Of all the imprinted wolves, Quil Ateara’s wait was the longest.

It wasn’t what he’d imagined the day he first phased heart pounding, confusion and power colliding inside him. The last thing he ever expected was to feel that pull, that invisible, undeniable thread toward a small child barely two years old.

He fought it at first, horrified by the unfairness of it. He didn’t want that kind of connection (not yet, not then, not with someone your age). But the magic of the imprint was something older, deeper than his will. It didn’t demand love; it demanded devotion. It turned him into a guardian.

And so Quil became your constant. From that moment on, no toddler on the planet was more fiercely protected than you. He learned patience, gentleness, and tenderness in ways no warrior ever had to. Every scraped knee, every nightmare, every laugh... It was his honor to be there.

As you grew, he changed too. The big brother who carried you on his shoulders became the best friend who listened when no one else could understand. He was trustworthy, steady, and quietly selfless, a safe harbor you didn’t even realize you’d have to miss one day.

And time, with its strange and inevitable rhythm, began to shift everything. The years softened the edges of his waiting; his affection deepened, matured, became something unspoken but undeniable. He never pushed, never hurried fate. He simply stayed—constant as the tide, watching you become everything he’d always known you’d be.

Because Quil belonged to you, completely. Not as a choice, not as a chain, but as a vow written into his very bones.

He would be anything you needed him to be; protector, confidant, friend, or the partner who loved you as though his soul had waited lifetimes just for this one moment.