AN: yeah there's not really an excuse really.. Just that this chapter is way too over due. You know what in the time that I haven't updated this, I went to Turkey, finished my GCSE's, finished school, got a new job, had Christmas, got a new laptop, turned sixteen, got a tattoo. And I'm sorry for leaving you guys hanging.

This chapter is veryyyy short. I would call it more of a prologue type chapter, Pauls comes to a conclusion and Reillys angry and wants answers.

Chapter eleven.

Paul's POV

I needed to speak with him, needed to tell him how I felt. My feelings were changing, they were going more over the brotherly kind of love, but it felt so wrong, she was only 15 and I was what twice her age? Although I didn't look it. But I knew it, she did, she'd think I was a freak. She thinks of me more of a brother, a best friend. I think of her as a friend, someone who I could possibly have feelings for within the next few years, and it's really freaking me out.

Tonight when she looked at me on the way home, it was like I was looking into my own soul, seeing my life, the life I could have in years to come, it made me think differently, I'd never had those thoughts towards her like that. I needed to tell Jared, or speak to Quil, I needed to know how this shit worked. I feel like I should turn myself into the police for thinking any thoughts of a relationship with her, she's just too young. But she just doesn't look it, she's so grown up. Her eyes are tortured, they've hardened she's been through so much.

Jared followed me out onto the porch.

"What is it you want Paul? My baby girl has been home for all of 24 hours, I'd like to just be with them all." He said in a defeated tone, and turned to look at me. We'd been best friends all these years, he phased first, left me, then it was me, we were together again. I was there for him through Kim, I was there for everything in his life. And now looking at him, he's a father, a husband, a child on the way, a role model. And I'm still stuck in the same 19 year old body.

"Jay bro, I think... I don't know. I feel like, I feel that my feelings towards her are changing. I know she's young! I know, and I feel like I should be in a mental facility thinking about her like a potential, I don't know..." I told him, now wanting to look him in the eyes to see his disgusted face.

He huffed " I Knew this day would come... But man, she's my little girl, always will be, despite she's not blood, I count her as it. She's mine. I want you to speak to Quil. But the one thing I ask and it's a big one. You don't pursue her like that until she's 18. Please? Let her have her chances with other people, but we all know she will eventually end up with you, just let her live a normal life until then. Then I will give you permission to... date her" he cringed "and you don't tell her about imprinting until then either. If you do ever get round to telling her about the wolves"
He clapped me on the shoulder and left me out there to think.

I've watched her grow from a small eleven year old, to an older version of her self at fifteen, she still has so much to discover until she bothers to even think of me that way, before she even considers that she has the tiniest feelings for me. As soon as the feelings hit properly, that's when it's going to be the hardest. For me, and for her. I will respect anything her father throws at me, and I will keep to the promise he gave me.

God I really need to speak to Quil.

Reilly's POV

It was cold, and I didn't want to wake up from my slumber, the sheets were wrapped around me in a cocoon type shape, I wanted to stay here forever, not have to face every day with people looking at me funny, looking over my shoulder every minute of every hour, to have to live three weeks with this stupid cast on. What scared me most; I couldn't run, if it came to the point where I had to, during that time I wouldn't be able to run away from my fears; from Jamie.

My door creaked open slightly, and flinched from the sound, it revealed just to be my mom checking up on me, to see how I was holding up, I told her I was good, and that I needed to learn how to get around by myself, I couldn't have their help all the time.

She left me alone in my room, when I noticed my window was open, that's why it must have been so cold. I got up out of bed, grabbed my crutches and walked, more like hopped over to my window to close it. I got myself changed into some baggy sweats and a hoodie, I couldn't be bothered with any formal shower or trying to do anything with my hair or washing myself.i didn't feel like to be in the social able mood today.

I got down the stairs eventually and my dad went to say something to me, but obviously saw the look on my face and left me bee. I didn't want sympathy. I broke my foot, running away from three guys who claim you all killed someone, a woman nonetheless. So the only talking I was in the mood for was answers. And if no-one was going to give them to me, then we were going to have to stick this out then weren't we?

Do they not realise that I was taken, literally kidnapped, and held hostage for almost two weeks, and they're still not saying anything, not even last night when I asked Paul, he just got angry and stopped.

so I ate my breakfast grabbed my crutches, and stormed out the house looking for some freaking answers, all the while my mother calling after me from down the street.

Short I know. But you'll deal, nothing really new I suppose. But you got a chapter after almost a year of not updating. Sorry again! Review? Or don't. Oh and by the way. I changed my name. Thought it was time I sounded much older.

Peace and love.

ADOVOXO.