A/N: this chapter goes out to Laila Cullen for her amazing ability to review

Heathers POV

"That woman was the last shaman of our tribe. Your sister Hellewise married a member of this tribe. Her descendents live on in the Clearwaters. You have traveled with us many times, in many of your lives. You were even the tribes Chief at one point if my history serves me correctly. The last time you stood here, on Quileute land you held the hand of Euphrium Black…."

NO!

Maya screamed in my head, I bit back my own scream of pain as a high pitched ring vibrated off the walls of my skull. My hands flew up to my hand as I crumpled to the floor in agony.

"What the fuck!" I growled loudly, everything seemed to stop and slow down. Seconds seemed like hours long as I writhed in pain. I first I thought the ground was shaking but I realized it was me. My body twisted and contorted as the ringing continued. Tears welled up in my eyes but out of spite I wouldn't let them fall.

I felt several pairs of scorching hands on me at once, stroking my back, trying to get my hands away from my face too look at my eyes. I growled and found my self wanting to rip their faces off in my hands. I felt my inner monster surface too quickly for my likening. Images of a strong white wolf flashed in my mind, I screamed as my body began to shift.

"NO." I screamed vehemently.

I wasn't going to do this. I need to ground myself, I needed to control Maya. Her passionate anger was setting something off, I wouldn't let the dominoes begin to fall. I was stopping this change off events if it killed me.

I tried to focus on Jasper and Carlisle my perfect father figures who loved me like their own daughter, nothing. The shaking was subsided momentarily but not enough for me to push Maya's anger back. I tired Esme, Alice and Rosalie nothing. I thought of all the times I sat playing video games and wrestling with Emmett, nothing, it didn't even slow it down to a tremor. I started to think of Ash but only seemed to add my nostalgic anger on top of Mayas red hot fiery rage. That's when it hit me there was one person I hadn't tired. Edward.

I focused on his face in my mind, his perfect face. His angular nose, cute cheekbones, that crooked smile and his beautiful bronze hair. His hair sat in that sexy disarray, so soft, so silky. His topaz eyes, his perfect fingers playing to piano. His beautiful heroin like scent, so sweet so perfect it had me hooked, I could recognize even the most tiniest fragments of his scent wherever it lingered. His smirk as he teased and flirted with me, the kiss. How my heart raced with the tiniest of glances from him, how my skin goose-bumped wherever he touched me and not from the cool of hid touch. They way every single thought someone lead me back to thinking about him, something he said or did. Alice's visions of us happy together, the ones I had been fighting for so long it was unreal, but I wanted him to love me for me not because Alice told him too. As my brain lay intoxicated by my memories of Edward, that's when I noticed it.

The tremors had stopped, the ringing subsided, all traces of pain gone. I could feel myself being carried somewhere, the bouncing rhythm of someone walking quickly, the wind streaking across my skin as they walked hastily away. I could hear several voice muttering apologizes and sharing theories of what had happened. I stirred my eyelid where heavy, I pried them open to find an anxious Sam Uley carrying me in his arms.

"What's..?"

"Shush." He silenced me. "I'm taking you back home."

"But you don't know where I live!" I countered.

"Back to mine where we can keep an eye on you. What you experienced just now is not normal." He said his voice stern and strong, the voice of the Alpha.

I looked up at him as I chuckled and blow air out of my nose, emphasizing my disagreement at his stupidity. I pushed gently against his chest, he gripped me tighter. I rolled my eyes and exerted most of my strength, a little too much, as Sam flew into a tree as I stumbled to the ground.

As I hit the ground I let out a whoosh of air, the group of people walking behind us came to a stop immediately. Jacob rushed to me and dusted me off as he helped me up.

"Heather are you okay?" His voice may of sounded concerned but I could feel his anger directed towards Sam.

"Yea, I'm good I just want to go home." i didn't request it, I stateted my next move.

I could hear them protesting in their minds and I groaned loudly, leaving wouldn't be easy.

"Come on I'll run you home." Jacob's voice was a beacon above a sea of protesting Quileutes.

I gripped his hand and smiled, as I mouthed a thank you.

We turned and headed off in the direction of the Cullen household. I tuned into his mind with ease and listened into his memories of what had happened.

Shit. She's the traveler no way, but that means she's, no way! Old Quil can't honestly be saying this. His eyes drifted over me as I stood looking ashamed towards the ground. She is really pretty, he thought loudly. It was a constant running thought.

I watched on as I dropped to the ground clutching my head murmuring, what the hell. Oh no, she cant honestly be..no she isn't... he rushed forward to me and stoked my back as I cried out in pain. I pushed Jacobs inner monologue to the side and concentrated on what I could see and hear.

The adults scolded old Quil for telling me too much for breaking some kind of agreement. Terms like imprint, cold one and twined souls, were thrown around. I wanted to yell at Jacob for paying attention to me instead of the adults. My shakes became worse and I screamed and kicked out. I watched my face twisted into an stubborn mask as I concentrated as ny body shook. Then clear as I bell I could hear my melodic voice murmuring.

"Edward."

I kept mumbling as the shakes slowed, a small smile drifted across my face. Sam uley scooped me up and began marching across the beach. Billy black reached out and gripped Jacobs arm. He turned to face the wrinkled old man. He commanded Jacob to wait up and listen to Old Quil. Jacob did as he was told and knelt down in front of the old man, who looked, if possible, even more fragile than before with worry. Jacob asked to old man to hurry up with his explanation.

The old man fidgeted with his worn woolen blanket in his disjointed fingers before looking up and meeting Jacobs steady gaze.

" Maya, Heather, your souls they are the same." The old mans voice was thick with sadness. Jacob was as confused as I was, Old Quil noticing this continued on.

"It is something not even Maya herself had ever seen, it's very rare and very powerful. When a soul is created it is completely and utterly unique, they are never two the same, never in the history of time has there been any mention of two souls being the same. Yes you get souls that are similar but there is always a difference. In even identical twins there a small things that make them different. No two have ever been the same, that was of course until you two." Old Quil paused before continuing on. The information was overwhelming as it rushed back to me.

"When Maya came here she meet your ancestor Euphurium Black, she recognized him for what he was, the starting of an old soul. But that wasn't all she noticed. As time moved, on and she once more settled in with out tribe, they grew closer and closer with each new day. They soon reached a point where they spent most of their time together. That's when she recognized him for his true self, Maya had heard stories years ago from her mother of the highest rarity in the supernatural world. The Twinned soul."

"The idea was that the soul when it was created it spilt, one went into one life and the other into a different one. Right down to the tiniest imperfections they would be the same, the same person essentially. Maya told Euphurium of her theories and he agreed to let her use the darkest of old magic to look at his soul. When they did, Maya's theories confirmed."

"They continued to grow closer but the fact their souls were the same meant they shared a bond greater than that of true love itself, it was stronger than the imprinting compulsion. They didn't indulge in a relationship it isn't the way of a Twinned Soul. They can't combine and make one the way true mates do, but they grow together like brothers and sisters. Maya soon realized she was being hunted once more and made plans to flee, but before doing so she marked their souls."

"This meant that when one soul regenerated so did the other. Jacob my son, when you were born Euphurium's soul was reborn in you, and so in turn Maya was regenerated as Heather…'

I pulled back with a small gasp, memories that were once blocked by Maya rushed forward letting me in. I could see an older, by a few years, wiser version of myself running around with Jacob. We hunted for meat, I helped weave his imprints wedding dress, marveled as she fell pregnant with his child. As we ran and leaped transforming, he into a russet wolf and me into a strong white one. I watched on in wonder as I hovered invisible in the trees as Jacob made an agreement with some vampires. The treaty. I was there. It all came flowing back to me, I watched my eyes go wide as I looked down onto Edward. My heart raced much like it does now, some old magic gathered around me securing me in this bubble of admiration. My mind whispered that I had imprinted. I beamed massively realizing what this meant, Edward and I were soul mates.

Jacob chucked my chin, I turned to face him.

"So I guess you remember now, about us?" he asked nervously.

"The whole twinned soul thing? Yea." I laughed and shook my head. Boys were so strange.

Jacob reeled off a ton of new questions about me and my being half vampire, also about me being sort of Quileute. He joked and asked about the Cullens. Soon we came up with questions of our own for Billy. If I used to be chief did that mean I had the powers of an Alpha? And if so could I control Sam with them? Soon we reached the line, I pulled my phone out my pocket and dialed Edwards number.

"Hello." He answered immediately.

"Hey." My voice was as light as air, between Edward and Jacob I felt complete.

"Aren't you suppose to be tearing up the town? Metaphorically of course" his laugh sent shivers down my spine.

" I guess so but I was kind of wondering if you could come get me from the La Plush line. Unless you have more pressing matters at hand…" I trailed off. Jacob laughed at me, and muttered something about being a tease. I smacked his arm as I waited for Edwards reply.

"I'm on my way." He snapped quickly and hung up the phone.

"That lover boy then?" Jacob wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively and I rolled my eyes.

"That was Edward, and just because we are 'twins' does not give you the right to bully me!" I interjected.

"I'll think you'll find you just became my official punch bag for the rest of your life! Congratulations!" he smirked cockily, dam he was good.

"Look kiddo I could beat your ass any day of the week!"

"Oh really? You're so full of yourself." He challenged me.

"Yes. You do realize when you insult my personality you insult your own?" I coked my eyebrow up knowing I had won.

Jacob stammered for a reply when the headlights of the Volvo sprang up on us. I leant over and hugged Jacob before darting to the car. He'd taken note of my mobile earlier, we shouted goodbyes as I turned to face the car and a very agitated Edward.

"What the hell is going on? Do you have any idea what would have happened if you crossed that line? What it would have meant for us?" Edwards's voice cut me, but I didn't care. I sauntered over to where he stood hands gripping the car door. I placed my hands over his, the flaring anger of thirty seconds ago faded as he looked down into my eyes. I smiled up at him, and pushed myself up onto my tiptoes and waited hovering by his lips.

"Shut up, Edward." I murmured huskily against his lips.