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Author: Olga LaLa

Summery: Quil sees Claire for the first time and can't help by being too protective and possessive where she is concered.

A/N: This is my first Twilight fic. I am very intrigued by the whole imprint theory so I decided to give this a shot. Please let me know what you think of the first chapter.

Please enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

"Quil,"

"Quil!" Sam Uley tried to snap the young boy out of his stupor for the third time to no avail.

"Sam, is he…" Emily gasped at what she was seeing.

"Yes," he answered her unfinished question.

Sam really did not need to elaborate to her what was going on with their friend, Quil. The same thing had happened to him not too long ago when he had met his Emily for the first time.

Imprint. Quil Ateara had just imprinted.

Although for werewolves it was considered as a happy occasion to imprint on someone, seeing as that 'imprinted' individual was the werewolf's' one and only true mate, however imprinting on a two year old toddler was a totally different can of worms all together.

And that can of worms had just been opened.

Quil had just imprinted on the unsuspecting, innocent two-year-old girl.

The boys had just came over from their morning jog to Sam's house where they knew that Emily was waiting for them with their usual morning banquet. It had become the pack's morning ritual and Sam was truly blessed that his imprint was the best cook in the world and that she was always more than happy to oblige their monstrous appetite.

The moment Sam and his pack, which consisted of Jacob, Quil, Jared, Paul and Embry at the moment, entered the kitchen they all raced to get their own sit. As it turns out there was always one of the pack members that was always left standing because there was not enough room at the table for all of them. Who ever was left standing was always the bud of jokes for everyone else because of how slow that individual was.

As the pack took their places, they looked around to see who was today's loser.

"Hey, Quil," Paul howled. "You better get you slow ass in here so at least you can get our leftovers." It was really unheard of one of the wolves to pass up Emily's cooking so when Quil hadn't run into the kitchen after Paul's teasing; a few members raised their eyebrows in suspicion.

"I'll go check on him." Sam announced as he walked to the back yard through the screen door. There he saw Quil on his hands and knees in the grass with his back toward him. Confused, the Alpha male walked around to see what exactly Quil was doing. Sam stopped in his track, shocked, as he processed the scenery.

There, in his backyard, Quil was crouching on all fours, sniffing the face and body of a two-year old girl; Claire, one of the two Emily's nieces.

Emily's sister and her husband had left her and Sam in charge of their two girls because they had to attend a wedding that was held in Seattle.

Just then Emily came out, probably to check on Claire.

"Sam?" Emily questioned.

Sam automatically raised his hand to let his mate know not to make another move. Emily stopped a few feet away from him.

"Quil," Sam said gently. Unsurprisingly, Quil did not reply as he continued to sniff as well as lick at the child every now and then.

"Quil." Sam said louder. Still nothing.

"Quil!" Sam tried again. However this time they heard a low growl emerge from Quil's throat, probably because he was being interrupted from his task.

"Sam, is he…" Emily gasped at what she was seeing.

"Yes," he answered her unfinished question. Quil was imprinting on her two-year old niece.

"Good God, Sam." She was appalled. "Do something!" When he didn't to intervene fast enough for her, she crossed the distance to take the child away from Quil herself.

"Emily, DON'T!" Sam shouted a second too late before all hell broke loose.

The moment Emily touched Clair, Quil went into rage. He began to shake uncontrollably and a second later he morphed into a huge brown werewolf.

"Get back!" Sam yelled, pulling her behind him and out of the wolf's reach before the unstable werewolf could do any damage to his mate.

"What's going on, here?" Jacob sprouted when he came out to see all the commotion.

The werewolf growled louder, more menacingly

"What the f…?" Before he was through with the blasphemy, The werewolf turned on the toddler, somehow clamping his teeth by the hood of a rain coat Clair had wore due to the always drizzling weather in Forks and jumped over the fence, carrying her away as though she was his wolf cub.

TBC…?

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