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I grew up with many stories and legends, all of which were told around the campfire as part of the Quileute history. I loved every last one, always leaning in for more whenever the elders got started. I did have a favorite, though, and it involved blood drinkers and wolves.
According to the legend, the Quileute people are the descendants of wolves, making them shifters. Only some of the men in the tribe are said to be gifted with the ability to shift, making them the protectors of the land and its people. They specifically protect the people from cold ones.
The cold ones are said to feast on human blood and their desire for it can drive them mad at times. They're nearly unkillable, which is why the shifters are so important. They're the only thing that can protect people from them. Their speed, strength, and healing abilities make them a fearsome opponent against the cold ones.
During the time of Ephriam Black, a pack of cold ones ventured into the Quileute territory. They claimed that they were different from others of their kind, they didn't feast on human blood, instead they killed animals.
They offered peace, wanting to coexist. So, ever the peacekeeper, Ephriam made a truce with them. If they stayed off the land, he would allow them to exist is peace. This clan was said to be the Cullen's. The very same Cullen's who now live in Forks, less than an hour away from the tribal lands.
Of course it was just a story, a scary bedtime tale told around a campfire to scare us kids from the woods. But something in the way Billy and the rest of the elders hated the Cullen's, told me there might be some truth to it. It also made no sense that Carlisle was mentioned in a story that's eighty odd years old when he only looks maybe 25.
It was definitely something to be wary about. Which is why I willingly obeyed Billy's orders to stay away from the Cullen family. Though, they were unavoidable at times. I'd definitely run into Carlisle around town on many occasions. Today was one of those unavoidable times, only with a different Cullen, one I had yet to meet.
I had run to the pharmacy, the one on the res didn't carry my medications and they were always late on getting the delivery so it was easier just to take the drive into town. Jake was waiting in the truck for me while I scanned the isles. I might as well pick up some necessities while away from the eyes of Ms. Call, the pharmacist on the res, who would most definitely tell Billy that I was buying condoms.
I grabbed the box off the shelf, turning quickly and not paying attention as I collided with someone, dropping the box in the process of it. I stumbled back, looking up at who I'd run into.
Pale skin, gold eyes. I immediately recognized him as a Cullen, but oh my was he not what I expected. The skin and eyes gave away his relation, along with the god-like good looks, but that's where the similarities to Carlisle ended. This man had dark curls, full lips that were pulled into a small smile, and strong, hard features. And his body was huge, he was nearly twice the size of me, in height and mass. He was made completely of muscle.
