was hinting at the fact that Jake and the rest of Quil's friends always seem to know what we are talking about. At times it can be awkward but it's usually a good thing, it can save me from repeating myself over and over again. They also look just like Quil: a hot temper and a hot body. I would love to put my hands all over Quil's body. "Damn," I muttered. I've been in love with Quil for years now, but it doesn't really matter. I don't think he would like someone like me: plain and boring. The only thing I can do is sing and play guitar, except they only know that I can play but not sing. The singing is something they will probably never find out about.

We walked outside and sat down on the swings

"Okay Claire, I have to talk to you about something; but, you have to promise me that you won't panic or freak out and run away screaming."

"Okay," I said while nodding my head. It was silent for a minute and he wasn't saying anything, just staring into my eyes. "Quil, can you please tell me? You're scaring me by not saying anything!"

"Sorry. Okay, you know the tribal stories right?" I nodded. "You know that the wolves protect the tribe from vampires?' I nodded again. "Well Claire, they're true. They are all true. I'm a werewolf, along with Jake, Seth, Embry, Collin, Brady, and Leah." I looked at him shocked and confused.

"Wh- wh- what?" I stated.

"We're all wolves C, and we have been for awhile." I was confused but I wanted to see him in his wolf form.

"Show me." I said.

"Show you what? My wolf?" I nodded. "Do you promise me not to panic or run away?" I nodded my head. He looked deep into my eyes looking for something to stop him but there was nothing there. "Okay, but not here I don't want people seeing." I nodded.

Quil took my hand and led me across the backyard to the place in the woods that Quil usually emerged from when he visited me. There was a thin, well-worn path and I realized that Quil must have made this trail, since he had been emerging from this spot for as long as I could remember.

It wound deeper into the woods.

"Do you walk this far every time?" I asked as Quil moved a branch out of my way.

He nodded.

"I can't take the chance of anyone seeing me transform. It's Sam's rules." I nodded in understanding knowing my Uncle Sam.

After a few more minutes, we reached a small rocky clearing. Sunlight dotted through the thick overhead canopy, speckling everything below with bright yellow light. A little stream wound its way protectively around the spot, trickling down the mossy stones. It was absolutely gorgeous.

"Wow, it's beautiful here. Why haven't you ever brought me here before?" I asked, taking it all in. He shrugged in response.

"I was afraid that you'd wait for me here when you were younger and see me phase."

"Would that have been such a bad thing?"

"If you got too close, or were around when I became human again." I looked up at him, confused. "No clothes," he explained. I blushed. Wow, he was so handsome when he blushed.

He gave me one last searching look, trying to find hesitation in my eyes. Unfortunately for him, there was none to be found. So, he began to walk away, deeper into the underbrush.

"I'll be right back then," he said quietly, sounding almost shy. "I won't hurt you Claire," he promised.

I waved him away and settled down onto the nearest and driest rock I could find, not taking my eyes off of the direction he'd gone. There was no movement or noise to signify his presence. Nervousness tempered the insane confidence I'd had earlier, after all I didn't know what to expect. I knew he wouldn't hurt me; I was more just worried about how big he was. I would seriously piss my pants if he came out as a small dog.

Suddenly, I heard a twig snap, and my head twisted towards the sound. Out of the brush, the most beautiful chocolate brown wolf walked towards me; he moved excruciatingly slow, one careful paw in front of the other. I sat frozen. He was enormous. He seemed to shrink the whole space, making everything look tiny and insignificant beside him. Then I saw his eyes, so big and calm, so Quil. My legs unlocked and I stood slowly, and walked towards him.

Quil sat down as I approached, so his enormous head would be more on my level. I held out my hand cautiously. "Is it ok if I touch you?" I whispered. Very slowly, he nodded.

His fur was the softest thing I had ever felt, like silk against my fingertips. Slowly, I ran my hands through the fur of his neck, reveling in the softness of his fur. I leaned forwards—he smelled woodsy and musky—the normal Quil smell only stronger. I breathed in deeply, brushing his face with my own.

I realized sub-consciously, that I was completely vulnerable to him; his teeth were centimeters from my neck, his claws so easily able to tear me apart. For some reason, though, I only leaned in closer. My arms were wrapping around him, and I was pressing my cheek against his muzzle. This was Quil he would never hurt me.

I leaned back so I could look into his eyes again. I smiled at him and ran my fingers across the bridge of his nose; he leaned into the touch. He looked like he was smiling.

"You're beautiful. I honestly thought that you would come out as a small dog. I was ready to brace myself if I fell off the rock, because I laughing too hard," I said. He moved lightning fast, turning his head so he could give me a giant, wet kiss with his tongue.

"Ugh!" I cried, laughing and wiping away the wetness. "That's disgusting Quil!" I went to smack at his head but he moved his head too fast. He let out a little bark that sounded like a laugh. Yeah, it was real funny.

He lay down on the ground and I settled beside him, keeping my hands buried in his fur. I couldn't stop touching him I realized, and wondered if he would think it was odd, but he did not attempt to move away. I shifted so that I was leaning with my back against him.

"This is bizarre," I smiled at him. "I don't know why you didn't tell me sooner; I would have loved it. A giant Quil teddy bear!" A sound grumbled from his chest. I turned to look at him and you could see he had a smile on his face

We stayed that until nighttime came. It was starting to get dark, but I didn't care. I knew I was safe right here. Sometimes I would talk, but mostly I just ran my hands through his fur, scratching his ears which he especially loved. Every time I got close to his face, he would lean forwards and lick me.

Finally, I turned to Quil and said, "Can you turn back now please—I sort of miss your voice." He laughed again, or at least made a rough coughing sound that I took to be a laugh and disappeared into the woods.

It was an electric shock to see human Quil again after the long afternoon. He sat down beside me, and my fingers itched to reach out to him, to run my hands across his smooth skin, to wrap myself up in his arms as I had when he was in his wolf form. It was impossible to not touch him after being so close, and the strength of the urge shocked me—I'd never felt anything like it before. I wanted so bad to touch him, but I didn't.

We sat there for a while longer, just talking. He told me everything: from when he phased for the first time to the alliance with the Cullens for the Great Renesmee Battle to now. I wasn't scared of Ness though, she had never hurt me before so I was positive she wouldn't hurt me now.

We sat quietly for a few minutes. It was Quil who broke the silence.

"Were you scared?" He asked. Scared? Then it dawned on me that he thought I was scared of his wolf form.

I felt myself blush. "No, I wasn't scared. I liked it very much; you're going to have do that for me again sometime." He laughed.

He stared at me for a few seconds.

"What?" I demanded, feeling self-conscious. Did I have dirt on my nose—fur on my shirt? Quil ducked his head; I could have sworn a blush darkened his face.

"You taste like Armand's… and coconut," he said quietly, his voice making me blush too.

"How do you know that?"

"When I licked your face, wolf senses, you know."

"Oh! Okay, so why did it take so long for you to tell me about everything?"

"I don't know. I guess I was just scared of losing you. I didn't want you to be scared of me. I didn't want you to tell me to stay away from you Claire. I can't stay away from you Claire."

"Why?" I asked.

"Do you remember one of the stories of the third wife?"

"Yeah, she sacrificed herself to save her husband."

"Yeah, that's the one. Do you remember how it said that the third wife was his true spirit wife; people nowadays would call her his soul mate. Only to Taha Aki it was even stronger than that, more absolute. He would kill anyone who would try and hurt her." I nodded, knowing where was he going with this "It's called imprinting C and it happened before with Sam and Emily, Jake and Ness, Jared and Kim, and…you and me." He glanced over at me. I was shocked that he imprinted on me. When? How? Why? And Yay!

"When?" I asked.

"When you where two," He replied.

"Oh. How?"

"I'm not sure I went to see Emily and Sam one day on your birthday. You and your brothers and sister where there, and when I walked in you looked straight into my eyes with a huge smile on your face and said, 'hawo,' and right then and there I felt that it wasn't gravity holding me down to this world it was you. You captured my heart as you grew older, and I fell more and more in love with you. It was amazing. I love you Claire Young. I'm in love with you." I started to laugh, so he looked over at me confused

"Why are you laughing? Are you okay? Are you going into shock?"

"I'm fine. You might or might not know this Quil; but I've been in love with you for years now, but I always thought that-" before I could finish what I was saying he grabbed my face and kissed me. I stiffened at first but after a second I relaxed and kissed him back. It was so blissful; it was everything I had been waiting for. He laid back and I straddled his waist. I melted into his arms. My skin felt like fire wherever his hands would touch. He planted kisses up and down my neck and back up to my lips before saying, "I love you Claire Young." It was heaven; it was everything I have ever wanted. I felt like I had been wrapped up in Quil's arms for hours, but I'm sure was only a minute or two in reality. Once we stopped, I got off of him and laid down next to him. I laid my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer. While we laid there I got an idea.

AU: Let me know what you think, please!