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A Jared/Kim Imprint Story
Chapter 21
Jared and I were back at Emily's house, after a long, comfortable afternoon. Before we even got in front of their house, we could smell the food. Jared took a deep breath, "Emily's cooking again. I guess we're a little late."
"I hope she won't be mad," I worried.
"They won't be mad at you, Sam will be mad at me."
"Why?"
"Because he told me about 10 times to get you back here so we could all on one last patrol run before the bonfire and I ignored him as long as I could."
"So, did he keep nagging you or something, I thought you'd put up a better fight than 10 times."
"He used his alpha voice, so I had to obey."
"His what?" I was now confused, again.
"He's the top wolf, the chief of the tribe I guess. And when he uses his alpha voice, it pretty much forces us to do whatever he says. He doesn't like using it though, he feels like he's taking away all our free will."
"Well, at least that's nice of him." It couldn't be that bad. We walked up the steps and into Sam and Emily's house. "Oh good, you're here," Emily greeted.
"Are we that late?"
"No, only about 5 minutes, but its fine. And Jared, you should hurry up, Sam wasn't too happy."
"Yeah, I know. He already yelled at me. Bye Kimmy, I'll see you later," he stated before he gave me a quick kiss on my head, and then left.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Well, we're going to have hot dogs, so can you put the chips and rolls into that basket for me? We're taking the food down and the guys are going to take chairs for Harry and Quil, and a blanket for us to sit on." Emily started loading the things that had to stay cold into a cooler, while I packed the chips, rolls, paper plates and desserts into the basket on the table. "Do you want to hear more of my story while we wait for the guys to get back?"
"Sure Emily."
"So, where did I leave off?"
"When Sam was coming into the hospital to talk to you I think."
"That's right. So Sam came to see me, and he started apologizing immediately to me and I told him to stop. He looked up at me, but looked away as soon as he saw my face covered in bandages. I told him to look at me, because he was so freaked out about what had happened. I told him to bring the chair over so it was close to the bed. He sat down and I reached for his hand with my good hand. I told him that it was alright and that I wasn't mad at him anymore, especially if he was avoiding Leah to keep her safe. He said that it didn't look like he was doing a good job because seeing me hurt, hurt her, and that he had just broke her heart.
"I asked him why he was always staring at me when he was with her, and he was reluctant to tell me about imprinting, but I coaxed it out of him. In fact, aside from hurting Leah through all of that, I was happy that he imprinted on me.
"So that was the rest of the story and I don't know why Jared wanted to keep it from you, but I thought you would like to know."
"Wow. I think that's all I can say. Is Leah alright though? I mean that had to be really hard for her too."
"She's better than she was. You have to remember some of the story, or at least what we told everyone."
"Yes, I do. It didn't really make sense though, with why you were in the hospital here when you were attacked in Michigan. But most people stopped gossiping about it when Leah freaked out at everyone when people whispering behind her back. She told everyone to forget about it because it was all in the past and she didn't care about him anymore."
"That is far from the truth."
"I know. So while she was at school, Heather and I would sit with her at lunch. She told us she was happy now that she got rid of the 'baggage' but no one believed her. She tried to act brave, but we all knew she was torn apart inside. We started to be friends, but I don't know. Then Jared and Paul left and started hanging out with Sam, and she knew that I had a crush on Jared, so she left the table and now eats lunch in the corner then goes to the library and no one knows what she does there, but she gets a lap top every time."
"Have you tried talking to her? She's a nice girl at heart, and I'm thinking that she's trying to deal with her heart breaking. She was never good at letting things go once she had them. I remember when our grandfather died. She wouldn't talk to anyone for weeks, and she was close to him, but not as close as her mom."
"I've tried to talk to her, but she just walks away."
The door opened, "Hey! Are you guys coming or not? Sam and Jared are getting hungry, so I suggest you hurry up!" Paul said in an angry voice.
"Oh hush up. We're coming, Paul, no need to get all angry about it," Emily answered laughing. Paul came in with a smile on his face.
"Do you need any help? Sam and Jared are getting Billy and Old Quil. Harry said he'd meet us there."
"Sure, grab that cooler, Kim can you get the blanket? I'll take the basket."
"Emily, I'll get the basket."
"It's not that heavy, I can get it. But you can carry it back if you want."
"OK." We set off for the cliffs, me following Paul who was leading the way.
"So what were you girls talking about?" Paul asked, trying to make a conversation.
"Umm…" I looked at Emily. I wasn't sure if I should tell him that we were talking about Leah or not.
Emily smiled at me. "Just girl stuff, stuff that guys have no need to know." Emily winked at me, and I giggled.
"Giggling is bad, especially when it's in response to what another girl said." Paul stated.
"It's not that bad," I defended.
"I don't really care."
"Yes you do, deep down," Emily teased.
"This is why I never want a girlfriend."
"Why?" Emily and I asked together.
You can never have anything your own way."
"So you never want to imprint?"
"Nope," he said popping the 'p', "Besides, the legends say it's really rare. So I don't want to get my hopes up."
"Sure, Paul. I'll just ask Sam later what you really think." From what I could tell from the back of his head, his eyes opened really wide like he didn't want us knowing what he really thought.
I didn't want Paul to get mad, so I decided that I should change the subject. "So how much farther is it?"
He turned to me, making sure that Emily couldn't see his face, and mouthed, "Thanks," then said, "Just a little farther, it's at the cliffs."
"Oh."
"It's a pretty little place, with an amazing view of the oceans."
"Perfect love bird's paradise," Paul muttered.
"Don't listen to him; he's just jealous."
"Oh I know."
"I hope we get to kick some love birds out. That's always fun." Emily and I rolled our eyes. Paul led us through a few trees and up a little path. You could hear the ocean crashing against the bottom of the cliffs, and there were some clouds forming out at sea. "There's going to be a thunderstorm tonight."
"How can you tell?" I asked. I could take a good guess that there was going to be a storm, but I couldn't be positive.
"I can feel the pressure in the air. It's heavier. I can feel it with my heightened senses."
"Oh." We walked a little farther into the trees. I could now see an orange light coming shining through the trees.
"We're here," Paul announced. We had walked a little more than a mile to get here and most of it was uphill, but I didn't mind and I don't think that anyone else did either. The people in La Push are used to walking everywhere even though we have cars. I think it has something to do with the fact that we're a little more with nature when we walk and are out doors. Maybe it has something to do with our past.
Jared jumped up from his spot on the ground and walked over to me saying, "Finally you're here! I've been getting hungry waiting for you guys to show up!"
Jared helped me spread the blanket on the ground and I kicked my sandals off and to the side by the tree. Jared laughed and did the same.
I helped Emily get the food ready and Jared pulled out some metal hangers and bent them so they were somewhat straight, then he passed them out to everyone. I didn't get what they were at first but when Billy stuck a hotdog through his, I figured out that they were home made skewers. Jared and Paul had 4 on theirs; I can't believe that they are that hungry.
I was really enjoying the bonfire. I was enjoying myself sitting in Jared's arms and so was Emily was sitting next to Sam. Paul was making faces at us, and I decided that if he ever imprinted, she was going to be in for it, though he would have to mature a little before he got a girlfriend. I giggled at that thought and Jared looked at me questionably. "I was just thinking that if Paul ever imprinted, she would be in for a ride, but he's going to have to mature a little before he can get a girlfriend," and before I could finish what I was saying I started giggling again. Everyone started laughing, including Billy and Old Quil, at Paul's expense. Paul started shaking because he was getting mad.
"Paul," Sam warned looking him in the face. He calmed down to the point where only his hands were shaking.
"Geez Paul, it was just a joke. No need to get mad over it." Paul glared at him, until Harry cleared his throat.
"It's starting to get dark, do you want to start?" As soon as Harry said this, the ocean seemed to get quieter, the wind died down, and the fire gave a final pop, then settled into a smaller fire so that we could see Billy's face over the fire. It's like the elements were aware of the magic present on this night.
"The Quileutes have been a small people from the beginning," Billy said. "And we are a small people still, but we have never disappeared. This is because there has always been magic in our blood. It wasn't always the magic of shape-shifting — that came later. First, we were the spirit warriors."
Harry continued where Billy stopped without missing a beat. His voice wasn't deep and rumbling like Billy's, it was more quiet and soothing, but you could still hear the magic in his voice. "In the beginning, the tribe settled in this harbor and became skilled ship builders and fishermen. But the tribe was small, and the harbor was rich in fish. There were others who coveted our land, and we were too small to hold it. A larger tribe moved against us, and we took to our ships to escape them.
"Kaheleha was not the first spirit warrior, but we do not remember the stories that came before his. We do not remember who was the first to discover this power, or how it had been used before this crisis. Kaheleha used the magic to defend our land.
"He and all his warriors left the ship — not their bodies, but their spirits. Their women watched over the bodies and the waves, and the men took their spirits back to our harbor.
"They could not physically touch the enemy tribe, but they had other ways. The stories tell us that they could blow fierce winds into their enemy's camps; they could make a great screaming in the wind that terrified their foes. The stories also tell us that the animals could see the spirit warriors and understand them; the animals would do their bidding.
"Kaheleha took his spirit army and wreaked havoc on the intruders. This invading tribe had packs of big, thick-furred dogs that they used to pull their sleds in the frozen north. The spirit warriors turned the dogs against their masters and then brought a mighty infestation of bats up from the cliff caverns. The dogs and bats won. The survivors scattered, calling our harbor a cursed place. The dogs ran wild when the spirit warriors released them. The Quileutes returned to their bodies and their wives, victorious.
"The other nearby tribes, the Hohs and the Makahs, made treaties with the Quiluetes. They wanted nothing to do with our magic. We lived in peace with them. When an enemy came against us, the spirit warriors would drive them off.
"Generations passed. Then came the last great Spirit Chief, Taha Aki. He was known for his wisdom, and for being a man of peace. The people lived well and content in his care.
"But there was one man, Utlapa, who was not content. Utlapa was one of Chief Taha Aki's strongest spirit warriors — a powerful man, but a grasping man, too. He thought the people should use their magic to expand their lands, to enslave the Hohs and the Makahs and build an empire.
"Now, when the warriors were their spirit selves, they knew each other's thoughts. Taha Aki saw what Utlapa dreamed, and was angry with Utlapa. Utlapa was commanded to leave the people, and to never use his spirit self again. Utlapa was a strong man, but the chief's warriors outnumbered him. He had no choice but to leave. The furious outcast hid in the forest nearby, waiting for a chance to get revenge against the chief.
"Even in times of peace, the Spirit Chief was vigilant in protecting his people. Often, he would go to a sacred, secret place in the mountains. He would leave his body behind and sweep down through the forests along the coast, making sure no threat approached.
"One day when Taha Aki left to perform this duty, Utlapa followed. At first, Utlapa simply planned to kill the chief but this plan had its drawbacks. Surely the spirit warriors would seek to destroy him, and they could follow faster than he could escape. As he hid in the rocks and watched the chief prepare to leave his body, another plan occurred to him.
"Taha Aki left his body in the secret place and flew with the winds to keep watch over his people. Utlapa waited until he was sure the chief had traveled some distance with his spirit self.
"Taha Aki knew it the instant that Utlapa had joined him in the spirit world, and he also knew Utlapa's murderous plan. He raced back to his secret place, but even the winds weren't fast enough to save him. When he returned, his body was already gone. Utlapa's body lay abandoned, but Utlapa had not left Taha Aki with an escape — he had cut his own body's throat with Taha Aki's hands.
"Taha Aki followed his body down the mountain. He screamed at Utlapa, but Utlapa ignored him as if it were the mere wind.
"Taha Aki watched with despair as Utlapa took his place as chief of the Quileutes. For a few weeks, Utlapa did nothing but make sure that everyone believed he was Taha Aki. Then the changes began—Utlapa's first edict was to forbid any warrior to enter the spirit world. He claimed that he had a vision of danger, but really he was afraid. He knew that Taha Aki would be waiting for the chance to tell his story. Utlapa was also afraid to enter the spirit world himself, knowing that Taha Aki would quickly claim his body. So his dreams of conquest with a spirit warrior army were impossible, and he sought to content himself with ruling over the tribe. He became a burden — seeking privileges that Taha Aki had never requested, refusing to work alongside his warriors, taking a young second wife and then a third, though Taha Aki's wife lived on — something unheard of in the tribe. Taha Aki watched in helpless fury.
"Eventually, Taha Aki tried to kill his body to save the tribe from Utlapa's excesses. He brought a fierce wolf down from the mountains, but Utlapa hid behind his warriors. When the wolf killed a young man who was protecting the false chief, Taha Aki felt horrible grief. He ordered the wolf away.
"All the stories tell us that it was no easy thing to be a spirit warrior. It was more frightening than exhilarating to be freed from one's body. This is why they only used their magic in times of need. The chief's solitary journeys to keep watch were a burden and a sacrifice. Being bodiless was disorienting, uncomfortable, horrifying. Taha Aki had been away from his body for so long at this point that he was in agony. He felt that he was doomed—never to cross over to the final land where his ancestors waited, stuck in this torturous nothingness forever.
"The great wolf followed Taha Aki's spirit as he twisted and writhed in agony through the woods. The wolf was very large for its kind, and beautiful. Taha Aki was suddenly jealous of the dumb animal. At least it had a body. At least it had a life. Even life as an animal would be better than this horrible empty consciousness.
"And then Taha Aki had the idea that changed us all. He asked the great wolf to make room for him, to share. The wolf complied. Taha Aki entered the wolf's body with relief and gratitude. It was not his human body, but it was better than the void of the spirit world.
"As one, the man and the wolf returned to the village on the harbor. The people ran in fear, shouting for the warriors to come. The warriors came to meet the wolf with their spears. Utlapa, of course, stayed safely hidden.
"Taha Aki did not attack his warriors. He retreated slowly from them, speaking with his eyes and trying to yelp the songs of his people. The warriors began to realize that the wolf was no ordinary animal, that there was a spirit influencing it. One older warrior, a man named Yut, decided to disobey the false chief's order and try to communicate with the wolf.
"As soon as Yut crossed to the spirit world, Taha Aki left the wolf — the animal waited tamely for his return — to speak to him. Yut gathered the truth in an instant, and welcomed his true chief home.
"At this time, Utlapa came to see if the wolf had been defeated. When he saw Yut lying lifeless on the ground, surrounded by protective warriors, he realized what was happening. He drew his knife and raced forward to kill Yut before he could return to his body.
"'Traitor,' he screamed, and the warriors did not know what to do. The chief had forbidden spirit journeys, and it was the chief's decision to punish those who disobeyed.
"Yut jumped back into his body, but Utlapa had his knife at his throat and a hand covering his mouth. Taha Aki's body was strong, and Yut was weak with age. Yut could not say even one word to warn the others before Utlapa silenced him forever.
"Taha Aki watched as Yut's spirit slipped away to the final lands that were barred from Taha Aki for all eternity. He felt great rage, more powerful than anything he's felt before. He entered the big wolf once again, meaning to rip Utlapa's throat out. But, as he joined the wolf, the greatest magic happened.
"Taha Aki's anger was the anger of a man. The love he had for his people and the hatred he had for their oppressor were too vast for the wolf's body, too human. The wolf shuddered, and — before the eyes of the shocked warriors and Utlapa — transformed into a man.
"The new man did not look like Taha Aki's body. He was far more glorious. He was the flesh interpretation of Taha Aki's spirit. The warriors recognized him at once, though, for they had flown with Taha Aki's spirit.
"Utlapa tried to run, but Taha Aki had the strength of the world in his new body. He caught the thief and crushed the spirit from him before he could jump out of the stolen body.
"The people rejoiced when they understood what happened. Taha Aki quickly set everything right, working again with his people and giving the young wives back to their families. The only change he kept in place was the end of the spirit travels. He knew that it was too dangerous now that the idea of stealing a life was there. The spirit warriors were no more," Harry concluded.
I was in shock. These stories were far more interesting hearing them from the elders themselves, and knowing they were true. You don't get the same experience reading them a textbook.
Harry started the next part of the tale. "From that point on, Taha Aki was more than either wolf or man. They called him Taha Aki the Great Wolf, or Taha Aki the Spirit Man. He led the tribe for many, many years, for he did not age. When danger threatened, he would resume his wolf-self to fight or frighten the enemy. The people dwelt in peace. Taha Aki fathered many sons, and some of these found that, after they reached the age of manhood, they, too, could transform into wolves. The wolves were all different, because they reflected the man they were inside.
"Some of the sons became warriors with Taha Aki, and they no longer aged. Others, who did not like the transformation, refused to join the pack of wolf-men. These began to age again, and the tribe discovered that the wolf-men could grow old like anyone else if they gave up their spirit wolves. Taha Aki had lived the span of three old men's lives. He had married a third wife after the deaths of the first two, and found in here his true spirit wife. Though he had loved the others, this was something else. He decided to give up his spirit wolf do that he would die when she did.
"This is how the magic came to us, but it is not the end of the story…" Harry looked at Old Quil, who shifted in his seat and sat up straight and continued the tale with his thin tenor voice.
"That was the story of the spirit warriors. This is the story of the third wife's sacrifice.
"Many years after Taha Aki gave up his spirit wolf, when he was an old man, trouble began in the north, with the Makahs. Several young women of their tribe had disappeared, and they blamed it on the neighboring wolves, who they feared and mistrusted. The wolf-men could still read each other's thoughts while in their wolf forms, just like their ancestors had while in their spirit forms. They knew none that none of their number were to blame. Taha Aki did not want to have a war on his hands. He was no longer a warrior to lead his people. He charged his oldest wolf-son, Taha Wi, with finding the true culprit before hostilities began.
"Taha Wi led five other wolves in his pack on a search through the mountains, looking for any evidence of the missing Makahs. They came across something they had never encountered before—a strange, sweet scent in the forests that burned their noses to the point of pain.
"They did not know what creature would leave such a scent, but they followed it. They found faint traces of human scent, and human blood, along the trail. They were sure this was the enemy they were searching for.
"The journey took them so far to the north that Taha Wi sent half the pack, the younger ones, back to the harbor to report to Taha Aki.
"Taha Wi and his two brothers did not return.
"The younger brothers searched for their elders, but found only silence. Taha Aki mourned for his sons. He wished to avenge his sons' death, but he was old. He went to the Makah chief in his mourning clothes and told them everything that happened. The Makah chief believed his grief, and tensions ended between the tribes.
"A year later, two Makah maidens disappeared from their homes on the same night. The Makahs called on the Quileute wolves at once. Who found the same sweet stink all through the village. The wolves went on the hunt again.
"Only one came back. He was Yaha Uta, the oldest son of Taha Aki's third wife, and the youngest in the pack. He brought something with him that had never been seen in all the days of the Quileutes—a strange, cold, stony corpse that he carried in pieces. All who were of Taha Aki's blood, even those who had never been wolves, could smell the piercing smell of the dead creature. This was the enemy of the Makahs.
"Yaha Uta described what had happened: he and his brothers had found the creature, who looked like a man but was hard as a granite rock, with the two Makah daughters. One girl was already dead, white and bloodless on the ground. The other was in the creature's arms, his mouth at her throat. She may have been alive when they came upon the hideous scene, but the creature quickly snapped her neck and tossed her lifeless body to the ground when they approached. His white lips were covered in her blood, and his eyes glowed red.
"Yaha Uta described the fierce strength and speed of the creature. One of his brothers quickly became a victim when he underestimated that strength. The creature ripped him apart like a doll. Yaha Uta and his other brother were more wary. They worked together, coming at the creature form the sides, outmaneuvering it. They had to reach the very limits of their wolf strength and speed, something that had never been tested before. The creature was hard as stone and cold as ice. They began to rip small pieces of the creature apart while it fought them.
"But the creature learned quickly, and soon was matching their maneuvers. It got its hands on Yaha Uta's brother. Yaha Uta found an opening on the creature's throat and lunged. His teeth tore the head off the creature, but the hands continued to mangle his brother.
"Yaha Uta ripped the creature into unrecognizable chunks, tearing pieces apart in a desperate attempt to save his brother. He was too late, but, in the end, the creature was destroyed.
"Or so they thought. Yaha Uta laid the reeking remains out to be examined by the elders. One severed hand lay beside a piece of the creature's granite arm. The two pieces touched when the elders poked them with sticks, and the hand reached out towards the arm piece, trying to reassemble itself.
"Horrified, the elders set fire to the remains. A great cloud of choking, vile smoke polluted the air. When there was nothing by ashes, they separated the ashes into many small bags and spread them far and wide—some in the ocean, some in the cliff caverns. Taha Aki wore one bag around his neck, so he would be warned if the creature ever tried to put itself together again.
"They called it the Cold One, the Blood Drinker, and lived in fear that it was not alone. They only had one wolf protector left, young Yaha Uta.
"They did not have long to wait. The creature had a mate, another blood drinker, who came to the Quileutes seeking revenge.
"The stories say that the Cold Woman was the most beautiful thing human eyes had ever seen. She looked like the goddess of the dawn when she entered the village that morning; the sun was shining for once, and it glittered off her white skin and lit the golden hair that flowed down to her knees. Her face was magical in its beauty, her eyes black in her white face. Some fell to their knees worshiping her.
"She asked something in a high, piercing voice, in a language no one had ever heard. The people were dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer her. There was none of Taha Aki's blood among the witnesses but one small boy. He clung to his mother and screamed that the smell was hurting his nose. One of the elders, on his way to council, heard the boy and realized what had come among them. He yelled for the people to run. She killed him first.
"There were twenty witnesses to the Cold Woman's approach. Two survived, only because she grew distracted by the blood, and paused to sedate her thirst. They ran to Taha Aki, who sat in counsel with the other elders, his sons, and his third wife.
"Yaha Uta transformed into his spirit wolf as soon as he heard the news. He went to destroy the blood drinker alone. Taha Aki, his third wife, his sons, and his elders followed behind him.
"At first they could not find the creature, only the evidence of her attack. Bodies lay broken, a few drained of blood, strewn across the road where she'd appeared. Then they heard the screams and hurried to the harbor.
"A handful of the Quileutes had run to the ships for refuge. She swam after them like a shark, and broke the bow of their boat with her incredible strength. When the ship sank, she caught those trying to swim away and broke them, too.
"She saw the great wolf on the shore, and she forgot the fleeing swimmers. She swam so fast she was a blur and came, dripping and glorious, to stand before Yaha Uta. She pointed at him with one white finger and asked another incomprehensible question. Yaha Uta waited.
"It was a close fight. She was not the warrior her mate had been. But Yaha Uta was alone — there was no one to distract her fury from him.
"When Yaha Uta lost, Taha Aki screamed in defiance. He limped forward and shifted into an ancient, white-muzzled wolf. The wolf was old, but this was Taha Aki the Spirit Man, and his rage made him strong. The fight began again.
"Taha Aki's third wife had just seen her son die before her. Now her husband fought, and she had no hope that he could win. She'd heard every word the witnesses to the slaughter had told the council. She'd heard the story of Yaha Uta's first victory, and knew that his brother's diversion had saved him.
"The third wife grabbed a knife from the belt of one of the sons who stood beside her. They were all young sons, not yet men, and she knew they would die when their father failed.
"The third wife ran toward the Cold Woman with the dagger raised high. The Cold Woman smiled, barely distracted from her fight with the old wolf. She had no fear of the weak human or the knife that would not even scratch her skin, and she was about to deliver the deathblow to Taha Aki.
"And then the third wife did something the Cold Woman did not expect. She fell to her knees at the blood drinker's feet and plunged the knife into her own heart.
"Blood spurted through the third wife's fingers and splashed against the Cold Woman. The blood drinker could not resist the lure of fresh blood leaving the third wife's body. Instinctively, she turned to the dying woman, for one second entirely consumed by thirst.
"Taha Aki's teeth closed around her neck.
"That was not the end of the fight, but Taha Aki was not alone now. Watching their mother die, two young sons felt such rage that they sprang forth as their spirit wolves, though they were not yet men. With their father, they finished the creature.
"Taha Aki never rejoined the tribe. He never changed back to man again. He lay for one day beside his wife, growling whenever anyone tried to touch her, and then he went into the forest and never returned.
"Trouble with the cold ones was rare from that time on. Taha Aki's sons guarded the tribe until their sons were old enough to take their places. There were never more than three wolves at a time. It was enough. Occasionally a blood drinker would come though these lands, but they were taken by surprise, not expecting the wolves. Sometimes a wolf would die, but never were they decimated again like that first time. They'd learned how to fight the cod ones, and they passed the knowledge on, wolf mind to wolf mind, spirit to spirit, father to son.
When Old Quil said the last word, I was in awe and in shock. The way they said the stories with all their soul was truly amazing. It was truly amazing that she would sacrifice herself for her people.
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