TheCouncilreassembledandforsixtydaysandnightstheAlphastriedtothinkofwaystodestroytheColdOnes,butnoneoftheAlphascouldfigureouthowtosuccessfullykilltheColdOnes.TheytriedmanytacticsoverandoveragainuntiltheydecidedtosendtheGreatAlphaMaleandFemaleouttosearchforBayaqandaskhimhowtodestroytheColdOnes.

Asha walked down the long path with Jacob listening to him as he told her the stories of their people. He reminded her of the legends that the Packs outside of the tribal land forgot, and he reminded her of the reason why their people could phase. He mentioned how it was a duty and a job they had to fulfill to protect their people from the Cold Ones that Bayaq created many years ago.

Jacob watched the Alpha Female intently as he told the stories. He wanted her to understand the meaning and the power behind them. He didn't want her to just discard the stories like how most of the tribe did, but he wanted her to cherish them. After all, those were their only link to their ancestors.

"I wonder why those stories got lost." Ahsa murmured as she fingered a pattern on her shirt. "I doubt that my grandmother would even be able to recall that many stories and she's nearing 1,000 years old."

"You remember how the Alphas all left the Council?" Asha nodded her head. "We think that when they left they stopped telling the legends because it reminded them too much of the Great Alpha Male and Female, so they only told certain legends."

The two wolves glanced at each other and Jacob cleared his throat awkwardly. "Of course, that's only my assumption." He added. "Why don't you tell me about your history?"

Asha smiled warmly at the La Push Alpha before taking his hand. "I grew up on a vineyard in Italy. It was the pack I have now, two more men, a human, and my parents as well as my grandparents. We were like our own little village. Eventually, a friend of my father's contacted us and told us of how the Alpha of the Northern Mexico Pack killed a wolf form the New Mexico Pack. The two packs were in war with each other when the Northern Mexico Pack started losing.

"The Alpha of the Northern Mexico Pack was a very tough man. Many wolves feared him and many wolves wouldn't dare speak out at him during Pack Meetings. It wasn't too much of a surprise when he ran to the Volturi and convinced them to assist him in his fight against the New Mexico Pack. In our eyes if you call in the help of a Cold One during a fight, you are breaking a forbidden law.

"The Northern Mexico Pack was banished from the Pack Meetings, and it was against the law to associate with them. Of course, that didn't stop the Packs that were curious about Cold Ones to stop trying. Eventually, a pack up in Alaska successfully had contact with him, and they became allies.

"Northern Mexico has a grudge against the other packs, and any of the smaller packs who feel like they're being cheated out by the system as well as any of Northern Mexico's allies wouldn't waste a second to join sides with him." Asha fiddled nervously with her hands.

"Northern Mexico plans on killing off every pack and then forming a new pack where he's the alpha. He wants to try and push you out of this land and trick you into joining forces with him. Or at least, that's what we all assumed, but Northern Mexico took a plane flight to Brazil to meet up with some Packs over in Rio de Janeiro and was never heard from again. Nobody knows if he's still there or if he's on the run, but a lot of fighting is still going on because of him."

"He's a coward." Jacob spat angrily. "He's the kind of man that would get a bunch of people riled up over something he did and then run away with his tail between his legs the minute something happens."

Asha raised an eyebrow as the alpha's hands began to shake. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know you're angry, but–"

"Angry? I'm fucking livid! That sonuvabitch thinks he can just push me off of my land!"

"Jacob, you have to remember that this isn't just your land. Q'wati made this the land for every pack to be able to go. He made La Push a place where two packs at war could meet and not have to worry about having trickery or deceit."

"Why didn't anyone tell us about the war?"

"Your pack is a baby pack. There are packs that have been around for centuries and the oldest member in your pack is only 30. They didn't want such a young pack to be driven into the war especially if they were living on tribal ground. We are the first pack that thought to inform you."

"But why now?"

"You're one of the strongest alphas I have ever met, and you're not even done maturing yet. By the time you fully mature, you could possibly the strongest Male Alpha in the world, Jake. There are rumors going around about you that you're going to be the next Great Alpha Male."

"I thought the Great Alpha Male was dead and was never going to return again." Jacob muttered suddenly feeing very fed up with all this Pack War business.

"Not dead, he's simply missing," Asha shrugged nonchalantly. "The point is you tip the scales. The minute you chose what side you're on… well its pretty much game over."

"I don't see the big deal about me. I'm just a kid."

"You and your pack killed an army of newborns before the oldest member was even at the age of twenty-five. If you did that as a baby pack, imagine what you can do now."

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Paul sniffed the air lazily mentally cringing as he caught a whiff of beer and smoke. His asshole of a father was home again. The wolf mentally prepared himself to walk into a war zone of fat drunk men playing poker while his mother slaved over them. It was the same exact story every night. Half the reservation knew what kind of phony ass hat Paul's father was, yet nobody did anything. They were all a bunch of no good–

"Paul, hurry up and shut the door before you let all that damn cold air inside. You fellas see my no good son. He thinks he's all tough because he went out and joined a lousy street gang."

Paul flinched at the sound of his father's voice, and he wasted no time in shutting the door. The wolf warily glanced over at his father who was currently staring down a blonde man that had a bigger stomach than a seven-month pregnant woman. Paul had never seen this mysterious man, but he was positive that as long as that man was associating himself with Paul's father then Paul would rather not get to know him.

"Hey, son," Mr. Meraz called out to his son loudly, "get me and Mr. Smith here a beer. And hurry it up."

Paul wished he could tell his father to fuck off and get his own damn beer, but he couldn't. He simply couldn't look that man in the eye without getting scared. Sure, the wolf mentally killed himself every time he cowered whenever his father would walk by, but could you blame him? He spent sixteen years of his life getting knocked around by that sonuvabitch. So Paul did what anyone else would do… he lowered his head and got that sonuvabitch his goddamn beer.

Mr. Meraz's greedy eyes followed his son as Paul made his way up to his room, and since Mr. Meraz was clearly deciding that today would be a good day to piss his son off he leaned over the sofa and called out:

"While your up there, bring your mother back down."

Paul froze on the steps; his hand resting on the wooden railing and his eyes wide. Paul usually kept a calm composure, but that bastard never asked Paul to go get his mother. The only times he did that were when he wanted to knock her around a bit or… No, no, no, no! He wouldn't dare do that with a guest in the house. Would he?

"Goddamn it do you hear me! I told you to go get your mother!"

What was Paul going to do? In all honesty, his father was in decent shape and stood at a solid 7 feet 4 inches. That was a half a foot taller than Paul. On top of that, his father worked out. If you didn't know any better, one would say that his father was a shape shifter in another lifetime. Hell, his father could still probably knock Paul unconscious.

He didn't want to….

He would swear up until the day he died that he didn't want to…

But it came down to his mother's pain vs. his pain…

Oh God, he didn't want to…

But now it was too late and he would have to lie in his bed as he listened to those sounds. He would have to just sit there and listen to those two creeps with his mother.

One day, Paul was going to kill that sonuvabitch he called a father. He swore to God he would…