The Run To Quinn

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QUINN
THE HOUSE WAS HUGE, to say the least. People moved in and out of it, bustling around and laughing. It was two stories high, three if you counted what looked like an attic under the A-frame build.

"You live here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I said don't judge!" He half laughed, half groaned out.

I wasn't judging at all. It was a beautiful home with big floor to ceiling windows and cabin-like walls.

A wrap around porch circled it, holding various chairs and hammocks. People sat and laughed, talking about whatever they wanted.

Two familiar faces walked out of the front doors. Brothers who might as well have been twins but weren't.

"Clare! Clark! How good to see you again," Bash said sarcastically.

Clark, who I knew to have bangs and be a couple inches taller, took a step towards Seb. "Sebastián, you are in a load of trouble."

Sebastián huffed out a breath, nodding his head. "Don't I know it," he muttered.

As if on queue, a strong presence walked through the front door. Her aura didn't wash over us, she wasn't powerful— but at the same time she was.

She walked with her back straight and chin up. A look was on her face that made the crowd of people hush to a whisper and step out of her way.

Her eyes were narrowed as she took determined steps to us, her dark hair blowing behind her, only adding to the illusion that she was the Luna.

But I knew she wasn't. And I instinctively knew who she was.

"Hi, mom," Seb said once the woman had come to stand closer to us.

She was beautiful, head to toe she was gorgeous. Her eyes matched Seb's hazel ones, her hair was a tad darker, followed by her skin. She was short, a couple inches shorter than I was. But she wasn't a woman you could look down on.

"You, are in—"

"A load of trouble?" Sebastián winced as his mom glared at him, anger ebbing through her eyes.

She groaned, slapping the back of his head. "You scared me, cariño! You didn't even mind link me!" She put her hands on her hips. "And you find a mate and you don't introduce her to me and—" his mom's gaze turned slowly to me.

Everyone within the vicinity, maybe 20 people, was watching the scene play out, slight smirks on their faces.

"And she's beautiful!" She brought me into a lung-crushing hug. "Hi, I'm Kimberly Vivanco, lovely to meet you."

I hugged her back. "Quinn," I responded.

She put her hands on my cheeks and then patted them before turning back to Seb, who was watching us with awe in his eyes. "Clare told me your hands were hurt."

Seb nodded, holding them out. His mom gently picked my hands up as well. "I'll patch you both up."

The large group of people began going back to their daily business. His mom guided us into the large house, looking back at us every once in a while to make sure we were still following.

The house on the inside was just as big and grande. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, eliciting a warm feeling.

The A-Frame ceiling held various pictures and decorations and different memories that held so much meaning.

"Your house is beautiful," I said, smiling.

Kimberly smiles softly at me. "Thank you, it took a long time to build. Its not the pack house but, it might as well be."