A/N: Finally another chapter. I know there aren't a lot of people reading this but I want to finish it and I do like it.

I wrote this chapter while listening to Mariee Sioux.

It was a cold grey day when Jake took me to meet the Shaman. I had already met the council members and Elders but the Shaman was seemingly locked away like a prized possession. It was my own insatiable curiosity, my desire to have answers to everything that prompted the visit. Had it not been for my frequent visits, my friendship with Jake and my Father's friendship with Billy, I'm not sure I would have been allowed to meet her but I had been accepted as kin here. It wasn't the same as it had been with them but it was better than the utter emptiness their absence had created.

The Shaman lived high on the cliffs, sequestered away from the rest of the tribe in an effort to keep her hidden from the tourists that poured in each year. Her home was little more than a tin shack with smoke coming out the roof. I don't know why but I was suddenly overcome with a sense of unease, of trepidation and I halted my steps staring at the door.

"It's okay Bella." Jake said, taking my hand. I looked at him questioningly but my attention was swiftly drawn back to the door as it opened and a young man, slightly younger than Jake, stood there ushering us in.

The room we entered was small and had a concrete floor. There were no windows but there was a wood stove in one corner that cast a warm light in the room making it seem as though it were night instead of the early afternoon it actually was. The room smelled of sage and the old woman sat in a corner working what appeared to be some kind of loom made from wood. She was stringing beads onto it and smiled kindly at us.

"Come child." She motioned to me, speaking in a gravely voice worn from many years. Her face was like leather and her long white hair was kept in a braid. I sat in front of her and Jake took a seat beside me. He had told me before that she did not speak English very well so he would likely have to translate much of the conversation. The simple fact of hearing her speak was going to be a memory to last a lifetime because theirs is a dying language. Their dialect is unique to their tribe and when they die out it will die with them.

I could barely discern her words as she spoke to Jacob. They came out in long strips that barely seemed to be words at all but after a time Jacob turned to me. "She wants to know why you hesitated outside. What it was that you felt that stopped you."

I tried to explain as best I could that it simply felt like I had hit some kind of wall or like I was crossing some sort of line that I wasn't supposed to. After another exchange in which the old woman seemed to nod approvingly Jake turned to me once more, looking slightly amused. Though he had respect for his culture he was skeptical of the legends and folklore.

"She says you are sensitive and that it's a good thing. The "wall" you felt was the protective circle around her home." The Shaman tapped Jacob on the shoulder and spoke again while nodding in my direction.

"She says she knows why you're here."

Their next exchange was almost heated. For the first time Jacob actually spoke back and it seemed as though he was trying to argue with her without offending her. She nodded to the boy who had been standing off to the side and without a word he disappeared into another room.

Jacob sighed in defeat. "She says she can help you. But Bella, these are just stories, just things to tell around a fire…" but before he could finish the Shaman was whacking him lightly with one of her sticks and chiding him. "Ow! Okay!" He huffed and turned back to me.

"It's called the 'lost soul cure'. She says she can see that half your soul is gone and carried in the heart of a man. If it is meant to be then this will return him to you." The boy stepped back into the room carrying a stiff leather pouch. Inside were Blackthorn branches wrapped in newspaper, parchment paper, and a small bag of coarse salt. The Shaman gave Jacob the specifics of what I was to do and then she turned to me and brushed her fingers along my temple. "You will always have home amongst the wolves." And she looked at me sweetly and sadly.

I was dazed on my way back to Forks. "Bella you aren't seriously going to go through with this are you?" he asked incredulously. I sighed and looked out the window at the trees racing by. Why not? At this point what did I have to lose? Worst case scenario nothing would happen and I'd feel like an idiot. Best case…well I couldn't quite bring myself to hope for the best case but at least I could say I tried.

"Yeah, Jake, I am."

"Well be careful, k'? I'm not too thrilled with everything she suggested."

"I'll be fine Jake. I'm pretty sure at this point that I actually have nine lives."

"Yeah, well you know what they say…curiosity killed the cat."

"You're forgetting the second part of that Jacob Black."

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Satisfaction brought it back." And with that I let fate take me where it will.

That night I wrote everything she had told me down in a notebook so I wouldn't forget. I laid the items in the pouch out on the bed and ran my fingers over the bag of salt in wonder. Could this really work? Did I want it to? She said I had to believe, that I had to really want it and even then I couldn't force anything to happen. He had to want it too. But what if he didn't? What if he had truly meant every word he had said that day? Would I only be driving the knife deeper into me?

And yet I had to believe in fate. Every step brings us to the next. Mom meeting Phil, me moving here, me surviving the jump and because of that Charlie asking Jacob to check in on me which in turn led me to here and now, sitting on my bed staring at the gifts given to me by a woman I may never have met otherwise. That has to mean something, right?

Tomorrow I would know. Tomorrow I would return to the place it all ended and call my love back to me.