𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
That's all they ever thought she'd be good for. A good imprint. Quiet... caring... nurturing... she'd never be strong like her brother. She'd never be enough to meet the standards they set for a true, worthy warrior. So w...
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❝ Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries ❞
𓆩⛥𓆪
𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 — 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
'Twas the night of the bi-annual bonfire. The Quileute council and Wolf Pack gathered, laughing and exchanging pleasantries as they passed around platters of various foods and drinks. But after a while, the time had come for the main event of the night, where the newcomers would get to hear the histories and legends of their tribe.
Others may have heard the stories a million times — and never tired of hearing them, mind you — but for some, this would be their first time. At least, that's how it was meant to be. But tonight, the entire Wolfpack would be hearing something new. Evidently to them because for the first time in a very long time, Maggie Stonewall had joined them.
"I know I usually start with the story of the Third Wife," Billy Black started once everyone was seated around the fire, a begrudging glint in his eye as he glanced at Grams, "But, today, you will hear a new story. One that I take no pleasure in having to share with you."
Jacob Black furrowed his brows in confusion, making eye contact with his father. He, alongside his twin sister, had been secretly hearing the histories of his tribe since he was a boy, since long before he was allowed to go to these council meetings. He couldn't imagine what the new story could possibly be. It filled him with excitement and curiosity and suddenly he wished Jo was there with him.
Billy nodded to Grams, who took her seat opposite him, at the other end of the circle. In the true Maggie Stonewall fashion, the woman took a swig from her flask, unwilling to deal with this lot sober.
"You've all heard the stories of beings that exist beyond the boundaries of this natural world. Stories of the Witches, Lycanthropes, Quileute Shifters and Cold Ones..." Grams began, "But there's one that your elders have kept from you. One that once used to be honoured and praised among the members of this tribe."
The pack exchanged looks of confusion. They thought they'd heard all the legends already. The only one who didn't seem to be as taken aback as the rest was their alpha.
