All hell broke loose as everyone was shouting to be heard. Old Quil took the pro-offered pack from Abigail and led her to the sofa, away from the others. Together, they sat and opened the bag. Reaching inside, Old Quil began pulling out the leather bound journals. Delicately, he placed them in his lap. The others began making their way to their seats around the room when they realized what he was doing. Quietly, they sat and waited for him to speak.

Old Quil reverently ran his hands over the covers of the journals, feeling the power running through them. To know about them was one thing. To actually see them and hold them was an experience beyond his years. Decades of magical knowledge were written in these journals, and he had them in his hands. He closed his eyes and thanked the spirits for this opportunity and asked them to guide him and the Elders as they lead Abigail in the learning her craft.

Looking over to Abigail, he noticed that her eyes were swirling green. Immediately, he took her hands in his and tried to calm her. He watched as Sue Clearwater situated herself between Abigail and Charlie. The latter having taken the seat on the other side of the young girl. Reaching around her, Sue pulled Abigail into her arms and began speaking quietly to her. Her gentle nature had an instant calming effect on the girl. Nodding in approval, he addressed the gathering.

"It is a great honor to have the journals of our shamen back on Quileute lands. We should be thankful that young Abigail agreed to placing them here for safe keeping. Together, we will help guide her in the teachings of our ancestors and legends. She will one day be the catalyst of great changes for our people. She must and will be protected at all times and given our unwavering support and respect, for, without her, our lands and people will fail."

He then turned to Abigail and bowed to her. When he rose, he looked into her eyes and said, "With the spirits blessings, I will lend my support and guidance in your journey, most blessed one." He stepped aside as Billy moved to take his place, repeating the same motion and vow. Billy was followed by the remaining Elders. When all had stepped aside, Sam and Jared approached her. They too bowed, yet spoke a different vow. "With the blessings of our spirit warrior, Taha Aki, we vow to assist and protect you from threats, living or other."

Abigail stood and moved next to Charlie. She was steadfast as she took his hand and gave it a small squeeze. Looking at him then the others, she bowed then spoke, "I accept your support, guidance, respect, and protection, in the names of my ancestors. Blessings to you, your people and your lands." The entire gathering gave a sigh of relief as they broke off into smaller groups. Abigail stayed as close to Charlie as she could. She knew the others would play an important role in her future, yet none would come as close to her as Charlie, for he took a chance on her when he didn't have to.

Sam and Jared were standing just to her right as Old Quil and Billy approached them. "Abigail, you said someone was looking for the journals?" Billy inquired. She, Charlie, Sam, and Jared all nodded. "Yes sir. I noticed when I got to the attic. Something was off. When I mentioned it to Charlie, Sam and Chuckles…" Billy looked at her, tilting his head oddly, "Chuckles?" Sam answered as Jared laughed. "Jared." Abigail nodded in agreement, "yeah, I meant Jared. Anyway, they came running in the room and started looking around." Billy nodded and looked to Sam for his input. "There was another scent in the room. Not one we recognized." At this, Charile and Abigail spoke in unison, "scent?" Old Quil quickly covered the blunder, "that's a story for another time. Right now, we should see if the food is ready." With that, he, Billy, Sam, and Jared quickly made their way to the back door, leaving Charlie standing with Abigail.

Charlie leaned down and whispered to her, "you doin' alright Abby?" Looking at him, she gave a small smile and a shrug of the shoulders. "I guess. How 'bout you?" He chuckled, nodding his head, "yeah, I think you're gonna be just fine. These are some good people in this room. If anyone can make any sense of all this, it's them." At that moment, Sue approached and asked if they would like something to eat. Charlie snorted a laugh and looked to Abigail. "Yeah, 'cause little witches need to eat after listening to a bunch of old folks yammering." This was what the gathering was waiting for. A tension breaking moment and Charlie delivered.

Conversations were kept light while they ate and Abigail was introduced to Billy's son, Jacob, and his friends, Embry and Quil. Jacob and Embry were okay, but Quil, she thought, was a complete idiot. She was hopeful that he would grow out of it. The three of them sat across from her and were continuously joking on one another. Jared had taken a seat next to her, watching her, watch them. He shook his head at the three stooges and whispered to her, "ignore them. They were dropped on their heads as babies." She snorted a laugh and replied, "no shit." From the corner of her eye, she saw someone walking out of the tree line, heading towards them. She tensed as he got closer to their gathering. Jared, having noticed her posture leaned closer to her, "it's okay. That's Paul. He's a friend."

Several miles away, in Forks, Alice Cullen was sitting with her "mother," Esme, when she was drawn into a vision. Within seconds, she smiled, clapped her hands excitedly and gushed, "Isabella will be here within the month! Isn't' that great?!" Esme smiled and hugged her daughter to her, "that is wonderful news! I am so looking forward to the changes that will be coming with her arrival."