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betrayed no emotion； but she never looked away from the flames。 Looking at the perfection of Leah’s
features； I couldn’t help but pare them to Emily’s ruined face。 What did Leah think of Emily’s scars； now
that she knew the truth behind them？ Did it seem like justice in her eyes？
Little Seth Clearwater wasn’t so little anymore。 With his huge； happy grin and his long； gangly build； he
reminded me very much of a younger Jacob。 The resemblance made me smile； and then sigh。 Was Seth
doomed to have his life change as drastically as the rest of these boys？ Was that future why he and his family
were allowed to be here？
The whole pack was there： Sam with his Emily； Paul； Embry； Quil； and Jared with Kim； the girl he’d
imprinted upon。
My first impression of Kim was that she was a nice girl； a little shy； and a little plain。 She had a wide face；
mostly cheekbones； with eyes too small to balance them out。 Her nose and mouth were both too broad for
traditional beauty。 Her flat black hair was thin and wispy in the wind that never seemed to let up atop the cliff。
That was my first impression。 But after a few hours of watching Jared watch Kim； I could no longer find
anything plain about the girl。
The way he stared at her！ It was like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time。 Like a collector finding
an undiscovered Da Vinci； like a mother looking into the face of her newborn child。
His wondering eyes made me see new things about her — how her skin looked like russetcolored silk in
the firelight； how the shape of her lips was a perfect double curve； how white her teeth were against them； how
long her eyelashes were； brushing her cheek when she looked down。
Kim’s skin sometimes darkened when she met Jared’s awed gaze； and her eyes would drop as if in
embarrassment； but she had a hard time keeping her eyes away from his for any length of time。
Watching them； I felt like I better understood what Jacob had told me about imprinting before — it’s
hard to resist that level of mitment and adoration。
Kim was nodding off now against Jared’s chest； his arms around her。 I imagined she would be very warm
there。
“It’s getting late；” I murmured to Jacob。
“Don’t start that yet；” Jacob whispered back — though certainly half the group here had hearing sensitive
enough to hear us anyway。 “The best part is ing。”
“What’s the best part？ You swallowing an entire cow whole？”
Jacob chuckled his low； throaty laugh。 “No。 That’s the finale。 We didn’t meet just to eat through a week’s
worth of food。 This is technically a council meeting。 It’s Quil’s first time； and he hasn’t heard the stories yet。
Well； he’s heard them； but thiswill be the first time he knows they’re true。 That tends to make a guy pay
closer attention。 Kim and Seth and Leah are all firsttimers； too。”
“Stories？”
Jacob scooted back beside me； where I rested against a low ridge of rock。 He put his arm over my
shoulder and spoke even lower into my ear。
“The histories we always thought were legends；” he said。 “The stories of how we came to be。 The first is
the story of the spirit warriors。”
It was almost as if Jacob’s soft whisper was the introduction。 The atmosphere changed abruptly around
the lowburning fire。 Paul and Embry sat up straighter。 Jared nudged Kim and then pulled her gently upright。
Emily produced a spiralbound notebook and a pen； looking exactly like a student set for an important
lecture。 Sam twisted just slightly beside her — so that he was facing the same direction as Old Quil； who was
on his other side — and suddenly I realized that the elders of the council here were not three； but four in
number。
Leah Clearwater； her face still a beautiful and emotionless mask； closed her eyes — not like she was tired；
but as if to help her concentration。 Her brother leaned in toward the elders eagerly。
The fire crackled； sending another explosion of sparks glittering up against the night。
Billy cleared his throat； and； with no more introduction than his son’s whisper； began telling the story in his
rich； deep voice。 The words poured out with precision； as if he knew them by heart； but also with feeling and a
subtle rhythm。 Like poetry performed by its author。
“The Quileutes have been a small people from the beginning；” Billy said。 “And we are a small people still；
but we have never disappeared。 This is because there has always been magic in our blood。 It wasn’t always
the magic of shapeshifting — that came later。 First； we were spirit warriors。”
Never before had I recognized the ring of majesty that was in Billy Black’s voice； though I realized now
that this authority had always been there。
Emily’s pen sprinted across the sheets of paper as she tried to keep up with him。
“In the beginning； the tribe settled in this harbor and became skilled ship builders and fishermen。 But the
tribe was small； and the harbor was rich in fish。 There were others who coveted our land； and we were too
small to hold it。 A larger tribe moved against us； and we took to our ships to escape them。
“Kaheleha was not the first spirit warrior； but we do not remember the stories that came before his。 We
do not remember who was the first to discover this power； or how it had been used before this crisis。
Kaheleha was the first great Spirit Chief in our history。 In this emergency； Kaheleha used the magic to defend
our land。
“He and all his warriors left the ship — not their bodies； but their spirits。 Their women watched over the
bodies and the waves； and the men took their spirits back to our harbor。
“They could not physically touch the enemy tribe； but they had other ways。 The stories tell us that they
could blow fierce winds into their enemy’s camps； they could make a great screaming in the wind that terrified
their foes。 The stories also tell us that the animals could see the spirit warriors and understand them； the
animals would do their bidding。
“Kaheleha took his spirit army and wreaked havoc on the intruders。 This invading tribe had packs of big；
thickfurred dogs that they used to pull their sleds in the frozen north。 The s