PROLOGUE

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I was immediately hit with the idea that I should have just stayed home. I was sure I'd get sick just from how cool it was out. Although I was wearing a knitted sweater and jeans with fuzzy socks sticking out of my combat boots. It wasn't really bringing me much warmth.

I couldn't help but think that maybe I should have listened to my aunt when she had said to take a jacket just in case I couldn't handle how cold it was. I didn't think it'd be this bad and now I was sure to die.

Sighing, I turned to glance out at the harsh waves crashing against the sand. Just as I was about to tell my company that I was going to head back to the van and cozy on up with Angela, I was interrupted.

"It's just an old scary story." I didn't say anything and neither did the reason I was even here. Our silence being a sign to continue, "Did you know that Quileutes are supposedly descended from wolves?"

I scoffed, "Supposedly?"

"What?" I bent forward a bit and glanced over meeting dark brown eyes. Raising an eyebrow at the curiosity bubbling inside her, "Real wolves?"

There's no way. I mean, yeah, I'm open to all possible things, but wolves? Humans transforming into wolves? That's just—"Yeah... That's a legend of our tribe."

"Then you shouldn't be telling outsiders, right?" I asked, very well feeling the hard glare that was being sent my way.

"Okay... So, what's the story about the Cullens?" Of course, she'd jump right in, if I didn't know any better I'd think that she planned this trip to La Push.

"Well, they're supposedly descendants from this, like..."

Glancing over at Jacob, I could tell that he was struggling with not only telling us but finding a way to phrase what he knew, "enemy clan."

"My great-grandfather, the chief, found them hunting on our land." I hummed as he continued, "But they claimed to be something different, so... We made a treaty with them. If they promised to stay off Quileute lands, then we wouldn't expose what they really were... To the pale faces." As he finished, I looked up in time to see him staring at me before turning to Bella.

Silence. That's all that was heard. That and the waves crashing. It seems we picked the wrong day to come and enjoy the beach, everything seemed so dark and gloom.

"I thought they just moved here..." Bella mumbled out after a while.

Sighing, I ran a hand loosely through my hair and began playing with a strand of my hair as my thoughts raced through my head.

"Or just moved back." Jacob countered.

A scream broke through the quiet that had formed, making me jump and crash into Jacob. I felt his hands reach out to steady me and I looked up and smiled before placing my hand over my heart.

I looked behind us to see Eric chasing Angela. I couldn't make out what he was holding, but from the scream, Angela had produced I could guess it freaked her out somehow.

"What are they really?" Even if part of me was annoyed with the question, I was curious. I couldn't help but wonder if-if it was—

"It's just a story, Bella." I glanced over to her and could tell that she didn't believe it was just a story.

"Come on, let's go." I felt something touch my back and flinched. I sighed when I saw it was just Jacob.

I tried to apologize, but he shook his head and sent me a small smile before leading Bella back to our friends.

I followed after them, unsettled because if I was right then it could be true. Although just a story to Jacob, just a simple legend from his tribe, there had to be some truth...

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