Note from the Author: Sorry it's short. I'll update soon! The story I told you about last time is by Totally 3rd Grade. This girl is awesome…and my best friend. Her story is sweet! Read it! R&R.

Ch. 4 Myths

We were on the beach now. The others were slightly ahead of us, not listening to our conversation. Embry's voice was grave when he spoke, his black eyes showing no hint of humor.

"It started like any other tribe, finding and conquering the land. But our tribe was different. We had magic. The warriors could…change. Their spirits could leave their bodies. The spirit warriors, they were called. The spirit warriors used this magic to defeat enemies. They couldn't physically touch them, but they had their ways. Screaming, for example. Their cries were carried on winds to their foes, scaring them. They could also control animals, like turning their enemy's dogs against them. Am I boring you?" His question startled me, ripping me from his tribe's distant past.

I shook my head. "The opposite actually. It's really interesting!"

He nodded, before continuing, "The last great spirit chief, Taha Aki, changed the magic. He was trapped in the spirit world, his body stolen by an evil man named Utlapa. Taha Aki found a wolf, large for its kind, and asked it to make room for him. He went back to save his people and eventually, the wolf, and Taha Aki, changed into a man.

"From then on, Taha Aki and his male descendants, have had the power to phase back and forth, from wolf to man. Even today…" he looked down distracted.

I gasped. Embry's head snapped up in my direction. He looked confused. "Werewolves?" I asked. He sighed and nodded. "That has to be the coolest thing I've ever heard. You're a great story teller," I continued.

Embry chuckled. "I don't tell it as well as the tribal elders. That's a true story you know!" I didn't believe that, but I could see he did.

We had stopped walking. A cool breeze passed by and I shivered. Embry shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. I looked up in surprise and noticed he only had on a t-shirt.

"No," I protested, "You'll freeze! I'm not taking you're coat!" Embry cracked up. I didn't think him freezing to death was that funny.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said still chortling, "I'm not going to die. It's not even cold!"

I rolled my eyes but dropped the subject. Maybe it was only cold to me. Stupid L.A. and its 70 degree weather.

Something small and white fell onto my eyelash. I blinked it off, then moaned when I recognized the frozen fuzz. Snow. I slid my arms into Embry's jacket, and tightened the monstrous thing around my small frame. It was no use, I was still freezing, and shivering.

Embry chuckled at my reaction. "You've never seen snow fall before have you?" he asked.

"Yeah I have." I stated defensively. "When I lived in Boston two years ago, and New York the year before that. I hated it there too."

He shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you hate snow!"

"It's cold and wet and extremely annoying. Sure it looks pretty, but it numbs your fingers and toes. It melts in your boots and freezes your hair. Now, who in the world would enjoy that?"

Embry blinked, clearly surprised at my hatred of snow. "I've never heard snow described like that before! I think I hate it now too," he smiled.

I laughed and he joined in.

He walked with me, telling other myths, including the one about Taha Aki but with more details. We were headed toward the parking lot where we were to meet Kyle's mom. I stared at him awestruck as he explained the wolves' enemies, "the cold ones", vampires. How did he remember all this?

Embry stopped suddenly and sighed unhappily. "That's your ride isn't it?" he pointed out Kyle's mom's giant van

I sighed too and nodded. "Thank you. It was great! Your tribe's myths are extremely cool! Nice to meet you." I was sad; I didn't want to leave him. A stab of pain shot through my chest.

"Do you wanna hang out some time? Monday?" Embry sounded hopeful. I nodded eagerly. "What's your number? I'll call you!"

After exchanging numbers, I climbed into the car-Penelope on top of course-and waved out the window. As much as I hated thinking it, I couldn't help but wonder: would I ever see Embry again?