Hi y'all! Just a little announcement that this story is taking place in the beginning-ish of New Moon where the wolves are just starting to phase. I know all details, like the fact that Jake is driving the Rabbit, are not consistent with the original story line.

It hadn't taken long after the boys of the tribe started to phase that Sam Uley's little sister realized something was up. What she didn't realize, however, was that by being half sisters with Sam on the paternal side and Quil on the maternal side, she would most likely phase as well. They would all just have to wait.

"Mayzie! You better be awake!" Quil Atera Jr. called down the hall. Quil's mother and grandfather had taken Mayzie in after her mother, Annie Atera had passed away and nobody could find her father, Joshua Uley.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Mayzie groaned, tossing aside her blanket and pillow. Mayzie didn't mind living in a slightly cramped house, especially since it used to be worse. Her cousin Quil and her each had their own bedroom now, and so did their grandfather, Quil Sr. Before Quil Jr's mother had moved out, Mayzie and Joy had been sharing a room.

The house itself was small yet cozy, and sturdy despite its oldness. It had 3 bedrooms, though one of the bedrooms, Mayzie's room in fact, was the old den converted into a bedroom. The kitchen was small but clean, and then the living room was actually relatively large. It held a worn couch and love seat and a large, flat screen tv, Quil Sr's latest purchase.

Mayzie moved, a sudden shiver going down her spine as she raced to the bathroom for a fast shower. She knew Quil would be waiting for her to go to school, seeing as they had only one car between the 3 of them and Quil wasn't allowed to use it unless he took Mayzie with him to school.

The shower was hot, warming up her frozen skin and drenching her dark hair. She washed and conditioned her hair quickly, able to hear her cousin pacing the floor in impatience. She hopped out of the shower and dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt, throwing on a sweatshirt for good measure. Quil handed her a pack of Poptarts as she slipped on her combat boots and grabbed her backpack.

"Thanks." Mayzie said to her cousin. He nodded at her and anxiously walked out the door. "Quil, you're not going to be late." Mayzie chastised, rolling her eyes.

"Yea, well I want to see the guys." He replied, making Mayzie roll her eyes once more.

"Look, Quil, I know you guys are friends and all, but I'm not sure they feel the same way about you as you do them." She made a kissy noise.

"Oh shut up, you make it seem as if you and Kim aren't weirdly close."

"We aren't. You pace the house when I'm in the shower because you're so nervous you'll be late to your morning meeting." She pointed out. Quil's face reddened at her words and Mayzie burst out laughing. "Told ya." Quil grimaced as he pulled into the school parking lot, pulling his grandfather's truck up next to Jake's Rabbit.

"Where's Embry's car?" Mayzie asked Jake and Quil as she got out of the car.

"He's not here today, his mom said he's sick." Jake responded.

"You called Tiffany?" Quil snorted, but underneath the snort Mayzie could tell he was worried.

"We can always drive by later, during lunch break or after school and check on him. Bring him soup or something." Mayzie suggested. Though she'll never outright say it, Mayzie was as much a part of the little gang as Quil. He introduced her to his friends when they were 7 and Mayzie's mother had just passed away. The 4 of them had been inseparable ever since, and they were the only other people, besides for Quil Sr, that knew who her real father was.

Jake and Quil shared a glance.

"What." Mayzie looked at both boys, her voice still holding the slightest bit of a British accent from her early years.

"Nothing, let's do it." Jake smirked at Mayzie. "Just thought you were telling Quil that he's too in love with us or something, kinda sounds like you are too." Mayzie glared at Quil.

"You texted him?"

Quil nodded and said "I texted him." With a smirk on his face. Mayzie rolled her eyes before punching her cousin in the arm and leading the three laughing friends towards the building.

"Hey, look. There's part of the cult." Jake snickered, pointing at Jared Cameron, who was walking down the hallway with Paul Lahote. Mayzie and Quil both laughed, their eyes darting to the ground when they saw Paul starting to turn towards them. The three of them were lucky enough to turn right then and enter their classroom for Tribal Studies. They sat in the back as Sue Clearwater walked in.

"Hi everyone, unfortunately Mrs. Littlesea has fallen ill today, so I'm going to be subbing for her!" Sue clapped her hands together and Mayzie smiled, remembering why she loved Sue's company so much.

"Alright, so it looks like today's plans have us talking about the Legends of the Quileute. I assume you all remember them, yes?"

"Yes." The class chorused, mixed with some nodding.

"So, let me ask you this. Why do you think these tribal stories continued to be passed down?" Sue's question had Mayzie pondering. Her mother used to drill the legends into her head, whether it was in her bedroom in England or in the store.

Mayzie sat and thought about this question. She recalled the legends in her mind, the cold ones and the Spirit Warriors. The Protectors, the women and how they aided in the preservation of the tribe. Why had her mother drilled them in? She had sat with Mayzie, night after night teaching her the language and the Legends, to always protect her tribe and to never harm a wolf. What had her mother known that she didn't?

"Mayzie? Are you okay?" Jake poked her shoulder and she jumped in her seat, still with the thoughts of the tribal legends in the back of her mind.

"Yea, I'm fine! Class over already?" Jake nodded and Mayzie grabbed her things, including her unopened package of Poptarts, and left the room with her cousin and best friend.

"So, what do you think they have for lunch today?" Quil asked as they walked together to their next class.

"How can you think of lunch? It's not even 9:30 in the morning. Hell, I haven't even eaten breakfast!" Mayzie stared, bewildered, at her cousin. Quil rolled his eyes as they entered their next class. Mayzie tried, but she couldn't focus. All she kept thinking about were the Legends. She felt like a bomb was inside her mind, about to go off and she couldn't figure out what it was going to do, but she knew the Legends were involved. It was as if her mom had known that Mayzie would need them one day, so she pounded them in her brain.