Changes (Jacob Black X Reader)

The Billy Black Diaries

Scott's baby blue Prius slid smoothly into the Quileute tribe community center promptly at 7am. Latte's and notebook's in hand, we were greeted by a petite woman with silky black hair and a gorgeous turquoise necklace that complimented her frame. She was wheeling an older gentleman with matching hair that flowed like a river with a charming cowboy hat placed neatly on his head. We made our way to the steps where they greeted us with warm welcomes,

"Hi there! You must be Y/N and Scott, we are so happy to have you here today to learn more about the amazing history of the Quileute tribe, I'm Mia" She darted out her hand and greeted us both with a firm handshake, our introductions were interrupted with a bellowing cough,

"Aren't you going to introduce the main attraction?" The man smiled

"Of course, how could I forget Mr.Billy Black, he will be your guide for today."

"Hello Billy, what a pleasure to meet you" Scott commented, extending a hand

"Always down to meet some Forks kids, my son Jacob is friends with a young lady who attends there" He commented briefly, I let out slight chuckle with his mention- he really had no freaking clue who Savannah was and that brought me immense joy,

"I believe she's in my history class. I think she's dating some guy named..." My mind was raking at the name-

"Mike Newton" Scott chimed in, he cracked a smile while looking at the floor and shuffling his foot around quite awkwardly. I quickly switched the topics to the report at hand and Mia led us into the meeting space, adorned with gorgeous artifacts spanning from quilts, hunting gear and various cultural pieces. Billy gathered some books from the lower shelves while we stared in amazement, everything was in pristine condition- almost too  good of condition. When we were done, we met Billy at the center table. Scott took out his laptop as Billy began to speak,

"There are many misconceptions about our people, there are very few of us left. It's your job to spread the story correctly." He spoke in a serious tone, motioning to the artifacts surrounding us.

"As far as the eye could see, this land was ours. But, the United States government didn't see it that way and wanted this land to themselves, so we signed a treaty in 1856." He pointed to a map, outlining the treaty of Olympia, outlining Clallam County which included much of La Push."

"How many people live here now?" I popped my head up from scrambling my notes,

"Around three hundred, some choose to move after creating a family." He noted with a slightly somber tone in his voice.

"Wow, do you know of anyone who spoke the original Quileute language?"

"My grandfather was the last native speaker of the language that I know of, that was in the 1860's. He was once a great whaler" He smiled. Billy began telling us mystical stories of war and typical life during his father's time and growing up in the reservation. The walls seemed to come alive with fascinating stories of rituals and legends that led the tribe to practice Astral projection and spirit warriors. I could tell he was choosing his words very carefully and was hesitant to ask any questions that got into too much detail- citing tribal secrecy as an excuse. Scott and I were eagerly writing and the day droned into the late afternoon and before we knew it- it was already four pm. Our intense discussion was interrupted with a soft knock at the door. Bills wheeled quickly over, where he was greeted by a cheerful Mia, holding three large bags of what looked like- lunch,

"Figured you three must be famished after all this tribe talk!" She distributed each of us a delicious looking sub, turkey for me, veggie for Scott and tuna for Billy. Mia excused herself while we ate. I quickly gave Scott a glance while chowing down,