A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

He pursed his lips for a moment. “The tribe knows the stories, but I guess I could compare it to a
meeting for priests or elders or whatever. There are times when just the few of us come to
strengthen our ties.”
“That makes sense.”
“Yeah. Come be a part of the crowd, Ness. Everyone will love you when they get to know you.”
He helped her up, and they went to fill their plates and sit by the fire. Renesmee listened and
observed as several conversations went on around her. She noticed Embry sitting across from her
and smiled at him. He looked away.
Jacob hadn’t been joking when he said they ate a lot. Not everyone did, but he and his friends
seemed to eat enough for four or five people each.
“How are you not bursting?” Renesmee asked as Jacob started on his fifth hot dog.
He shrugged. “I was hungry,” he said around a mouthful of food. He swallowed and leaned in to kiss
her. “I’m a guy, Ness. Typically we could devour a whole cow. Besides, you have special occasions
where you gorge yourself. Don’t tell me you don’t; I do know what Thanksgiving is.”
She furrowed her brow. “Do you not celebrate Thanksgiving?”
“Some of the tribe does, I guess. I don’t, but it’s a personal thing. Why should I be happy about
White Man taking over my ancestors’ land?” And his people not being able to do anything about it
without fear of exposure.
She had never considered what it would be like for a Native American. “I, um . . .” She looked down.
“I guess that makes sense.”
He nudged her shoulder. “My point is that eating twice what we normally would is half the idea of
one of these things.”
She smiled up at him. “I guess I should get some more then.”
“Absolutely.” He kissed her and let her get up.
After they’d eaten, the mood surrounding the group seemed to change. Everyone grew quiet, and all
attention was brought to Billy sitting next to Jacob. He sat up straighter in his wheelchair and
glanced at his son before he brought his hands together on his lap. Renesmee leaned into Jacob’s
side and waited.
“The Quileutes have always been a brave and courageous people. The first Quileutes were eight in
number, transformed from the Great Q’wati from a pack of wolves. The Spirit taught the small tribe
everything it needed to know to thrive and gave the three most powerful men two important gifts.
The first was the ability to walk among the spirits as Spirit Warriors. The second was to transform
themselves back into their original wolf forms. They defended their land with courage and pride.
“These three Shifters learned that when they continued to change forms, they did not age. Even
when they fell in love and had children, they never grew old. They found that they could control this,
however, and began aging again to be with their wives as they grew old.”
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