A/N: Okay, I know I apologized before, but again, I'm really sorry for not updating faster! Seriously, I meant to, but with Breaking Dawn and everything, I've had a lot of distractions. So you see my dilemma.

Note: The legends in this story are untrue. I just made them up. It's fan fiction after all.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Twilight characters. Though I did contribute some new ones!

Chapter 4 - Warning

" Who are the coyotes?" Collin asked.

" I'm not surprised you've never heard of them. I don't think even Sam has."

" I don't believe so." Sam answered.

" Well, like I said, the legends have been overlooked for years. They're…not pleasant tales. We don't like to repeat them unless absolutely necessary."

" What do you mean?" Seth asked.

" Coyotes are basically werewolves, but they don't like to be thought of as such. They resent the fact and like to be thought of as something much different.

" Why?" Seth was getting really into this by now, of course.

" You all know the stories of the great spirit chief, Taha Aki, and his many sons. If you recall, in the legends, it is said that only some of Taha Aki's sons, chose to fight alongside him. It also says that some of the others, did not."

" If they chose not to join ht pack, then what happened to them?" Brady asked.

" They either resumed a normal lifestyle, or they left the tribe all together. There was one son in particular, Solomon, who re-defined things completely.

" Solomon was raised the same as all of his brothers, be he was always a little different in the mind. He was always more aggressive, arrogant, and cared only of himself. When the wolf transformation came into play, that didn't change."

" He went off on his own." Seth guessed.

Leah elbowed him in the ribs, " Don't interrupt."

" Yes. Normally, Taha Aki gave his sons the choice if they wanted to live the new lifestyle or not. When the choice was given to Solomon, he had a ….different way of looking at things. He did leave the tribe, like many others did, but he tried to start his own.

" If any more of his brothers left, he tried to persuade them to join him. Some did, but some did not. Most just thought he had gone completely insane."

" Why?" Embry asked.

" Solomon had been roaming in the woods for years, in his wolf form. Eventually, the sun got to whatever was left of his sanity. Then he started to do crazy things."

" Like what?"

My dad hesitated, " He…..always saw the world differently, like I said. Eventually, he wandered back into Quileute territory and started speaking like a maniac , of some mystic fire god.

" Terrified and confused, the Quileutes banished him back to the woods, and doubled their watch, to make sure he stayed out of the village.

Years had passed, and Solomon only became crazier. He began a new way of living by…feeding off of other wolves. He started with those in his pack."

" Like cannibalism?" Seth's voice cracked with disgust.

" I guess you could say that. Anyways, ;he convinced his warriors that the Quileutes were planning to attack them, and sent them out on nightly patrols.

While they were out, he trapped them, killed them, and….well you can pretty much guess the rest." '

Bella shivered again, for the tenth time through the story. Couldn't say I blamed her. I myself thought I was gonna be sick.

My dad continued, " He did this, night after night, not telling the others in his pack the real reason for the disappearances. He constantly blamed it on the Quileutes, saying that we attacked the guards and burned the bodies. He sent out a new group of guards every night, and the cycle continued. Only a select few, Solomon spared. These were always the weakest, He only killed the strong ones, who could potentially overthrow him.

He continued to do this, as he continued to worship the fire god. Another reason he started his…habits was because he claimed the fire god commanded him to."

" Why would a god of fire care if he ate wolves?" Seth asked.

" The guy was crazy, who knows?" I answered.

" Didn't the others in the pack ever figure out what he was doing?" Quil questioned.

" Eventually they did. One wolf, Kennis, escaped from Solomon when he was attacked. He ran back and warned his brothers. Horrified, they returned to the Quileutes, in hopes of seeking help." Their father welcomed them back with open arms. He was troubled to learn what had been taking place, and agreed to from an alliance with his sons against Solomon.

Though he was powerful, the Quileutes were greater in numbers, and overtook him."

" Good riddance." Leah snorted.

" Many years later, after the death of Solomon, even after the passing of Taha Aki, a small group of werewolves rebelled and started referring to the legends of the coyotes-which Solomon had named his pack. They had great adoration for Solomon and started to follow his ethics. Instead of killing their own, they killed others who had either banished them, or didn't agree with their lifestyle. They took on the path of the coyotes, not wanting anything to do with their werewolves lineage, but their pack was always small, and the Quileutes always managed to get rid of them. After a while they became extinct."

Everyone was silent, probably wondering why my dad had decided to tell us about this. Unless….oh god no……that couldn't be.

" You don't think they came back, do you Billy?" Sam asked the question we all were thinking, not wanting to even know if it was true.

" I'm not sure. It doesn't make sense, but it all fits together."

" Why would they just appear out of nowhere all of a sudden?" Embry asked.

" We've never had a pack this big before, they probably feel threatened." Sam pointed out.

" But wouldn't we know? In all the horror flicks, the bad guys always show some kind of sign."

" Coyotes always did have the ability to toy with the mind. Instead of communication, they used the telepathy to send horrifying messages to their enemies. Sometimes, most of the time, the warnings came in the form of dreams."

After my dad had said this, I had a giant knot in the pit of my stomach as he looked at me with an expression I'd never seen him use before in my life. He almost looked disturbed.

" Jake….wait..you probably wouldn't remember…"

" What?" I asked, everyones eyes suddenly fell on me.

" When you were younger, you used to wake up in the middle of the night screaming. We asked you and you said it was nightmares. Later, you drew me and your mom a picture of a pretty freaky looking wolf, and you said you saw it in your dream. It's no wonder you were scared."

I remembered now. How could I not? I was only five when I had that dream, and it kept coming back, and haunting me. I remember the exact picture I had once saw as well, and it still scared me. Terrified me to my wits end.

" I remember that." I whispered as my voice grew weary.

" You okay dude?" Quil asked, noticing my reaction to the mental flashback. I only nodded. If I had been having these dreams only a few years ago, then these coyites had always been here.

" Why me?" I asked.

" Because you're the true alpha." Sam answered.

A/N: I am so proud of myself for finally getting this done! I've been so busy with school lately, I never thought I would get to it! Yaaaayyy!

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