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Sins of The Father
Chapter 4
Qahla Meets the Wolfpack
Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta animegirlkiki for betaing, and thanks to Stina Whatever for the review.
Last chapter Claire accidentally released a magical child from the stone Jake and his pack dug up. This chapter they finally meet this mysterious child face to face.
That night on first beach there was a bonfire.
They were a common thing on the reservation. It was just about every night that someone was having a bonfire.
The sky was getting dark, the fire had already been lit and everyone was there.
Jake and his pack, Sam and his pack and of course the imprints.
Sam and Jake were talking; Jake had filled him in on the book, the stone and the incident with Rachel. Embry had already told them what happened with his mom and a few other wolves had stories they had heard about strange encounters with a child in a kilt.
Jake was holding the stone in his hand and Sam was inspecting it.
"Looks like something they sell to tourists," Sam said.
"Whatever it is something is different about it. Why would Ephraim hide it? Why would he write a book in Quileute about it and send it to us now? Why would there be a burn mark on my floor and this thing was hot as a magma rock? And how is it connected to this kid?" Jake asked.
"Obviously Ephraim wanted to make sure only someone Quileute could read the book in case it got into the hands of someone from outside the tribe. As to any connection to this mystery kid I have no idea," Sam said.
Jake put the stone in his paint pocket.
"Are you any good at reading Quileute?" Jake asked.
"A little. I will stop by your house later and see how much I can translate. I will have my pack try and track this child. Obviously something odd is going on."
Jake was about to say something, then he jumped.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out the stone.
"The stone...it's getting warmer."

Claire and Quil had spent over an hour trying to find the strange boy.
But once Claire got tired Quil took her back to his house.
He had thought this boy was a figment of her imagination, but he already knew what happened to Embry's mom and Rachel. He was beginning to wonder if maybe the boy really did exist?
At the moment Him and Claire were playing hide and seek. Quil was counting to one hundred, giving Claire the time she needed to hide.
It didn't matter where she went, he would always find her.
Claire was hiding behind some bushes, waiting for Quil to find her.
She heard a noise and turned around and almost screamed. A pair of bright yellow eyes stared at her. It was the boy from earlier!
"It's you!" she said pointing a finger at him.
The boy just stared at her.
"I told everyone you were real and how you just appeared and how you healed my lip and I went to show them to you but you vanished and I couldn't believe it because I knew you were there but no one believed me and me and Qwil tried to find you and we couldn't and everyone has been talking about you and when I tell them about you they think I am making it up!"
The boy continued to stare at her confused.
Claire held out her hand. "I am Claire by the way. What is your name?" she asked.
Qahla did not know what she was saying.
All day he had little run-ins with people. All day he had been waiting for the bonfire the wolf had told him about. He had sensed them amassing on the beach and he knew it was time.
He had been observing them, watching them, studying them.
He knew many of them were like his father. They could turn into wolves like his father. But his father was the only one who could turn into a wolf.
But the wolf in the woods said they were descended from his father. So does that mean they are related to him?
He listened to their thoughts, he could hear what people were thinking, but these people were thinking in that strange language.
From what he could understand they were having fun. He recognized the girl that hit him with the car creature earlier, she was a little distressed and was being comforted by two other girls.
He had stumbled upon the strange girl as she hid and decided to speak to her, feeling more comfortable with someone her own age.
She held out her hand in what he assumed was a greeting. Qahla gripped her hand with his, when he did he closed his eyes and focused. Being so close to the girl and touching her he was able to link more directly into her mind.
He hated to do this, his father told him it was wrong to do this, but he needed to know the language.
So he read her mind. He tried to stay away from private parts of her mind. In a matter of seconds he learned how to speak English.
Claire stared at him, wondering what was wrong with him. Then he opened his eyes and began to speak.
"Cl-Claire?"
"Hey you said my name," she smiled.
"Claire...Name...My...Name...Claire, my name is Qahla," he said.
"Now you're speaking English," she said amazed.
"Hello Claire. My name is Qahla, I hope you will forgive me, I had to read your mind to learn how to speak English."
"You read my mind?" she asked feeling a little miffed.
"I am sorry, but it was the only way," Qahla said.
"That is so cool!" she said.
Qahla was surprised. Normally when people found out he read their mind they got real mad and scared.
"So what are you doing Claire?" he asked. "Why are you hiding?"
"I am playing hide and seek with Qwil, he is my bestest best friend in the whole world. Do you want to meet him?" she asked.
"Sure," he said.
"Okay, but you can't go dressed like that, this is a party and you can't go running around in a kilt," she said.
Qahla thought for a moment. He recalled what the adult men had been wearing (which wasn't much) so he stood up and focused his power. His kilt turned into a pair of jean shorts, his leather belt and knife vanished, but his bracelets remained.
Besides his eyes he looked like any normal kid on the beach.
Claire's eyes were round as saucers.
"Oh my gosh!" she gasped.
She took his hand and dragged him to the beach. Wait until everyone meets him!

"Son of a bitch!" Jake cursed.
He dropped the stone. It had gotten to the point where it was too hot to hold.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"The stone, it's getting hot," Jake said.
He reached down and picked it up by the string. The stone was glowing so hot now they could feel the heat coming off it.
"Why is it doing that?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Jake said.
Claire was bringing Qahla to the others, telling him all about Quil and his friends.
"Wait till you meet them, they are all really tall and strong and they are really nice!" she said.
"Claire wait!" Qahla said stopping her.
"What is it Qahla?" she asked.
"I don't think we should tell them about my powers," he said.
"But why not?" she asked confused.
"Well...I don't think they will like me then," he said rubbing his arm.
"Why wouldn't they?" she asked.
Qahla dug his foot into the ground. "Well, people didn't like me because they knew I had powers. They were always scared of me and angry at me. Sometimes I did bad things and I didn't mean to but they still happened and it was all because of my powers," he said sadly.
Claire felt bad for Qahla, she could see how sad he was. But she didn't want him to be sad, she wanted him to be happy.
She took his hand in hers. "Don't worry, they will like you because I like you."
"You do?" he asked.
"Of course."
He could sense she was telling the truth, her mind told him as much.
"So you don't think I am evil?" he asked.
"Silly, why would I think you are evil? I think it is cool that you have powers."
"Cool?"
"That is what people say when they want to describe how amazing or wonderful you are."
A blush tinged his cheeks. "You think I am amazing and wonderful?"
She shook her head.
"Would you like to see another trick?" he asked.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" she said excitedly.
"Okay. What is your most favorite animal?" he asked.
"Tree frogs," Claire said.
"Tree frogs?" Qahla asked.
"Mhmm, not like those fat toads with the warts. I mean those little froggies with the smooth shiny skin that can stick to windows and stuff, we don't have any around here but this one time my teacher brought in some tree frogs she got from the rain forest."
Qahla had never seen a tree frog before. He focused on Claire's mind. She was thinking about the creatures very clearly in her minds. That was all he needed.
"Alright Claire, watch this."
He scooped up some sand in his hand. He spat into the sand, making it wet and malleable. He squeezed his hands together tight, willing it to take shape.
When he opened his palm the sand had taken the form of a small tree frog, just like the one from Claire's memory.
"That's amazing; it looks exactly like a tree frog. If only it was real," she said.
Qahla smirked.
"This is the best part," he said.
He brought the sand-tree frog close to his mouth and gently blew on it. But he did more than just breathe air on it. He breathed life into it.
At first nothing happened. Then the little sand frog shuddered. It turned a bright leaf green color with a white underbelly. It blinked its eyes two times. Then it let out as small rib-bit, it's throat swelling into a small bubble as it did.
Claire jumped up and down in joy. Amazed by what she just saw. Qahla gently handed her the newly created tree frog and she held it close.
"Oh my gosh Qahla! That is amazing!"
Qahla smiled. A strange emotion was filling him. It was pride. Qahla was not used to people praising his powers. His parents always taught him to control his powers and to never flaunt them or abuse them.
The villagers hated and feared him for his powers. They staid as far away from him as they could, telling their own children to beware the evil child and his cursed powers.
So to have someone finally praise him, to have someone think he was cool was the most amazing feeling in the world for him.
It was then that Quil found Clare.
"Hey Claire bear, whose your friend?" Quil asked.
Qahla looked at him and Quil froze. Sun yellow eyes.
"Qwil look!" Claire said showing him the frog. "Qahla made it for me!"
"Who?" Quil asked looking at Claire and the tree frog in her hands.
"Qahla, my new friend," Claire said.
"I'm your friend?" Qahla asked.
"Of course silly," Claire said.
Qahla smiled warmly. He had never had a friend before.
"Hello Qahla, I am Quil." Quil extended his hand.
Qahla recognized the gesture and shook his hand.
"Hey, your warm like my father," Qahla said.
"Your father? Where is he?" Quil asked.
A sad look crossed Qahla's face. "I don't know."
"Come on; let me introduce you to everyone!" Claire said. "I can't wait until you meet them, and then they can see I wasn't lying."
She grabbed Qahla and dragged him to the others. But Qahla's eyes never left Quil, and Quil stared right back at him.
Quil saw a boy with sun yellow eyes and judging from Claire's comment it was the same boy she had him looking for earlier. The same boy he had heard the others talking about.
He followed them, his eyes never once leaving Qahla.
While Quil stared at him he only saw an Indian kid with yellow eyes. But while Qahla stared at Quil he saw Quil as a human and a wolf.
Qahla could see in both the mortal world and the spirit world. Quil may look human but Qahla saw his other self in the spirit world. A wolf with light brown fur and a patch of white on his front.
Qahla looked to the others they were going to and saw many of them were like Quil and his father. One man was a wolf black as night, another had red fur, like leaves in the autumn.
There was a wolf with silver fur with brown patches and another with fur the color of sand.
His father's fur had been pure white, like snow. One of his nick names in the tribe had been the white death.
"Look everyone! He's real! He's real!" Claire shouted for everyone to hear.
All eyes turned to Claire and Qahla. Rachel gasped and stood up when she saw Qahla, she recognized him right away.
"It's him," she said pointing a finger at Qahla.
Qahla shuffled his feat nervously as they all stared at him. Some were confused as to who he was, others were suspicious, and a few knew exactly who he was.
"Hello," he said, waving at everyone.

Far far away a man was on a bus.
He sat on a wooden bench waiting for a bus.
He was in no hurry to get to La Push, he was sure Qahla was still inside the stone.
It was late and he was all alone, the street was quiet and he was all alone as he waited for the bus.
But not for long.
He heard the sound of wheels rolling on the ground and the angry murmurings of someone.
Around the corner a young man appeared. He carried a carry-on bag and looked rather angry.
He sat down next to the man, paying him no mind.
To the youth the man appeared as some harmless looking old native dude in torn jeans and a button up checkered shirt with a large travailing bag.
"Excuse me sir, do you have the time?" the youth asked.
"Sorry, I do not," the man said.
"Crap, I hope I did not miss the bus," the youth said.
"I am certain you have not. So, while we are waiting, might I ask where you are going?" the man asked polity.
"Seattle, I am going to get my own place, get a job and live all by myself and live by my own rules," the youth said.
The man smiled. "Forgive me if I am being too intrusive, but may I guess that you are running away from home?" the man asked.
The youth looked at the man, then the ground. "Am I that obvious?"
"Well, there are certain tell tale signs. But I am also an old man who has had many sons in his lifetime. I know the look of a son who is angry with his father quite well."
The youth clenched his hands.
"I am just sick and tired of my dad's rules. He treats me like a kid, he is always babying me. Every time I try and gain some independence and show him I don't need layers of protection."
"So you think that by running away you will prove that you are man enough to care for yourself?" the man asked.
"What else am I going to do? I tried to talk to him. But all I got was how he was right I was wrong and it was all in my best interest. I mean, okay I get it he loves me and wants to keep me safe, but I don't want to just be safe, I want to live, I want to have fun you know. I want to do things and see things while I am still young you know?"
The man chuckled. "Yes, I was the same way when I was your age. I wanted to go out and explore the world."
"So why didn't you?" the youth asked.
"I had responsibilities. It wasn't until a bit later in my life I was able to leave my home and explore, though my reasons for doing it were different then what they had been when I was young."
"What were the reasons?" the youth asked.
"My...son. He was born with a curse you could say. A curse that isolated him from those around him. I was always so protective of him. I remember holding him in my arms right after he was born, he was so small, so helpless, so innocent. I knew I would do anything to protect him and I did. I gave him all kinds of rules and regulations and I did my best to make sure he was happy. Sadly my two desires, his happiness and his safety did not mix well and there were times when I had to be firmer with him then what I wished. But I only did it because I didn't want him to be hurt, because the idea of something happening to my precious son was unbearable. After his mother died it was just us. The tribe...I mean the family did not like him because of his condition and they only tolerated him because of me."
"Dude, no offense but your family sounds like a bunch of dicks," the youth said.
"They were afraid is all. My son was born under unfortunate circumstances. It was a bit of a scandal you might say. My...twin looked a lot like me and my wife could not tell the difference."
"Dude, your own brother slept with your wife!" the youth said.
"Something like that, the boys paternity was open to much debate. I have been traveling the world trying to find a cure to his curse. A curse that was put on him by...someone else."
"Have you found a cure?" the youth asked.
"Sadly no. But I am on my way to visit my son now. When last we saw each other I tricked him. The family was getting restless and I had to keep him safe from them so I...sent him someplace where he would be safe. I made it such he had no idea what was happening and I am sure he will be very upset with me when we meet again."
"You sent him away? To what? A hospital?" the youth asked.
"Something like that."
The man turned to look at the youth, his eyes full of a wisdom.
"If your father is smothering you it is only with love. All fathers love their sons and wish them to be safe. One day you will understand. When you hold your child in your arms you to will seek to protect them. Even if it is from themselves."
"Well, when you say it like that," the youth said.
"I know it is frustrating. But understand your father's point of view. If anything were to happen to you, his world would crumble. I know if anything happened to my son I would be devastated."
The youth got a thoughtful look on his face.
"Yeah, if anything happened to my dad...your pretty smart for an old guy," the youth said.
"You will be to if you live to be my age," the man said with a smile.
Just then they heard the sound of a bus approaching.
"Last chance kid. Will you stay or go?" the man asked.
The youth stood up. "I will stay. If I left my dad now he would be hurt. Thanks Mister I really needed this."
The bus stopped and opened its doors. The man got up and grabbed his bag. "Might I ask your name son?" he asked the youth.
"Brandon. Whats yours?"
The man smiled. "Taha Aki."
Brandon chuckled. "Cool name. I hope your son is okay, and I hope you and he have a nice reunion. And lighten up on him. Trust me, nothing is worse than an overbearing father."
Taha Aki chuckled. "Take care, Brandon."
He got on the bus. Brandon made his way back home, deciding to try a new kind of conversation with his father that didn't end with a scream and a slamming door.
Taha Aki sat down and opened up his bag. He pulled out an old out leather book and opened it up. The picture on the page was just like the stone Qahla came from.
There were a bunch of notes in Quileute on it, almost like they were describing improvements that were to be made. Like Taha Aki had made new designs for it.
Taha Aki had been unable to find a cure for Qahla, but he had found ways to improve the stone. No longer would Qahla be forced to sleep as the world passes him by.
Now Qahla could be put in a controlled environment and allowed to develop.
Taha Aki had promised him he would have a normal life. He may not be able to make him human, but he can give him a life.
He owes him that.
Fusedtwilight: That's right people, Taha Aki is alive! And Qahla is his son! Want to know more? Wait for the next chapter and please review.
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