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Sin's Of The Father	By : fusedtwilight Category: Twilight Series > General Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Sins of the Father
Chapter 3
It's A Rock!
Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta animegirlkiki for betaing.
Last chapter Jake got a package by his great-grandfather Ephraim and it led them to a box. Now we find out what was in that box.
"IT'S A FUCKING ROCK!" Leah roared.
"Well...it's a pretty rock," Seth said.
The rock in question was obsidian black, smooth and flawless it was about the size of a hockey puck. It was oblong in shape and had the same symbol of the two wolves on it that was on the last box, it was carved into the stone in white lines. A leather string went through the top so it could be worn as a necklace. Small wolf fangs were attached to it as well.
"I can't believe it, I am going to die over a stupid rock," Jake said.
"So much for treasure," Embry said, his dreams of the money they would use to open the garage disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Well, let's at least take it back with us. No sense in going home empty handed," Seth said.
They grabbed their shovels and headed out. Jake hoped that by the time Bella and Edward came back to the meadow the scent of the wolves would be long gone. Though he was sure Edward would pick it up from his thoughts.
"I wonder what is so special about this?" Seth asked, running his hand over the stone.
"Hopefully Epigram's book can tell us," Embry said.
They continued their trek back to Jake's house. Disappointment was thick on their minds. Each had expected to find some great treasure or some great mystery.
They had no idea how right they all were.

It was many hours later and the wolves were back at Jake's.
They all sat outside, moping about the stone which now rested on Jake's bed along with the book.
The only one who was in a good mood was Quil. Claire was with them now; her parents had a date and asked Quil to watch her.
Claire's parents loved Quil, they trusted him with Claire, he had been highly recommended by Emily many others and he watched her for free and Claire just adored him.
They did not know that Quil was a shape-shifter and had imprinted on her. They did not know he was so highly recommended because everyone they asked either knew him as Old Quil's grandson or knew he had imprinted on Claire and wanted to help him stay in contact with her.
To understand imprinting is to have an imprint. Imprinting is love, in its purest form. Some might think it disturbing for a teen like Quil to imprint on a little girl like Claire.
But there is nothing disturbing.
The connection between the two is purely brother and sister. No, it is even stronger. To imprint on someone means you are bound to them, it is not gravity that keeps you tied to the earth, it is her.
You will be what ever she needs you to be. Friend, brother, lover. You will do anything to make sure she is safe and happy.
Imprinting does not mean they have to become a mated couple. But it usually ends that way because the amount of devotion the wolf gives to their imprint is too much for the female in question to resist.
Claire's love for Quil is purely sisterly. But she loves him a great amount and loves spending time with him more then anything in the world.
No one, not even the elders are sure why imprinting exists. Some think it is nature's way to make sure the wolf mates with the best candidate so to make stronger generations of wolves.
Some think it makes the wolf a better person as imprinting fills the wolf's life with so much happiness in many ways they do become a better person.
No matter the reason, the power of imprinting was great.
There were many views on imprinting, to the wolf who has imprinted it is Heaven on earth. To un-imprinted wolves some desire to imprint, to get a taste of their over slice of Heaven. Some don't like the idea, they don't like how much imprinting changes the wolf, and they see it as a form of slavery.
To Leah Clearwater imprinting was something she hated. Due to her own history with imprinting is gave her a rather negative view on it.
How ever, watching Quil and Claire did make her smile.
"Higher Qwil! Higher!" Claire screamed as Quil tossed her in the air.
Quil tossed her a little higher. He was careful he didn't toss her too high. He was not worried about dropping her. His wolf reflex's helped him catch her perfectly.
When he finally sat down she wobbled a little and fell on her bottom.
"That was fun Qwil!"
Quil smiled, delighted she was having fun. The disappointment of earlier was long forgotten.
"Do you want to play hide and seek?" he asked.
"In a minute. I have to go pee," she said.
"Do you need help Claire-bear?" Leah asked.
Claire shook her head. "No thank you Leah, I am a big girl now. I can go potty all by myself," Claire said.
She walked into Jake's house. Quil watched her go, a wistful look on his face. He was missing her already.
"Can you believe it? She's old enough to go to the bathroom all by herself now," Leah said.
"I know. Seems like only yesterday I saw her on the beach," Quil said.
They waited for Claire to come back. Not knowing what was about to happen.

Claire had successfully gone potty by herself.
Taking pride in what she did as she needed no one's help. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands. She couldn't wait to tell Qwil, he was going to be so proud.
She walked out of the bathroom and was walking down the hall, but as she passed Jacob's room something caught her eye.
She knew she shouldn't snoop around, but she could not resist a child's overwhelming curiosity.
It was on Jake's bed, it was black and had a white picture etched into it. It was a stone, it was very smooth.
Looking around quickly she walked over to Jacob's bed and picked up the stone. She ran a finger over the stone and shuddered. It was so smooth and pretty. She liked pretty rocks.
Sometimes when her parents or Qwil takes her to a creek or the beach she likes to find rock and stones that had been made smooth by the years of being washed by the water.
She had dozens of them at home, but none like this.
"Pretty," she said with a smile.
She moved to put it back before she got caught, but she had neglected to tie her shoelace. She tripped on her shoestring and feel to the floor.
"Ow!" she cried.
The rock fell to the floor and Claire fell face first to the floor. Her teeth bit into her tongue drawing blood.
She stood up on her knees, tears already welling in her eyes. She could taste the metallic taste of blood in her mouth and her tongue was in pain.
She reached to grab the stone to put it back before she went to Qwil so he could fix her boo boo.
As she leaned forward to grab it her mouth opened just a little and a single drop of her blood dropped out and fell on the stone. At first nothing happened, and then the stone began to glow.
The stone grew blacker, the symbol on it started to glow with a bright white light.
Claire stared, amazed the stone was glowing. Not knowing what to do. She just watched.
The white and black lights grew so intense she had to look away. When she opened her eyes she saw she was not alone.
There was a boy standing in front of her. He wore a deer skin kilt, Around the kilt he wore a leather strap that had a knife and a small leather pouch attached to it, he had no shirt and was barefoot. He had a necklace that had dozens of wolf teeth attached to it, she saw on his wrists he had to bracelets on. He was barefoot and had cinnamon colored skin and black hair that went past his shoulder and yellow eyes.
No, not just yellow, golden, like the sun.
The bare stared at her with a strange sleepy look, like he had just woken up from a long sleep.
He finally focused then looked around, confused. His eyes settled on Claire. He said something to her, she did not know what he said. It sounded like Quileute to her, her grandma spoke Quileute.
He repeated what he said, more urgently.
Claire got up, blood trailed down her mouth. The shock of the boy appearing made her forget the pain.
The boy saw the blood and got a concerned look on his face. He took a step forward, he brought up his hand and touched her lips. Claire felt a tingling sensation in her mouth, she stepped back. The taste of blood vanished from her mouth.
She put her finger to her tongue and felt it, she did not feel a cut and when she drew her hand back she saw there was no blood.
She stared at the boy amazed and the boy just smiled back.
"QWIL!" she screamed.
She went running from Jake's room, leaving the boy alone and confused in Jake's room.
The wolves were outside calm and relaxed, but when they heard Claire scream they all tensed. The door went flying open and Claire came running out.
"What is it Claire?" he asked, wondering what could have alarmed her.
"There a boy in Jake's room!"
The wolves quickly made there way to Jake's room. When they got there they found no one there. The only thing out of place was the stone sitting on the floor.
"But he was here," Claire said. "I went to the bathroom and was coming back and I saw the pretty stone and I wanted to hold it and I did and I was going to put it back and then I tripped and I hurt my tongue and blood fell on it and it glowed black and white and the boy appeared and he was wearing a kilt and had eyes like the sun and he spoke and I don't know what he said and he healed my tongue."
Everyone stared at Claire as she took a few seconds to catch her breath.
"You all believe me right?" she asked.
The wolves all looked at one another. Truth be told, they did not. They did not smell any blood nor did they smell the scent of another. They were thinking little Claire's imagination was acting up again.
"Of course Claire, we believe you," Quil said with a smile.
"You do?"
"Sure. Tell you what, why don't we go see if we can find this boy," he said.
Claire smiled. She grabbed his hand and took Quil to help her find the strange boy with the sun colored eyes. The wolves left all except Jake.
He was looking at the window; he could have sworn he had closed it. He went to close it but stopped. There was a small bit of fur on the window. He picked it up and sniffed it; he recognized the smell of deer at once.
He shut his window, confused as to why there was deer fur on his window. He walked back to the stone and went to pick it up. The second his skin touched the stone he pulled his hand back and he fought the urge to curse.
The stone was hot! So hot it had burned him when he touched it. Jake nudged it with the sole of his shoe, the stone slid across the floor and he stared in shock. There was a scorch mark on his floor in the shape of the stone.
Jake remembered Claire's words of how the stone glowed and about a boy a fur kilt. He wondered for a moment if it was true. But it couldn't be right? Little boys just don't magically appear from stones.
Then again, a few years ago, he didn't think werewolves and vampires were real either.

Qahla soared in the sky.
His wings beat against the air, lifting him higher and higher.
After the strange girl went screaming from the room he decided he should quickly make his exit.
He sensed five other minds and wanted to avoid a situation.
So he had opened up the small door that was sealed by glass and jumped out, transforming his body into an eagle before he hit the ground.
He was still a little disoriented, the last thing he could recall was being with his mother and father. That was all he could remember.
He flew in the sky, he was sure he was still in Quileute land. He recognized the layout of the land. There were the cliffs, there were the beaches. But something was different now.
Strange wooden buildings and black roads with yellow lines littered the land.
He could sense the minds of the people below. So many of them, there were so many more then what he remembered the tribe had last.
Everything felt different, the land, the people, the air. He knew he was in Quileute land, but now it was called something different.
The word La Push kept on appearing in the minds below. He did not understand the words in their minds, they did not think like the Quileutes he knew, yet they were Quileutes.
Qahla was so confused. Where was his mother and father? Where were the other Quileute's he knew? Who was that little girl and how did he get in that strange house?
Qahla flew onto the black road with the yellow lines on it. He transformed into his human form. The road was flat and hard. He knelt down and ran his hands over it. He had never seen anything like it.
He wondered why it was so wide and what the purpose of the yellow line was.
He then sensed something fast approaching him. He could hear the sounds of...well…he could not think of how to describe it.
Just then, some large came rushing past the curve of the road. It came so quickly, Qahla barely had time to react. It was going to hit him and he knew if it did he would be badly hurt.
He thought he saw some one in the car.
The world exploded in white light. He was vaguely aware of flying in the air, his body twisting in painful ways, and then he was on the ground.
The beast came to a halt, making a screeching sound.
He knew he was dying. He could feel his life slipping from his body, but he was not scared. It was only an inconvenience for him.
The darkness overtook him and while he died, he remembered.

He sensed them long before he saw them.
The children were at the beach playing games. They were chasing after one another, selecting one of their own to try and chase down the others.
He could sense their fun, their excitement and he wanted to try it too.
They were a little older than he but he didn't care. His mother had been keeping him cooped up in the hut and he wanted to get away, so first chance he got he slipped out from under her.
His mother and father were always telling him not to run off without one of them accompanying him. But the other parents let their children wonder and he wanted to play with the other children.
He walked up to them a little nervous.
Once the children spotted him they stopped playing. He froze as well, the delight and happiness he had sensed vanished in a flash and was replaced with cold fear and hostility.
They all grouped together, like the warriors did when they were facing a large dangerous animal.
Qahla continued to approach them, he was used to such feelings. Many people in the tribe felt fear or hostility of him. In their minds they called him cursed and evil.
He could hear their thoughts, they were thinking about how their parents told them to stay away from Qahla, he was bad luck, that he would hurt them.
Qahla was confused why they would tell him that, he didn't want to hurt them. And he wasn't bad luck, bad things happened when he was around is all.
"Hello," he said to the children.
"What do you want?" one of the older children asked him, he was radiating aggression.
"Um..I was...wondering..if I could play?" he asked, trying to be as polite as possible.
"No," the boy said.
"But why?"
"Because, we don't want you around, so go away monster."
To add injury to insult the boy kicked his foot and a clump of sand hit Qahla in the face, getting into his eyes.
His eyes stung and the emotions of the others malicious delight at the older boys act angered Qahla. He glared at the boy and they all froze, fear once again filled them.
There was an explosion and sad filled the air. When it cleared the boy had been thrown five feet in the air, a small crater was dangerously close to where he had been standing.
The others started to scream and they ran for it. The boys friends helped him up and they ran, shouting curses at qahla as they ran away.
Soon Qahla was left alone.
A feeling of shame washed over him, his father was always telling him he had to control his emotions or else his power would do something like this. He didn't mean to get mad, but they were so mean.
All he wanted was a friend, he was so alone.
He began to head home, he was sure he was going to get in trouble when his father heard what happened.
Half the tribe would surely know by now and he was positive it would fuel their anger at him.
He didn't mean to cause bad things to happen.
They just followed him around was all.

He started to become aware, he could feel his body healing itself.
The emotions he sensed were of panic, dread and fear.
The person was talking quickly, he could not make out what she was saying.
He opened his eyes and saw there was a woman, she was yelling into a strange device in her hands. He got up, his body had repaired itself.
The woman turned around, her face covered in tears, she stared at him in shock, her mouth was hanging open.
He smiled at her, letting her know he was okay and held no grudge against him. From what he sensed she had not expected him to be on the road. Apparently the beast was some kind of vehicle used for transportation.
Apparently standing on these roads was not a very bright idea either.
He ran off into the woods, he could hear the woman calling to him, wanting him to return. But he did not.
He did not understand what was going on. The world had changed and he did not know why. But he had to figure out what has happened.
Once again trouble was following him. Of that he was sure.
A little while later Qahla found a creek.
It was the same creek he had visited many times before, but like the rest of the land it was different.
He took off the leather belt and laid it on a rock. He then took off his deer skin kilt and the bracelets his mother made for him. Finally he took off his loin cloth and wadded into the creek.
The water was cool and it helped wake him up. Since he magically appeared in the room with the strange little girl he felt like he had just woke up from a very long nap.
After he had washed himself he went back to the rock and gather his cloth's.
After he dressed himself a wolf came slinking from the woods. It ignored Qahla and dipped it's head into the water, taking a drink.
Qahla walked up to the wolf. It looked at him warily.
"Hello my wolf brother, might I ask you some questions?" Qahala asked.
The wolf cocked his head to the side.
"Huh, never met a human that can speak the language, you must be something special, your kind is so rare now days. How may I help you my human brother?"
In case you were wondering, one of Qahla's gifts was he could communicate with animals. If a human were to stumble on the two they would hear a child in a kilt speaking another language and a wolf barking, yipping and growling at him.
"I was wondering, could you tell me what happened to the Quileutes?" Qahla asked.
"You're going to have to be more specific," the wolf said.
"Well, what happened? Why are their houses of wood and what are those strange metallic creatures?"
The wolf gave him a funny look. "Where have you been? Under a rock?"
"What do you mean?"
"Those metallic creatures are called cars and those wooden houses have been around for over a century."
Qahla shook his head. "That can not be, they were not around the other day."
The wolf scratched his head with his foot.
"I don't know when the other day was for you pup. Judging from your attire and the fact you speak Quileute I am guessing you are in the wrong time."
"What do you mean?" Qahla asked.
"Alright, what year is it?"
"It is the year of the great Taha Aki of course."
The wolves eyes widened.
"Taha Aki? Pup you are quit mistaken. Taha Aki was centuries ago."
Qahla could sense the truth in his words, but he refused to accept it.
"But that can't be. I was just with my mother and father. Then I woke up in a strange house and there was a strange girl."
"I don't know what to tell you pup. Taha Aki is a legend now. Long since gone."
The wolf got up and trotted to the woods. He turned back and looked at Qahla.
"If I were you I would meet with his children's children."
"Children's children?" Qahla asked confused.
"Sure. You can't miss them. There are so many of them running around. I heard a whisper there is going to be a bonfire at the beach tonight. Go there and seek them out. They may have the answers you seek."
The wolf ran off, leaving Qahla by himself. He wondered if it could be true. Could it be he had somehow found himself in the future?
But according to the wolf the time of Taha Aki was centuries ago...so that means...

It was during this time that many events began to be set in motion.
The second Qahla was freed from his prison things began to stir in the world. Things that had not walked the earth in a long time.
Deep with in the bowls of the spirit world, creatures old as stone felt the presence of something powerful in the physical world. They could feel it's power bleed through the veil that separated the physical and the spiritual.
They relished in this power, it gave them strength, it gave them power, it gave them substance.
Slowly but surely Qahla's physical presence was causing a reaction.
Soon, creatures that lived in the spirit world would gain enough power that they would be able to walk the earth again. Ancient beings that had slumbered for generations were awakening.
The Quileute's thought the cold one's were the only things that went bump in the night, little did they know there were older things that brought fear and terror to humanity long before the vampires did.

Later Claire was still trying to find the strange Quileute boy.
Quil and she walked through the woods. Quil still believed they were hunting an imaginary friend, but Claire knew the boy was real; he was not something she made up.
She knew the only way she could prove it to the others was to find this boy.
So she led Quil into the woods, hoping they could catch some sign of this elusive boy.
"Maybe we should head back Claire," Quil said.
"But Qwil, we have to find the boy. What if he is lost or hurt?" she asked.
Quil smiled. "Don't worry Claire, I am sure someone would have spotted him. I mean, how many kids in kilts are there in La Push?"

Qahla was hungry.
He had been wondering the woods, trying to figure out what to do.
He was at that age where making his own decisions was a scary idea and he would much prefer an adult to make the decisions for him.
But there were no adults. At least no one he could trust.
But he was getting very hungry and knew he needed to find something to eat.
He had turned himself into a wolf and ran through the woods, trying to find something to eat. His nose picked something up that made his mouth water.
He followed the scent to one of those wooden houses and saw on an open window was a strange tan colored thing that smelled like blue berries.
Qahla transformed back into his human self, he sensed a single mind in the house, a woman.
What he read from her was the thing on the windowsill was a pie and she had made it for her son when he came back.
Feeling a little guilt Qahla made his way to the windowsill. The need for food was to strong in him.
He levitated off the ground and grabbed the pie. It was kind of warm and it smelled delicious.
He reached a hand into the crust and pulled out a piece. His hands was smeared in warm blue berry.
He stuffed the piece of pie in his mouth and his eyes widened in surprise. It was even better then he imagined.
He began to stuff as much of the pie into his mouth as he could, it was the best thing he had ever had in his whole life. Even better then his mother cooked salmon.
There was so much flavor!
While he pigged out he did not sense the woman in the house coming to inspect on the pie. She had set it out a little while ago and was sure it was about ready.
When she saw it was not at the windowsill she was confused. But when she heard the ravenous sounds outside she grew suspicious.
She walked over to the window and stuck her head out.
She saw a strangely dressed child licking his hands of what was now her once blueberry pie.
"Hey!" she said.
Qahla looked up. He realized his mistake, he should have been paying attention, but he was so into the pie he had lost his train of thought.
"Boy, you are in a lot of trouble!"
Qahla did not know what she was saying but he got the idea.
He dropped the now empty pie holder and ran for the woods.
"Hey! Get back here!" the woman yelled.
But it was to late. His stomach now full of pie Qahla ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
When Embry arrived home he could smell the blueberry pie in the air. Looking forward to his mothers pie he walked in his house.
"Mom I'm home," he called.
He still did not tell his mom he was a werewolf. Now that there were two packs and the patrol schedule was a lot more flexible Embry didn't have to sneak out as much.
His mother was very happy; she thought he was finally snapping out of his rebellious phase.
Needless to say they were not fighting as much as they had been.
Embry was so glad for this. He hated making his mother upset. He did want to tell her the truth. Billy knew, old Quil knew, Sue knew. But Sam had made the rule that only imprints and elders could know, immediate family did not count.
The others tried to convince Sam to let Embry tell his mom, but Embry sided with Sam on it. He loved his mom, and she loved him very much.
She had raised him all by herself, he never knew his father. Tiffany told him it was a man she barely knew and didn't want to tie down with a family.
All these years Embry believe her until he phased.
Now he knew the real reason she never told him who his father was. Because the three possible fathers were all married men.
He wanted to ask her if she knew his father was married. He wanted to know if she loved his father, or if maybe he was the result of a drunken one night stand.
His mother was a good woman, he could not imagine her being the type of woman who sleeps with a married man.
But he could not ask her. He feared the answer.
It was quiet the conundrum for him. He wanted to know so bad. How could he not? His whole life he wondered who his father was, what kind of man he was. He wondered of the circumstances of his conception. How did his parents meet? Was it love or lust?
But he could not ask. He would have to reveal how he figured out who it might be and the answer might ruin lives.
If it was Billy Black then Jake, Rachel and Rebecca were his siblings and Billy had cheated on his wife Sarah. Sarah, whose death shook the Black family to it's foundations. Sarah who meant so much to her children and husband.
Embry had seen the look on Billy's face when he looked at a picture of her or when her name was brought up. Even after all these years he still missed her so much. Embry couldn't imagine what would cause him to cheat on her.
Then there was Quil's dad...Quil. Yes, Quil had a dad and a grandad and even a great-grandfather called Quil.
Quil's dad had died in a boating accident. Yet another tragedy for a good family. Yet another family that could be destroyed if it turned out Embry was the illegitimate child of Quil Atera.
Then there was Joshua Uley.
Embry hoped Joshua wasn't his father for a whole different set of reasons. Joshua was Sam's father and he had left his family when Sam was very young.
Two good men who were the fathers of his two best friends and another man who abandoned his family because he couldn't handle fatherhood.
There were days when Embry had trouble deciding which was the worst choice.
Everyone had hoped it was Joshua. He had already left his family, infidelity wouldn't be too surprising. Quil and Embry had especially hoped it was Joshua. Embry didn't blame them. If it was Joshua it wouldn't be so bad.
A part of Embry really wanted to know. But he knew the truth could hurt a lot of people. So he kept his silence. He figured knowing who his father was, was something he would never know.
But there were times when he was truly tempted to find out.
His mother was in the kitchen and he could tell from her body movement she was angry about something.
"Mom?"
Tiffany Call turned to face him. "Hey sweetie," she said.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"You won't believe this, some little kid stole our blueberry pie."
If Embry's stomach could cry, it would be weeping right now.
"What?"
"Yes, I sat the pie on the windowsill to cool off. I come back and it is gone. I heard this sounds so I looked out and there was this weird little kid eating the pie."
"Did you get him?" Embry asked, hoping his mother gave him a good spanking as well.
She shook her head. "Little brat ran off before I could."
Today was not Embry's day. First the stupid treasure hunt for the dumb rock now this.
"I tell you, parents today let their kids get away with anything. I mean this kid was wearing nothing but a kilt for crying out loud," Tiffany said.
"A kilt?"
"Yeah, like one of the ones our people wore back in the old days. And his eyes, I have never seen an Indian kid with eyes like that before."
"What was wrong with his eyes?" Embry asked.
"Well...they were yellow. Like golden yellow. Or like the sun. They were very pretty," Tiffany said.
She did not see the look on Embry's face. He recalled Claire's words about a strange boy in a kilt with sun yellow eyes. Before he thought her imagination was running wild again.
But now...

Meanwhile Jake was at his house.
Everyone had already left and he was staring at the stone.
He had sat it on his kitchen table. The book his great-grandfather had written was next to it.
The stone had not done anything odd since the strange burn mark it left in his room.
He picked up the stone again and held it in his hand. It was quit cool to the touch.
Something strange was going on, he could feel it. And it all had something to do with this odd stone.
Just then the door flew open and Paul came running in the house. "Is she here?"
"Is who here?" Jake asked standing up.
"Rachel!"
"No, what is going on?" Jake asked.
"She called me, she said she hit a kid with her car!"
Jake felt like someone had punched him in the gut.
"What?"
"She called me hysterical about some kid she hit with her car."
Just then we heard the sound of a car quickly driving down the road. They both ran out and saw Rachel was driving out. They saw there was a large dent in her car.
She got out, her face wet with tears. Rachel's mother Sarah had died in a horrible car accident. When she had hit Qahla it had hit her on a very emotional level.
But seeing him miraculously healed had shaken her even more.
Paul was at her side in an instant. She wrapped her arms around him and began to sob hysterically.
"Rachel what happened?" Jake asked, trying to calm her down.
They took her to the front porch and sat her on the steps.
"I...I...I hit a little boy Jake," she cried.
"Where?" Jake asked.
"I..I..didn't mean to. He was on the road and the curve is sharp and he didn't move, he was just standing there and...oh God."
She started to cry again and Paul held her close.
Jake looked at him, he had to see what the damage was himself.
"You stay here, I am going to find the body," Jake said.
"There is no body," Rachel said.
Jake and Paul looked at one another confused. Come to think of it Jake didn't smell much blood, a very faint trace of it but not a lot.
"What happened to the body Rachel," Paul asked gently.
"He ran away," she said.
?
"I was talking to Paul, I had turned my back. I mean...he was so dead; I won't even describe what he looked like. But when I turned to look at him again he was perfectly fine, completely healed. He just waved at me and smiled and ran off into the woods."
Paul and Jake looked at one another. They shepherd her into the house to make her some tea to calm her down.
Rachel sat at the table, still in shock. Jacob and Paul made her some tea; they huddled close and spoke lowly so she couldn't hear them.
Normally they couldn't stand one another. Jake found Paul to be to pompous and hot headed and Paul didn't like the fact Jake had split from Sam's pack and imprinted on a hybrid.
But if there was one thing that could unify them it was their love for Rachel.
"Dude what the hell is she talking about?" Paul asked.
"I don't know, I think she has snapped," Jake said.
"Maybe she hit one of the wolves?"
"She knows all the wolves. She doesn't even know this kid."
"Maybe he was a vampire?"
"Please if it was a vampire it would have wrecked her car and killed her."
"Hybrid?"
"They still have vampire hard skin."
"Then what man?" Paul asked.
"I don't know."
They turned and saw Rachel was holding the stone in her palm.
"What's this, it is really pretty?" she asked.
"We got some mail from great-grandpa Ephraim," Jake said.
"Say what?" Paul asked.
Jake told them all about receiving the package and the mystery book and the even bigger mystery stone.
Rachel began to flip through the pages.
"Hey first this then a kid in a kilt with yellow eyes."
"Wait what?" Jake asked.
"The kid. He wore a deer skin kilt and had yellow eyes like the sun. He looked like a rez kid but I didn't recognize him," she said.
Jake remembered what Claire said about a strange boy in a kilt with yellow eyes. He was starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe there was some truth to it after all.

Fusedtwilight: Who is Qahla? Why is he so powerful? How did he get in that rock? Where does he come from? How will his presence affect La Push? Stay tuned and please review.
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