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Sins of the Father
Chapter 8
Reunion

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta animegirlkiki for betaing. Thanks to everyone who reviwed.
This chapter the wolves go fight some Raven Mockers and Taha Aki makes his triumphant return.

Deep in the Mountains of Washington a flock of Raven Mockers gathered.
There were over ten of them. They had started a fire and gathered to share hearts and tell stories.
The wolves watched hidden from behind rocks and boulders. Careful not to make a sound.
They watched with fascinated disgust as the beasts gleefully tore at the hearts they had gathered.
"These things are sick!" Jared said.
"Where did they get all these hearts?"
"Leah have you found anything?" Jake asked Leah.
"Yeah, some poor bastards who were camping out, they got them in their sleep. I just got a call from mom. Three more people were killed outside a bar."
"We need to kill these things and now," Seth said.
"You're right, we do!" Qahla said.
Before the wolves could stop him Qahla stepped from behind the boulder.
"Attention all Raven Mockers!" Qahla called.
The Raven Mockers stopped their feast to look at Qahla.
"As the rightful heir to Quileute land I demand you all leave at once and cease your activities at once!"
He had his hands on his hips and gave them the same serious expression his father would give when he was talking to the chiefs of the Hoh and Makah or when he had to be the leader for the tribe.
Sadly, the Raven Mockers were not impressed. All they saw was a small boy in a deer skin kilt with badly drawn war paint trying to be a grown up.
At least they were amused.
"Look at that brothers! What fools these mortals be!"
"Yes, all alone, thinking he can fight monsters!"
"Like he is some big bad spirit warrior!"
The Raven Mockers continued to mock Qahla. Qahla just stood there, his anger and irritation at the beasts grew with each second that passed.
"Alright! Attack my warriors!"
The wolves sprung from behind their boulders and rocks. When the Raven Mockers saw the wolves they stopped laughing and tensed with fright.
"Quick brothers! Flee!"
They spread their wings and before the wolves could catch them they flew into the sky.
"Oh no you don't!" Qahla yelled.
He waved his arms and a powerful gust of winds sent the Raven Mockers plummeting from the sky.
"Mother help us!" one of them yelled.
"Mother?" the wolves thought.
"Mother?" Qahla said.
A deep bird like shriek came from the cave. "Who dares attack my children?" a voice growled.
The earth trembled as something big moved from within the cave.
"Qahla...how big can these things get?" Jake asked.
"...Remember the one I killed? Remember how big he turned?"
"Yeah."
"Bigger then that."

Michael road on Taha Aki's back as they ran to the mountains.
It had been a long time since he had ridden a shifter. He almost forgot how thrilling it could be. There were times he envied the supernatural beings. The natural speed and strength they wielded...that and how easy they could die.
He had been decapitated, poisoned, stabbed, clubbed, drowned, burned, asphyxiated, starved, incinerated, crushed, shot, electrocuted, ripped to shreds and of course mutilated. And he was still standing.
Being immortal sucked.
He sensed something was going down at the cave. They were closer now so he could scan the minds more easily. He knew for sure Qahla was with the wolves, he knew they had attacked a nest of Raven Mockers...oh and now big ma ma was coming out to play.
He was so busy focusing on the top of the mountain he forgot he was not the only one in the area who could sense minds.
He sensed Qahla's mind touch his in the way only another telepathic mind could. He sensed his curiosity and puzzlement and he pulled back.
The boy needed to keep his mind on what was about to happen.

A massive bird head came out of the cave, followed by a body.
It looked like a normal Raven Mocker, only she was ten feet tall and had a pair of bare naked breasts.
"Gross!"
"Nasty!"
"Bird boobs ewww!"
These thoughts went around all around the wolves minds. They had seen some nasty things in their lives, but a sagging pair of raven breasts definitely made the top three list.
Qahla himself was rather disgusted but for a moment he was distracted when he thought he sensed another foreign mind touch his. But then it disappeared and he decided it was better to focus on the danger in front of him.
The giant mother Raven Mocker looked at the wolves and they backed up, not wanting to get any where close to that giant beak.
"Whats this? Little wolves are harassing my chicks?"
Qahla spoke, not feeling so brave now. "I am Qahla, leader of the Quileute tribe, I demand you and your brood leave at once."
The mother Raven Mocker looked at him and laughed, which sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
"So you are the power that drew us in?" she asked.
"Not intentionally."
"Doesn't matter. Your power calls to us boy, it feeds us, making us strong. Even now I feel new power running through my body. I wasn't the only one who crossed over and I won't be the last one either."
Jake noticed the smaller Raven Mockers had grown a bit bigger. He remembered what the last one said about how being so close to Qahla made him so strong and he was thinking they should attack now. But then Qahla went and said something that really pissed off the mother.
"Then I will do to them that I did to your son. I will incinerate them as well!" Qahla said.
The mother gave him a look that made him want to wet himself. "You did what?"
"That's right. I turned your baby boy into-he looked at Jake-A thanksgiving day turkey!"
"We're dead," Jake said.
The mother spread her wings and raised her razor sharp claws.
"I will devour you and suck on your marrow you filthy Quileute bastard!"
Qahla glared at her, his eyes burned yellow. "I always hated being called that."
He raised his hand and a stream of fire shot from his palm at the mother. She shrieked in pain and covered her face.
"Children! Help me!"
The smaller Raven Mockers flew at the wolves. In the time the mother and Qahla had been talking they had been soaking in his power. They were much taller and stronger now, they were confidant they could fight these mangy wolves.
Two went flying at Qahla but he raised his arms and flung them at the two. They went flying back, thrown by the power of his mind.
But while he focused on them the mother attacked. Her claw shot forward and before he could react a claw the size of a butcher knife pierced his chest.
"Qahla!" Jake yelled.
He clamped down on the head of a Raven Mocker and ripped it's head off. He ran to Qahla, leaping at the mother. Her other hand shot forward and missed him but nicked his cloths and the rock, which he had been carrying around with him in case Qahla had another temper tantrum fell and landed next to Qahla who was still pinned by the mothers claws.
It glowed black and white and Qahla looked at it, hoping it did not touch him. Jake had kept it wrapped in tin-foil so it wouldn't burn through his cloth's though it still burned hot.
Jake landed on the mothers face and began to claw and bite at it. He missed her eyes but he scratched her face up good. She swung her head to the side and tossed him in the air.
The rest of the pack was having some difficulty with the Raven Mockers. They grew in power by the second. Their claws got sharper and their reflexs got quicker. Even their wounds healed quicker.
But the wolves had been around Qahla longer then these monsters and even they had been affected by his power. They had noticed how much faster they were. How all their wolf traits were stronger.
It was tricky fighting the Raven Mockers because they could fly. Every time the wolves tried to grab them with their jaws the damn things would fly out of reach, then they would attack from the sky, aiming for their backs with their sharp talons.
As Jake landed on the ground the mother turned to Qahla.
"With your power I will fill the sky's with my offspring. Your not much, but you'll make a decent snack."
She opened her mouth wide and shot forward to devour him in one bite.
Qahla used his mind to cause the rock to hover in the air. "Eat this!" he yelled.
He tossed it at her open mouth. It was still burning hot. It landed in her mouth and he eyes bugged out of her head.
"Agghhh! Hawt, hawt!" she screeched.
Her beak opened and clamped shut a few times. Qahla grabbed her talons and sent a powerful jolt of lightning through them into her.
The shock of the electricity caused the mother to release him from her talons and she stumbled back. She spat out the rock on a boulder and glared at Qahla.
"You are so dead!"
Before she could move forward the sound of a drum beat filled the air. From behind a boulder Michael appeared with a small drum. He began to speak in another language. The Raven Mockers stared at him in fright.
Qahla knew why. The strange pale face was speaking words of power. He was saying a spell.
"No!" the mother yelled.
She lunged at the stranger but before she could attack him he finished the spell. All the Raven Mockers screamed their bird like scream and vanished in black smoke.
"Well, that was easy," the stranger said looking bored.
"Who the hell is that?" Quil asked.
Jake had phased and despite the massive tear in his paints he put them on. He ran over to Qahla, hoping he was okay.
But Qahla was okay, his wounds would have killed a normal human, but he was unscathed thanks to his power.
"How is that possible?" he asked.
"I've been through worse, believe me. Your sister was very good at breaking every bone in me with her car," Qahla said with a smile.
The other wolves and phased and put their clothes on. They watched as the stranger walked over to the black rock and picked it up, he inspected it with an angry frown.
"Will you look at this!" he yelled.
He showed the wolves the deep cracks that had formed on the rock. "Do you lot have any idea how long it took me to make this? Do you know how rare these things are?"
"Who are you?" Sam asked, not impressed by the stranger.
"My name, for now until I find a better one is Michael. I came here as a favor to Taha Aki."
"My father!" Qahla shouted jumping up.
Jake stared at him amazed. A few moments ago he had been skewered by giant raven claws but there was not a scratch on him.
"Yes. I have a history with him. He sensed you were released and asked me for help," Michael said looking at the rock.
"How did you do that?" Embry asked.
"Oh that was a basic spell the Cherokee's used to banish the Raven Mocker's. Their back in the spirit world now. I sent them so far in it will be a while before they can come back so don't worry about them...for now at least."
"My father! Where is my father!"
"Right here Qahla."
Qahla turned. A man sat on a boulder. The wolves were shocked to see him as he had appeared without them noticing. At first Jake thought he saw his father. The man looked a lot like Billy. Only he was more trim and he had longer hair that was covered in white streaks from age. Like billy his eyes spoke of age and wisdom, but their was an aura of power and authority that made Jake want to roll over in submission to the old man.
Jake was not the only one feeling it. All the wolves felt a strong urge to submit to the old man. There was a power of him, both literal and metaphorical.
They had no doubt in their minds he was the first. The great chief. Taha Aki.
Qahla stared at Taha Aki in shock. "Father? Is it really you?"
Taha Aki smiled. "It is I. I have grown into an old man my son."
Taha Aki got off the boulder and said something in Quileute. Jake may not be able to read his language but Billy had spoken it enough times to know he called Qahla little sun.
Qahla's name translated to sun in Quileute.
Qahla's eyes began to mist with tears and he ran towards Taha Aki. "Father!" he yelled.
He jumped at Taha Aki who caught him in the air and swung him around. The great old wolf had tears in his eyes as well. This was the first time he had seen his child in many centuries.
"Father! I knew you would come back, you always come back, even death couldn't stop you before!" Qahla cried.
"There, there little sun, I am here now."
Qahla looked at Taha Aki, his lips quivered, his face thick with tears. "But mother and the others...they are gone."
"I know," Taha Aki said sadly, "it is just us now."
Qahla hugged his father tightly and cried. The sky which had been cloudless turned dark with clouds and soon it began to rain.
Taha Aki looked up, already knowing it was a reaction to Qahla's mood.
Michael hated to ruin the moment between father and son but he needed to show Taha Aki the problem. He walked over to the old chief and showed him the cracked rock.
"It's broke, it won't be able to hold him now," he said.
"Can you fix it?"
"Yeah, it will take some time though. I was hoping we could seal him again and give it some time for his power to wain from the area but now..."
"I understand."
Taha Aki sat Qahla on the ground, but held on to his hand. He turned to the wolves, a bright smile on his face, his eyes twinkled with warmth and wisdom.
"Hello my sons, I am Taha Aki and I have returned."
The wolves said nothing, they just stared at Taha Aki amazed.
After all, what would you say to your maker if you met him?

It was early in the morning but the Black house was a filled to the brim with people.
All the elders, Billy, Sue and even Old Quil still recovering from his food poisoning were there. Even the imprints save Claire were there, having heard the stories they had to come as well.
And all the wolves of both packs were there of course.
They had started a huge bonfire and stared at Taha Aki. Qahla sat next to him on his right and Michael sat on his left. Qahla watched Taha Aki's every move with such adoration that only a son could give his father.
Michael seemed rather bored and as uninterested as possible, taking no interest in the Quileute's reaction to their former chief's return. He knew they were amazed and awed, he knew they were feeling like they were seeing a god. After all, they all grew up with the story of Taha Aki.
But he had seen this all before, he had seen the amazed reactions of mortals meeting someone legendary and infamous.
Michael had seen so many things in his life he almost never got surprised any more.
"Well, I know you all have a lot of questions. Especially you my son," Taha Aki said.
No one said anything, no one dared interrupt. Taha Aki smiled, amazed that even after all these centuries his people still treated him with such respect.
"Let me first introduce you to my friend, Michael."
Michael waved his hand in greeting, still not looking like he cared.
"Michael is an old friend. It was he who created the stone that sealed Qahla away. When I learned of his release I asked him for his assistance. Michael is an expert in the mystical world."
"That was really cool how you banished those bird things," Collin said.
"Yeah, a few words and they just disappeared," Brady said.
"Something I got from the Cherokee people," Michael said.
"Wait, you said he created the stone?" Seth said.
"He did," Taha Aki said.
"But that was centuries ago."
"It was," Taha Aki said with a smile.
"But...he's white."
"Jeez, way to make a person feel welcome," Michael muttered.
"Sorry, I didn't mean anything," Seth said quickly, not wanting to piss off the mystic. He didn't know if he had a wolf banishing spell but he rather not find out.
"Michael was a different person back then. He is really good at blending in," Taha Aki said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
Michael got up and walked over to Sam. He held out his hand. "Spit in my hand will you?"
Sam just stared at him like he was crazy.
"Just do it wolf boy. I will show you what he means."
Sam looked at Taha Aki who just nodded.
He leaned forward and spit into Michael's hand. Next Michael went to Jake. "You too, alpha."
Jake did the same thing.
Next Michael went to Seth, Embry, Paul, Quil and Jared and had them do the same thing.
Michael went to stand next to the fire, everyone watched him, wondering what he was doing. Michael spat into his hand, adding his spit into his hand, adding his spit to the wolves.
He let it fall to the ground, a small patch of grass-less dirt.
"My flesh is like clay, shapeless and without will."
He began to draw a circle on the ground.
"My blood flows like water, chaotic and formless."
He added two dots in the circle and a line. Making what appeared to be a blank face.
"My bone is like air, free and with no purpose."
He put his hand on the drawn face and the Quileute's all felt the hair on the back of their necks stand up. Taha Aki and Qahla could feel the magic rolling off Michael. The others could not feel it like they could because they were not as trained in the mystic arts as they were.
"My body knows one form, but my soul is infinite in form, let it reshape what is, into what my heart desires."
At first nothing happened. But then Michael's body began to shake. At first everyone thought he was having some kind of seizure. But then the muscles under his skin began to move unnaturally and grow. His skin began to become more tan and it stretched, his blonde hair started to turn black and they could hear his bones cracking.
Withing moments Michael was gone and a young Quileute man stood in his place.
The clothes Michael had worn had torn and ripped as Michael had grown much taller then his old body had been.
The wolves stared at him in shock. He looked like he could be closely related to Sam, Paul, Jake, Embry, Seth, Quil and Jared. Like someone put them into a blender and out popped this guy.
Michael examined his knew body, pleased with what he saw. This body was taller and stronger then his last. It would give him an advantage over many humans and it would be easier for him to protect himself.
Not that he needed protection with the magic at his disposal. With all the magic he had gathered over the eon's he could defend himself from virtually anything.
"How do I look?" he asked, his voice much deeper and huskier now.
"New," Taha Aki said.
"What the hell was that?" Leah said, asking the question everyone was thinking now.
"Magic. Very old, very powerful magic. People think it was all about blood but any body fluid can be used for powerful spells. I usually use blood but I didn't think you would all like me bleeding you so I used your spit. I use the spell to change my shape every few centuries," Michael said.
"But why? Doesn't it hurt?" Sue asked remembering the sound of his body changing.
"Most people change clothes, I change my body. Besides it helps me stay hidden from the mundy's," he said.
"Mundy's?" Jake asked.
"Short for mundane. It is what I can mortals and the mortal world," Michael said flexing his arms.
"So are you a shifter now?" Seth asked.
"I can shift my body to any form I desire, but I am not a shape-shifter like you. I merely copied your human traits not your wolf."
"That was so amazing!" Qahla said, "I mean it wasn't as elegant as my power and it was more disgusting but still cool."
"Well done Michael," Taha Aki said.
"My name is no longer Michael. From now on, call me Terra."
"Tara? That's a chicks name," Paul said.
"Terra not Tara. It's Latin for earth you idiot," Terra said.
"Taha Aki, this is all amazing, but we want to know why we never knew of Qahla? Why were there no stories of such an amazing child?" Billy asked.
Qahla beamed with pleasure. "You hear that father? I am amazing."
Taha Aki smiled at his son. "I already know that son. Now I must have words with you Jacob Black. In private."
Jake looked surprised as did everyone else.
"I know you all have questions, I promise one day I will tell you all everything. But time is of the essence and I must make arrangements before I leave."
"Leave! But you just got here!" Qahla said looking distressed.
"I must leave my son. I have found the cure," Taha Aki said with a smile.
Qahla looked at him amazed. "You found a cure?"
"Yes my son, but I can not stay here, I must collect certain things and I can not do that and protect you at the same time."
He looked to the other wolves his eyes full of gratitude and sincerity.
"I thank you all for your patience, I know Qahla has caused some trouble for you all."
"I don't cause trouble, it just follows me around," Qahla said with a frown.
"I am sorry to have to leave you him. Believe me if I could I would take him with me. But the stone has been broken and it will not hold him. I ask that you allow him to remain here a little longer until I am ready to collect him."
Everyone looked at Billy and the elders. Billy looked at Sue, then at Old Quil. He turned to Taha Aki and gave him the same kind and wise smile Taha Aki had.
"We would be more then happy to help oh father of us all."
"Thank you. Thank you all."
He got up and looked to Jake. "Come Jacob, let us talk in private."
Before Jake could do anything else he was moving toward Taha Aki. It was like his body was responding to the old chief with out his mind's consent.
It reminded him of what it had been like when he followed Sam, before he became an alpha. Sam had carried with him an aura of power and authority, an aura of an alpha. An aura that all the wolves recognized and obeyed. Even when Sam wasn't using the full power of his alpha voice they had a strong urge to follow him and do as he said.
Taha Aki had the same aura, only much more powerful then what Jake or Sam had. He was merely asking Jake to speak with him but every fiber of Jake's being was telling him to follow the old spirit warrior as if he had been given an order.
He shuddered to think what it would be like if Taha Aki actually used his alpha power.
They walked into the woods once they did Taha Aki turned to him.
"May we phase? I have missed running with a fellow wolf."
"Sure," Jake said.
He never dreamed he would run with the great Taha Aki, Jake felt a great surge of honor for this moment.
Jake went behind a tree and removed his clothes and tied them to his leg.
He phased and went behind the tree top see Taha Aki had already phased.
His fur was pure white like snow and it was a bit longer then his own fur. He looked more frail and old then Jake but Taha Aki was an old man, but none the less graceful and amazing to behold.
"Let's go young one."
They took off running through the woods. Taha Aki may be old but he could still run. He had not let the years make him soft.
Jake could not begin to describe the feeling that coursed through him. He was running with his ancestor, the hero of La Push, the legend himself.
They ran for a while. They played the game of trying to out run one another. Jake could feel Taha Aki's excitement and pleasure at the run.
Finally they both stopped. Taha Aki was gasping for breath.
"Well done Jacob. But let me say if you were racing me in my prime you would find I was a more worthy opponent."
"I wish I was running with you in your prime. It would be more fun."
Taha Aki barked with laughter. "You remind me of my sons...all of you do."
An image flashed in Jacob's mind. A memory that was not his own. A large group of boys. Some children, some young men. All of them were Quileutes, all of them looked like mini versions of Taha Aki.
Then the memory faded like dust in the wind, but Jake was left with an after image and a deep sense of loss and longing.
"Sorry, I should have been careful," Taha Aki said.
"You really did have a lot of son's didn't you?"
"And a few daughters as well. None of them shifted though. I am immensely surprised a woman phased. I did not think it was possible. Your Leah is very unique, she looks a lot like my first wife. My sweet star."
Once again Jake felt an immense sense of loss and longing, like a dark cloud that saps you of your happiness.
"So many things have changed, even the land has been altered by time. I almost don't recognize it. So tell me, how did you find him?"
"Ephraim. Before he died he left a book that he arranged to be sent to us at a certain time period. He wasn't sure if you would ever come back and he didn't want to leave us unprepared."
"Ephraim was a wise man. He saw past a person's nature and what they were like at their core. I am sorry you must inherit this burden Jake. I have carried it for so long now. It feels good in a way to share it with another."
"Taha Aki, why did we never know about Qahla? Why would the tribe forget of such a powerful son of yours?"
Taha Aki was silent for a moment. Then he looked at Jake with a look of such seriousness and anger it made Jake quiver in fear.
"Because he is not really my son. He is Utlapa's."

Fusedtwilight: Dun, dun, dun. Did anyone see that coming? Next chapter, the origin of Qahla. How was he made? Why did Utlapa curse him? How did he curse him? All that and more.
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