AN: hey! For Chapter 11 training, 104 people have visited so far, and only 4 people bothered to review! That means 100 people didn't!! I want reviews! They give me ideas and help me write better! (Even Flames, cuz they make me mad, which helps in a battle or sad scene!)

Ok, not to mention names * cough * Augustmoon99 * cough * oh sorry about that, I have a cold… I have received some VERY hypocritical and rude comments from said *Cough. * Anonymous reviewers. So yes, that irritates me. But: here is the next chapter!

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(BellaPoV)

"I can't believe those bloodsuckers!" I growled as me and the rest of the pack paced angrily out on top of the cliffs. The sea rushed in and out below as the flames from our bon-fire crackled and spit sparks to the sky as logs shifted. Sam alone sat calmly in front of the blaze, talking with the other council members. The rest of the pack started to say something, but just then, Billy clapped his hands once, we all became silent and walked to the fireside and sat down at our Alpha's side.

"How about I tell some of our legends before you guys run out and rip those vamps apart, something you'll probably regret later?" Billy asked in a dramatic sounding voice.

The others rolled their eyes, but since I still did not know much of my ancestor's history, I was excited.

"This is our oldest legend, far older than even the stories of the Cold Ones," Billy began.

"Long, long ago, before the Great Spirit Chief, Taha Aki, when those who died simple ceased to exist, a young hunter by the name of Tain was hunting a red deer. Now Tain was one of the best hunters from the tribe, and he had been tracking this deer for days.

One night, the deer finally went to sleep. Tain shot it with an arrow and his aim was true. The deer died and he went to collect it. Just as he packed all the bones and meat into his pack, an old and starving she-wolf entered the clearing he was in. It was a little odd in that it didn't look exactly like a normal wolf, it's paws looking like furred, clawed hands as it shifted it's weight, and it's eyes had an intelligence like that of man.

Remembering his tribe, who were descended from wolves, he felt bad for the female and took out half the meat from his pack and walking slowly, dropped it on the ground in front of the wolf. The old she-wolf cocked her head at him, and began to eat. Tain sat down and waited till she had eaten her fill, and began to walk away, when a woman's voice sounded behind him.

He jumped and whirled around, but the wolf was the only being there. 'Hello?' He called. Just then, the wolf rose onto its hind legs and opened its mouth.

'Thank you, young hunter for the meat. Should you ever need help as the darkness closes in, and life seems impossible, call out my name, and I shall help you. I shall go now, for the night is almost over, and I must go back to my family.'

She said to him. She was about to turn around, when Tain called out:

'What is your name wolf?'

She stared into his eyes for a moment, then spoke again as she walked away;

'My name is Lunabell.' Then she faded into the darkness of the forest.

When he returned to the tribe, he told everyone his incredible encounter with the she-wolf, and the Chief named him the Master Hunter of the tribe for his wisdom and skill with the bow.

Many years passed, and Tain fought many a battle and gained much glory. He took a wife and had many children, until one night, as he lay in bed, now an old man, he felt death coming, and remembered the wolf from all those years ago. He had told everyone what the wolf said, and they vowed to remember it. Now he felt the darkness gathering, and he called out to his wife and children. They gathered around his bedside, cried for him. He told them not to be sad, and that he would watch over them when he left. Suddenly, he cried out that name he had heard all those years ago:

'Lunabell!

Just then as he finished, his family watched as a silvery, transparent figure of a wolf standing on two legs and with furred and clawed hands for forepaws appeared, The figure floated above the bed and held out her hand for Tain's. As soon as he took it, the light left his eyes, and a silvery figure like that of the wolf floated out of his body and, with a last look at his family, Tain flew into the sky with the she-wolf.

"Since then, the spirit of the wolf, Lunabell, has taken all of our dead into the Spirit world. Not since that time has anyone seen Lunabell as she comes to take the soul's of the departed to the Spirit World. Perhaps only those who could spirit walk could see her, or maybe it is that no one has said her name as they die that no one can see her. Or perhaps this is just a legend, a story."

When Billy finished the tale of Tain and Lunabell, I blinked, dazed. As he had told the story, I had felt as though I could actually hear and see the people in the story. It seems it had had a similar effect on the others too; Jacob had had his eyes open, and was staring at nothing, like he was daydreaming until he blinked multiple times and looked around in confusion. The others were the same.

After eating dinner (each of us had 2 two liter bottles of Pepsi, and an entire pizza for ourselves) we had all gotten really tired. After all, staying up all night for two nights and running around who knows how long even before that, that's bound to make anyone tired.

Leah and Seth were already asleep; Paul had collapsed after his 7th slice of pizza, Quil, Jared, Collin, Brady, Embry and Sam were all asleep, just laying there next to the dying fire. But then again, werewolves don't really get cold do they?

The Council members, including Billy, had all gone home once we started eating. Now only Jacob and me were awake. He had scooted over next to me while I was eating, and now both of us were sharing the last two pieces from Seth's pizza that he'd sleepily said anyone could have right before he fell asleep.

As I munched on the pizza crust, Jacob scooted closer and draped his arm around my shoulder. I yawned, which made Jacob yawn too. We sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, until after yawning again, Jacob slowly lay down on the ground, and I lay down next to him.

Watching the stars together, I had one of those thoughts you get randomly: how is it we are alive, on this planet? How did life begin? What is the meaning of it all? What's the point? What happens when we die? Is it like in the stories? Of Heaven and Hell, Lunabell and Tain? Reincarnation? If so, how do the gods know, who is bad, and who is good? With those thought, I drifted off to sleep, here on a cliff top with my pack and my Jacob.

Yes, I know it is short, BUT IT IS VERY IMPORTANT!!! And No, that legend is NOT a Real Quileute Legend! It is just something I made up! But those of you who have read my other story,

Lycanthropy, would notice a certain name in there…. Or at least you should have.

I WILL NOT PUT UP THE NEXT CHAPTER UNLESS I GET 10 REVEIWS! NO FLAMES WILL BE COUNTED! AND I MEAN THAT! 10 REVIEWS! THAT'S IT! 10 OF YOU SOULD BE ABLE TO CLICK THAT GREEN BUTTON AND TYPE!

And thank you all who have reviewed already, except for that certain *Cough *.