First, I would like to Thank anyone who takes a chance on my story. This is a love story between Quil and Claire when they're older so if you're not looking for that then this story is not for you. My main goal is to show Claire's perspective in all this.

"Seriously, Quil, You need to start dating," Jacob said. They were currently sitting in Sam and Emily's house. Sam and Emily were finishing up on moving Claire and her sister's things to there. After Emily's sister and her husband had gotten into a fatal car-wreck, they thought it best if the girls moved in with them. Claire was still recovering from the shock of it all. Michelle, her sister, couldn't stop crying, but Claire just held it in. She didn't cry once, even when they told her the news. It wasn't so much that she wasn't in pain, more-so of being too shocked to feel. All she did was stand still for a couple of minutes then clung to Quil the whole night. She had been just four months shy of her fourteenth birthday.

"I don't know Jacob. Claire still needs me," Quil replied as he spoke with uncertainty.

"I'm not saying don't come around anymore, I'm just saying to give them some space so they can mourn as a family. Besides, it might make Emily feel better about the situation," Jacob said to try and persuade Quil even more. No one needed to question what situation they were referring to. Both of them knew that Jacob was talking about the time Quil had imprinted on Claire. It had sent the whole pack on edge and upset Emily to no end. It was no surprise considering Claire was her niece and only two at the time, whereas, Quil was a teenager; an age-gap well over ten years.

Claire, who was listening from the top of the stairs, could hear Quil's chair creak under his weight as he thought about Jacob's suggestion.

'There's no way Quil would do that to me. He would never be with anyone else, especially when he told me I was his Claire-bear – the one and only for him,' Claire thought to herself smugly.

"I-I don't know Jake. Do you think this is for the best," Quil questioned nervously.

'What,' Claire freaked. 'What did he just say?'

"Of course it's for the best, Quil. Think about it: Claire's still just a baby and Emily was never really comfortable with you imprinting on her. This might make her come around," Jake said. Claire could hear the smile in his voice as it was carried up the stairs to where she sat with her face pressed in between the wooden pegs, straining to hear everything.

'Jake's probably happy that he took my Quilcupine away from me,' Claire thought angrily to herself. 'I don't know why he's been in such a bad mood lately, but that was no cause for him to turn my Quinny against me.'

There had been a silent pause as it seemed that Quil was mulling everything over before Jacob's voice had broken the silence once again.

"Look, when Claire gets older, you can dump the girl and get with her. This is only a temporary fix until Claire comes of age. Then, when she's old enough ya'll can go off to your fairytale castle and live happily ever after."

"…Okay…but only until Claire's old enough," Quil spoke and Claire could feel her heart shattering.

She couldn't take it anymore, so she got up and ran to her room – her footsteps reverberated against the floorboards as she went and let Quil know that something was wrong. Like the door slamming in the new, sudden, and profound silence wasn't enough to express her distress.

She jumped onto her bed and threw herself under the covers, sobbing as she curled herself into a ball of despair.

'As if losing my parents wasn't enough, now I had to lose him too? He's the only thing I have left and now he is to be torn away from me and given to another – someone who doesn't even have the ability to grasp what kind of a wonderful person they'll have.'

Her sobs were all that filled the smothering air until she faintly heard her bedroom door creak open as someone eased their way in and made their way over to her bed before sliding under the covers with her. His smell enveloped all around her and took away some of the pain, but only slightly - Her Quil.

"Claire," he whispered hesitantly in a soothing tone. "What's wrong, honey?"

He was currently rubbing her back in what was supposed to be a comforting manner, but it only made her realize all the sooner on what she would be missing. From now on, these sweet, gentle hands would belong to someone else's back when they were in need of consoling.

When she didn't answer after a while and continued to cry, he assumed that the cause for her tears was her parents' death and pressed on, "Don't worry, Claire-bear; they're in a better place now." He spoke so softly to her, trying with all his might to stop her tears.

At his mention of her pet name, she turned over into his arms and looked him in the eyes with her tear-streaked face. "Do you love me, Quil," she asked heart-brokenly. He looked so taken aback – like he wasn't expecting her to ask that, but then his expression softened and he took her into his arms and said the very thing that she lived for.

"Of course I love you, Claire-bear."

She knew as soon as he spoke those words that it was a lie. If he had truly loved her, he wouldn't be with another. He'd still be Her Quilcupine, Her Quinny, Her Quil – Hers.

He held her just like that all through the night and when she was sure he was deeply asleep, she whispered words into the darkness that never should have been spoken.

"I'm not your Claire-bear anymore…nor will I ever be."

That was the first time she was taught what it meant to hate.

That was the first chap and I hope you liked it! Please comment and subscribe!