Chapter 19

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Rosalie stepped out of the car and walked into the graveyard. Jill said, "Now why are we in a cemetery?"

Rosalie said, "Because this was where Ephraim was buried. His people have often claimed that he still walks here, but no one has actually seen him."

Jill said, "Now why are we really in some Native American burial place?"

Rosalie frowned and began to let her mind wander...

(FLASHBACK)

LA PUSH, WASHINGTON

1936

Rosalie could hardly believe herself. One minute, she was angry and jealous, but the next minute, she was kissing Ephraim Black. This would not do at all.

Edward had confronted her about it later that day and warned her to stay away from the Quileute wolf. Ephraim could imprint at any time, and she had Emmett.

But she did not care; Rosalie had never felt this excited in years. it was like she had discovered the best thing in her life (save for the idea of love and marriage, that was).

Within a few days after that fateful kiss, Ephraim met with Carlisle and had him tell the tribe his life story. He even made Edward, Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie tell their life stories as well. Belle frowned, wondering why the blond girl had to describe the riches of high society when her mother and grandmother gave up that life years before she herself was born.

At length, the oldest member of the tribe stood up and said, "Now, this is intriguing. You say you are vampires, but you have not consumed human blood. Even if our greatest chief were alive, he too would be in this predicament. You must stay here for a few more days while we deal with this."

Everyone was surprised, but William jumped around in joy; he was really getting attached to the Cullens, especially Emmett. Belle frowned, but she stared at Carlisle and Esme. Edward remained distant from everyone else, but Rosalie was conflicted. On one hand, she was a vampire and a Cullen, but for some reason, she had kissed Ephraim Black. This could be a problem if anyone were to find out.

(END FLASHBACK)

Rosalie stopped in front of a grave and said to Jill, "This is where they buried him after his death." Jill read the words:

"Here lies Ephraim Black

Alpha Wolf and Chief of the Quileute Tribe

First ally of the Cullen Clan 

March 18, 1890-May 17, 1972"

Rosalie said, "He died years after my family had met him; he was old."

"So why are we here?" Jill asked.

"He is coming to us," Rosalie said as she stared at a dark cloud that lingered over the horizon. The sky was turning dark in anticipation of a great storm...

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Sam frowned as he opened the door to the Cullen house and found Jacquelyn in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Ezra was still asleep; she would wake him up soon.

Sam said, "I've been wondering if you had a fling with Embry and that's why Ezra is here."

"Be careful of how you word that, Sam," Jacquelyn snapped as she stared at him.

"I know there's something going on between you and him," Sam said. "I know that Ezra is Quileute, and you are the descendant of Isabella Braumlein, whose grandfather was also Quileute. Why do you deny your heritage?"

"I don't," said Jacquelyn, "but I believe that you are overstepping your boundaries. Your tribe is keeping something important from me and I want to know what it is. If my family is Quileute, then I need to know about my legacy so I can pass it on to Ezra."

Embry stood at the door with an angry look on his face; he was not pleased to see Sam. Ezra was staring at the window, noticing that a great storm was about to occur...

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