A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

She shook her head quickly. “No, that’s not at all what I’m saying. That doesn’t matter to me. I’m
just saying that I stick out like a sore thumb here and I wonder why you love me when you could have
someone as beautiful as Claire.”
He let out a relieved breath. “Ness, baby, I love you because you’re . . .” My imprint. My soulmate.
My life. “Special to me. The Quileute people believe that sometimes a man just knows when he
meets that one woman. You’re my one woman.”
She smiled. “Your people aren’t the only ones to believe that. Every fairy tale ever told involves
some form of love at first sight. Even I . . . I feel it. I love you, and I think I knew it when I saw you in
the book store. I just don’t know how we can be so sure about something so soon.”
He kissed her again. “I am. Do you think I would have invited you to a sacred gathering if I wasn’t
serious about how I feel about you?”
Her brow furrowed. “Sacred?”
“Not just anyone can come to one of these, Ness. Only the council and a few select people they
invite. That’s why there’re not a lot of people. It’s not your usual party; we’re here to hear the tribe’s
most spiritual legends.”
Her eyes widened. “Jacob . . .” She was beginning to realize what she’d gotten herself into. She had
thought it was going to be a normal storytelling like the ones she’d seen in movies. It was obvious
that it meant so much more than that to him. “I’m sorry, Jake; I didn’t understand how significant
this is.”
“Do you regret coming?”
She shook her head. “No. No, Jake, I could never regret this.” She got up on her knees beside him
and put her hands on his face. She smiled and pushed his hair out of his eyes before she gave him
a deep kiss. “I’m glad I came.”
“I am, too.”
“Can I ask you something, though?”
“Of course.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“Everyone here is either on the council or has been specifically invited by someone who is, right?”
He nodded. “Haven’t they all heard it before, then? I mean, I’m not trying to say they shouldn’t. I’m
just curious.”
He touched her cheek lightly as he answered. “Yes, everyone here has already heard the legends.
It’s kind of like how a Christian would go to church, though. Every devout Christian has already heard
the scriptures and the lectures, but they go every week regardless. We don’t tell these legends for
entertainment. It’s our past; our heritage. It’s our time to honor our ancestors and ensure that we
never forget where we came from.”
She nodded. “Why doesn’t the whole tribe come?”
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