“ARE YOU GONNA EAT THAT HOT DOG?” PAUL ASKED JAcob, his eyes locked on the last remnant of the hugemeal the werewolves had consumed.

　　Jacob leaned back against my knees and toyed with the hot dog he had spitted on a straightened wirehanger; the flames at the edge of the bonfire licked along its blistered skin. He heaved a sigh and patted hisstomach. It was somehow still flat, though I’d lost count of how many hot dogs he’d eaten after his tenth. Notto mention the super-sized bag of chips or the two-liter bottle of root beer.

　　“I guess,” Jake said slowly. “I’m so full I’m about to puke, but I think I can force it down. I won’t enjoy itat all, though.” He sighed again sadly.

　　Despite the fact that Paul had eaten at least as much as Jacob, he glowered and his hands balled up intofists.

　　“Sheesh.” Jacob laughed. “Kidding, Paul. Here.”

　　He flipped the homemade skewer across the circle. I expected it to land hot-dog-first in the sand, but Paulcaught it neatly on the right end without difficulty.

　　Hanging out with no one but extremely dexterous people all the time was going to give me a complex.

　　“Thanks, man,” Paul said, already over his brief fit of temper.

　　The fire crackled, settling lower toward the sand. Sparks blew up in a sudden puff of brilliant orangeagainst the black sky. Funny, I hadn’t noticed that the sun had set. For the first time, I wondered how late ithad gotten. I’d lost track of time completely.

　　It was easier being with my Quileute friends than I’d expected.

　　While Jacob and I had dropped off my bike at the garage — and he had admitted ruefully that the helmetwas a good idea that he should have thought of himself — I’d started to worry about showing up with him atthe bonfire, wondering if the werewolves would consider me a traitor now. Would they be angry with Jacobfor inviting me? Would I ruin the party?

　　But when Jacob had towed me out of the forest to the clifftop meeting place — where the fire alreadyroared brighter than the cloud-obscured sun — it had all been very casual and light.

　　“Hey, vampire girl!” Embry had greeted me loudly. Quil had jumped up to give me a high five and kiss meon the cheek. Emily had squeezed my hand when we’d sat on the cool stone ground beside her and Sam.

　　Other than a few teasing complaints — mostly by Paul — about keeping the bloodsucker stenchdownwind, I was treated like someone who belonged.

　　It wasn’t just kids in attendance, either. Billy was here, his wheelchair stationed at what seemed the naturalhead of the circle. Beside him on a folding lawn chair, looking quite brittle, was Quil’s ancient, white-hairedgrandfather, Old Quil. Sue Clearwater, widow of Charlie’s friend Harry, had a chair on his other side; her twochildren, Leah and Seth, were also there, sitting on the ground like the rest of us. This surprised me, but allthree were clearly in on the secret now. From the way Billy and Old Quil spoke to Sue, it sounded to me likeshe’d taken Harry’s place on the council. Did that make her children automatic members of La Push’s mostsecret society?

　　I wondered how horrible it was for Leah to sit across the circle from Sam and Emily. Her lovely facebetrayed no emotion, but she never looked away from the flames. Looking at the perfection of Leah’sfeatures, I couldn’t help but compare them to Emily’s ruined face. What did Leah think of Emily’s scars, nowthat she knew the truth behind them? Did it seem like justice in her eyes?

　　Little Seth Clearwater wasn’t so little anymore. With his huge, happy grin and his long, gangly build, hereminded me very much of a younger Jacob. The resemblance made me smile, and then sigh. Was Sethdoomed to have his life change as drastically as the rest of these boys? Was that future why he and his familywere allowed to be here?

　　The whole pack was there: Sam with his Emily, Paul, Embry, Quil, and Jared with Kim, the girl he’dimprinted upon.

　　My first impression of Kim was that she was a nice girl, a little shy, and a little plain. She had a wide face, mostly cheekbones, with eyes too small to balance them out. Her nose and mouth were both too broad fortraditional beauty. Her flat black hair was thin and wispy in the wind that never seemed to let up atop the cliff.

　　That was my first impression. But after a few hours of watching Jared watch Kim, I could no longer findanything plain about the girl.

　　The way he stared at her! It was like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Like a collector findingan undiscovered Da Vinci, like a mother looking into the face of her newborn child.

　　His wondering eyes made me see new things about her — how her skin looked like russet-colored silk inthe firelight, how the shape of her lips was a perfect double curve, how white her teeth were against them, howlong her eyelashes were, brushing her cheek when she looked down.

　　Kim’s skin sometimes darkened when she met Jared’s awed gaze, and her eyes would drop as if inembarrassment, but she had a hard time keeping her eyes away from his for any length of time.

　　Watching them, I felt like I better understood what Jacob had told me about imprinting before — it’shard to resist that level of commitment and adoration.

　　Kim was nodding off now against Jared’s chest, his arms around her. I imagined she would be very warmthere.

　　“It’s getting late,” I murmured to Jacob.

　　“Don’t start that yet,” Jacob whispered back — though certainly half the group here had hearing sensitiveenough to hear us anyway. “The best part is coming.”

　　“What’s the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole?”

　　Jacob chuckled his low, throaty laugh. “No. That’s the finale. We didn’t meet just to eat through a week’sworth of food. This is technically a council meeting. It’s Quil’s first time, and he hasn’t heard the stories yet.

　　Well, he’s heard them, but thiswill be the first time he knows they’re true. That tends to make a guy paycloser attention. Kim and Seth and Leah are all first-timers, too.”

　　“Stories?”

　　Jacob scooted back beside me, where I rested against a low ridge of rock. He put his arm over myshoulder and spoke even lower into my ear.

　　“The histories we always thought were legends,” he said. “The stories of how we came to be. The first isthe story of the spirit warriors.”

　　It was almost as if Jacob’s soft whisper was the introduction. The atmosphere changed abruptly aroundthe low-burning fire. Paul and Embry sat up straighter. Jared nudged Kim and then pulled her gently upright.

　　Emily produced a spiral-bound notebook and a pen, looking exactly like a student set for an importantlecture. Sam twisted just slightly beside her — so that he was facing the same direction as Old Quil, who wason his other side — and suddenly I realized that the elders of the council here were not three, but four innumber.

　　Leah Clearwater, her face still a beautiful and emotionless mask, closed her eyes — not like she was tired,but as if to help her concentration. Her brother leaned in toward the elders eagerly.

　　The fire crackled, sending another explosion of sparks glittering up against the night.

　　Billy cleared his throat, and, with no more introduction than his son’s whisper, began telling the story in hisrich, deep voice. The words poured out with precision, as if he knew them by heart, but also with feeling and asubtle rhythm. Like poetry performed by its author.

　　“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 alwaysthe magic of shape-shifting — that came later. First, we were spirit warriors.”

　　Never before had I recognized the ring of majesty that was in Billy Black’s voice, though I realized nowthat this authority had always been there.

　　Emily’s pen sprinted across the sheets of paper as she tried to keep up with him.

　　“In the beginning, the tribe settled in this harbor and became skilled ship builders and fishermen. But thetribe was small, and the harbor was rich in fish. There were others who coveted our land, and we were toosmall 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. Wedo not remember who was the first to discover this power, or how it had been used before this crisis.

　　Kaheleha was the first great Spirit Chief in our history. In this emergency, 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 thebodies 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 theycould blow fierce winds into their enemy’s camps; they could make a great screaming in the wind that terrifiedtheir foes. The stories also tell us that the animals could see the spirit warriors and understand them; theanimals 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 dogsagainst their masters and then brought a mighty infestation of bats up from the cliff caverns. They used thescreaming wind to aid the dogs in confusing the men. The dogs and bats won. The survivors scattered, callingour harbor a cursed place. The dogs ran wild when the spirit warriors released them. The Quileutes returnedto their bodies and their wives, victorious.

　　“The other nearby tribes, the Hohs and the Makahs, made treaties with the Quileutes. They wantednothing to do with our magic. We lived in peace with them. When an enemy came against us, the spiritwarriors would drive them off.

　　“Generations passed. Then came the last great Spirit Chief, Taha Aki. He was known for his wisdom, andfor being a man of peace. The people lived well and content in his care.

　　“But there was one man, Utlapa, who was not content.”

　　A low hiss ran around the fire. I was too slow to see where it came from. Billy ignored it and went on withthe legend.

　　“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 andbuild an empire.

　　“Now, when the warriors were their spirit selves, they knew each other’s thoughts. Taha Aki saw whatUtlapa dreamed, and was angry with Utlapa. Utlapa was commanded to leave the people, and never use hisspirit self again. Utlapa was a strong man, but the chief’s warriors outnumbered him. He had no choice but toleave. 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 vigilantin protecting his people. Often, he would go to asacred, secret place in the mountains. He would leave his body behind and sweep down through the forestsand 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 killthe chief, but this plan had its drawbacks. Surely the spirit warriors would seek to destroy him, and they couldfollow 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. Utlapawaited 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’smurderous plan. He raced back to his secret place, but even the winds weren’t fast enough to save him. Whenhe returned, his body was already gone. Utlapa’s body lay abandoned, but Utlapa had not left Taha Aki withan 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 hewere 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’d had a vision ofdanger, 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 Taha Aki would quickly claim his body. Sohis dreams of conquest with a spirit warrior army were impossible, and he sought to content himself with rulingover the tribe. He became a burden — seeking privileges that Taha Aki had never requested, refusing to workalongside 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 fiercewolf down from the mountains, but Utlapa hid behind his warriors. When the wolf killed a young man whowas 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 thanexhilarating to be freed from one’s body. This is why they only used their magic in times of need. The chief’ssolitary 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 hewas doomed — never to cross over to the final land where his ancestors waited, stuck in this torturousnothingness forever.

　　“The great wolf followed Taha Aki’s spirit as he twisted and writhed in agony through the woods. Thewolf was very large for its kind, and beautiful. Taha Aki was suddenly jealous of the dumb animal. At least ithad a body. At least it had a life. Even life as an animal would be better than this horrible emptyconsciousness.

　　“And then Taha Aki had the idea that changed us all. He asked the great wolf to make room for him, toshare. The wolf complied. Taka Aki entered the wolf’s body with relief and gratitude. It was not his humanbody, 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 forthe warriors to come. The warriors ran to meet the wolf with their spears. Utlapa, of course, stayed safelyhidden.

　　“Taha Aki did not attack his warriors. He retreated slowly from them, speaking with his eyes and trying toyelp the songs of his people. The warriors began to realize that the wolf was no ordinary animal, that there wasa spirit influencing it. One older warrior, a man name Yut, decided to disobey the false chief’s order and try tocommunicate with the wolf.

　　“As soon as Yut crossed to the spirit world, Taha Aki left the wolf — the animal waited tamely for hisreturn — 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 lyinglifeless on theground, surrounded by protective warriors, he realized what was happening. He drew his knife and racedforward 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 spiritjourneys, and it was the chief’s decision how 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 theothers before Utlapa silenced him forever.

　　“Taha Aki watched as Yut’s spirit slipped away to the final lands that were barred to Taha Aki for alleternity. He felt a great rage, more powerful than anything he’d felt before. He entered the big wolf 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 theiroppressor were too vast for the wolf’s body, too human. The wolf shuddered, and — before the eyes of theshocked 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 fleshinterpretation of Taha Aki’s spirit. The warriors recognized him at once, though, for they had flown with TahaAki’s spirit.

　　“Utlapa tried to run, but Taha Aki had the strength of the wolf in his new body. He caught the thief andcrushed the spirit from him before he could jump out of the stolen body.

　　“The people rejoiced when they understood what had 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 inplace was the end of the spirit travels. He knew that it was too dangerous now that the idea of stealing a lifewas there. The spirit warriors were no more.

　　“From that point on, Taha Aki was more than either wolf or man. They called him Taha Aki the GreatWolf, or Taha Aki the Spirit Man. He led the tribe for many, many years, for he did not age. When dangerthreatened, he would resume his wolf-self to fight or frighten the enemy. The people dwelt in peace. Taha Akifathered many sons, and some of these found that, after they had reached the age of manhood, they, too, could transform into wolves. The wolves were all different, because they were spirit wolves and reflected theman they were inside.”

　　“So that’s why Sam is all black,” Quil muttered under his breath, grinning. “Black heart, black fur.”

　　I was so involved in the story, it was a shock to come back to the present, to the circle around the dyingfire. With another shock, I realized that the circle was made up of Taha Aki’s great — to however manydegrees — grandsons.

　　The fire threw a volley of sparks into the sky, and they shivered and danced, making shapes that werealmost decipherable.

　　“And your chocolate fur reflects what?” Sam whispered back to Quil. “How sweet you are?”

　　Billy ignored their jibes. “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 firsttwo, and found in her his true spirit wife. Though he had loved the others, this was something else. He decidedto give up his spirit wolf so that he would die when she did.

　　“That is how the magic came to us, but it is not the end of the story. . . .”

　　He looked at Old Quil Ateara, who shifted in his chair, straightening his frail shoulders. Billy took a drinkfrom a bottle of water and wiped his forehead. Emily’s pen never hesitated as she scribbled furiously on thepaper.

　　“That was the story of the spirit warriors,” Old Quil began in a thin tenor voice. “This is the story of thethird 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 neighboringwolves, who they feared and mistrusted. The wolf-men could still read each other’s thoughts while in their wolfforms, just like their ancestors had while in their spirit forms. They knew that none of their number was toblame. Taha Aki tried to pacify the Makah chief, but there was too much fear. Taha Aki did not want to havea 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 the five other wolves in his pack on a search through the mountains, looking for anyevidence of the missing Makahs. They came across something they had never encountered before — astrange, sweet scent in the forest that burned their noses to the point of pain.”

　　I shrank a little closer to Jacob’s side. I saw the co............