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Pack Boys

Everything started so innocently, a simple bonfire upon the beach, but then things got complicated. Lives were changed and hearts were shocked... (A La Push gang Fan fiction) Image Hosted by ImageShack.usChapter 25 is out!!!

We had a little too much fun with the packs valentine's day one shot, so we decided to make it into a whole story!

9. Firsts and Legends

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It was dark inside, and when he flicked on the lights…

The room illuminated to reveal a tall man sitting on a rocking chair opposite of the door we came in through. The man had dark, short hair and tan skin just like the other boys I had seen on the reservation. He had a resolute face, as if he were bitter and angry underneath the calmness.

His chair was rocking back and forth, and he was staring at Embry with a definite expression, as if he were a father of some sort. But he couldn't be, could he? He looked fairly young, 25 or maybe 26... And what was he doing in Embry's house, anyway?

"Embry…" The man spoke, switching his stare to me. His voice was surprisingly soft and calm, but also sounded wise and ready for some sort of attack.

His pitch black eyes gazed upon me, causing me to flinch a bit. I squeezed Embry's hand and partly moved to hide behind his arm. My movement made the man's eyes shift back to Embry, whose face I couldn't see.

"Outside, please," Embry whispered to the man, almost desperately. I wish I could see his face. Was he scared too? Why did he want to go outside? I think I already didn't like this man…why was Embry begging to him?

The man gave a slight movement of his head, which I suppose could be a nod. He rose, elegantly yet brutally. His poise left no question to his authority, and it seemed to scare me a bit more as he walked to the door. As he passed me by an inch, he paused for only a second in the open doorway, and seemed to take a deep breath, then left without a glance.

As soon as he was out of my sight, my knees seemed to buckle under me. Embry's arms circled around me silently as he picked me up and sat me down in the nearest sofa. He leaned next to me and looked into my eyes. I could see only determination in his.

"Embry, who was that?" I whispered, the silence crashing around me.

"Why are you scared?" He asked, dissuading my question.

"I don't know…why were you scared?"

"I wasn't scared, I was just unprepared…" he said, his arms tightening around me.


"Mashaal, I'm going to go outside for a little while, ok?" Embry interrupted me, standing up.

"No, don't go!" My hysteria was catching up to me again. Embry simply chuckled a bit and gently pulled away from my hands.

"I'll be fine, it's Sam. He's like…an older brother, you know?" Embry said, walking away.

"He doesn't seem like an older brother," I said, my voice almost harsh. What if that man hurt Embry? I'd die before I let that happen.

"I'll be back in a minute, ok? Just make yourself comfortable." And with that, he left, swinging the brown door to a close.

I sat there, staring at the door, wishing with all my will that he would just turn and come back. Who was this Sam? Embry hadn't ever mentioned him before…

After many silent moments had gone by, I knew Embry wouldn't just turn around and come back to me without talking to that man. My stomach seized and I felt sick. He had better come back in perfect condition, or else…

Or else what? Embry was a big boy, right? He could take care of himself…but my heart wouldn't listen, it was still thudding painfully in my chest. I got up slowly, picking up one of the black curtains and looking outside. It was dark, and the one streetlight did not show anything unusual. Where had they gone? To the forest, maybe? I'd give them two more minutes before I went out there myself.

He had come back in less than two minutes, thank God. I almost had a heart attack when I saw him come up the sidewalk. I ran to the door and swung it open, examining his face and body to make sure he was fine. He was still perfect, in fact, he was grinning.

“Mashaal, calm down, see, I’m fine,” he chuckled.

“Good, now come in here and tell me what that was all about!” I said, shutting the door behind him.

“Listen, I’ll tell you about it all tomorrow, we’re having a big bonfire and the tribe is going to be there, so we’ll talk about it then.”

He hugged me and could sense that I still wasn’t relaxed. He started to rub small circles into my back, and I calmed down, leaning onto his chest. He even kissed my hair, making me sigh happily into his embrace.

“I better go change my clothes,” I said, itching to get out of my jeans. He nodded and picked up my forgotten duffel bag. He held my hand as we walked down the hall that I hadn’t seen before.

He showed me the rooms, which consisted of a large TV/gaming room that was very well used, a big bathroom, and at last, his bedroom.

I gaped as I entered his room, knowing it could only be Embry’s. The walls were painted a navy blue, with large posters hanging all over them. Some of the posters were of sports, some of movies, bands, and cars. There was a humongous red and black bed, lined with plump pillows. There were a few clothes scattered onto the ground and on a chair that sat behind an oak desk.

“Sorry it’s a mess.” Embry ran in and picked up the clothes, throwing them into the closet.

“You’re room is much cleaner than any other boy’s that I’ve seen,” I laughed, dropping my bag onto the bed.

“And how many boy’s rooms have you seen?” He smirked and rose an eyebrow.

“Well, you know, just my brother’s,” I felt the heat rise to my cheeks again.

“Just kidding babe,” he said, hugging me again.

After I changed clothes in his bathroom, I walked out and heard shuffling in the game room. I walked over and peeked inside, seeing Embry set up blankets and pillows all over the ground.

“Come in, Mashaal,” he said, looking up. I sighed and walked in, plopping down onto the pillows.

“How did you know I was there? Do you have super hearing?” I asked, smiling as he sat down next to me.

“No, my super power is more in the smelling expertise,” he laughed, pretending to sniff me around everywhere. “And you smell gooood!”

“Ew, quit acting like such a dog!” I shrieked. That earned me a playful glare and a small growl, and the worst thing possible: tickles.

I screamed and begged for mercy as he easily found my most ticklish spot. My stomach began to hurt with all the laughter I was doing.

“What’s wrong with dogs?” He asked me as we calmed down. I wrinkled my nose and grimaced.

“I don’t like dogs,” I told him.

“Why not?” He asked, looking down as if he were hurt.

“Um, bad memories. Why, you don’t have a dog, do you?” I asked, afraid that I had maybe offended him.

“No, but what kind of bad memories?”

“Well, when I was a kid, I got bitten by one,” I sighed. I reached down and pulled up my pajama bottom leg and curled it around my knee. He gasped slightly and ran a finger onto the fading scar.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, but you know all dogs aren’t like that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Ok, hey, do you want to watch a movie?” He asked. I nodded and he opened up a cabinet under the TV. He had a huge DVD collection, containing 90% action and horror packed movies. The other 10% were comedies and stuff.

“What do you wanna see?” I asked.

“Whatever you want, it’s your choice.” I smiled. I loved guys who let me choose what movie we were going to see.

We ended up watching one of both of our favorites: Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Actually, he liked number three better, but he was still happy to be watching it with me. We both talked during the movie, laughing and making jokes.

“Ok, this is going to sound weird, but…have you ever been kissed?” He asked, looking down at our intertwined hands. Thanks to my hormones, I blushed again and looked down.

“Erm, well, I kinda…no,” I stuttered.

“Me neither,” he smiled, leaning in and kissing my nose. A slight shiver ran through me and I breathed in his irresistible scent.

His eyes flickered down to my lips and he hesitated for a simple moment. Then his lips were on mine.

The entire world seemed to crash and I slipped into a daze. His taste was like nothing else, I swear…like coffee and chocolate, and his lips were hot just like the rest of him. His hands sweetly curled into my hair and held my face softly. Wow. It was like something out of a movie, as I held onto his strong shoulders. Even the background music of the ending credits of the movie made it so perfect.

“I love you,” he declared as we let go, gasping for the much needed air.

“I love you too,” I said more truthful than ever. I hadn’t even noticed it before, but just as he looked me in the eyes, I realized how true it was.


When I woke up the next morning, I nearly had a stroke. I was always really hysterical in the mornings, so I freaked out when I didn’t remember where I was or whose arm was around my waist. I calmed down when I heard Embry’s soft snore behind me and I turned to see his gorgeous face.

Grinning, I kissed his eyelids, nose, and cheeks. I refrained from kissing his lips for when he was awake. Squiggling out from under his hot arm, I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came out, I walked over to the kitchen and started to fix up breakfast.

“Love you,” A soft voice came from behind me. Before I could turn around, he put his arms around me and kissed the spot behind my ear.

“Love you too,” I smiled, leaning my head back.

Without wasting any more time on cheerful good mornings, he turned me around and kissed me full on the lips. God, how could I have lived, like, 17 years of my life without him?

“So what’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Eggs, toast, bacon, coffee, and fresh squeezed orange juice!” I said proudly. He grinned and kissed me again.

After we ate breakfast, he washed the dishes while I cleaned up the game room from last night. He came in the room and tackled me to the floor, laughing and playing with my hair.

“Wow, that was much more fun than back in school PE, when we used to play football, and I seemed more like the ball than the player.” I told him. He laughed even harder and pinned me down.

That’s how we spent our afternoon. It was the best day ever, with all the cupcakes and snacks that we ate and the awesome movies that we saw together. Soon, it was turning dark and Embry told me to get ready because the bonfire would start soon. I went to his room and opened up my duffel bag, sighing. I loved staying in my pajamas all day while he wore his boxers and a t-shirt…

“What’s wrong?” He asked, seeing me stare at my clothes with a dejected expression.

“Nothing…running away from home does have its negatives,” I said looking up. “I’m going to run out of clothes soon. I only brought enough for a couple days.”

“No prob, we’ll get you clothes…that is, if you want to stay here?” He asked, his face falling.

“Of course I want to stay, if you’re house is still open for me,” I smirked, poking his rib. He smiled and nodded.

“My house is always open for you.”

After a quick shower, I changed into a pair of ripped up jeans and a Fall Out Boy t-shirt. I opened the bathroom door while I brushed through the tangles of my long jet-black hair. Embry came in and I grinned.

“Oooh, I love white on you,” I told him, running my hand down his white shirt.

“I love anything on you…” he grinned back, kissing me.

When we finally got out of the house and into the car, we drove over to the beach and saw that people were already there. We walked hand and hand down the trail and up the fire.

“Mashaal!” I turned to see who was calling my name and saw Abby letting go of Paul’s hand and running up the beach to me. I smiled and received her enthusiastic hug. “Finally, you’re here, what took you so long? Were you and Embry having fun?”

“Abby! How are you doing?” I asked, dissuading her implications. Even though we had talked on the phone this morning, I was still wary of her health. All the trauma she’s been through her pregnancy couldn’t be too well for the baby…

“I’m great, you?” She asked excitedly.

“Awesome. And no, before you ask, nothing happened. We just slept, not slept together, ok?” I told her. She pouted at me and took my arm as we walked down the beach, leaving Embry and Paul to their own defenses.

“Why? It’s so much fun, Mashaal, you’re missing out,” she laughed teasingly.

“Yeah, I know, but I feel like we need to know more about each other before we…take more steps in that direction. I mean, we just had our first kiss, I don’t want to ruin it already.”

“Ok, ok, fair enough. So tell me about this Sam guy, do you see him around here?” She asked. I looked around the bonfire at the people I hadn’t even noticed before. I recognized Jake, who was talking to some girl who was wearing very skimpy clothing…well, they were more arguing than talking…

Then, there were other boys around and a few girls, and a man in a wheelchair which I assumed would be Billy, Jake’s father. Then, I saw him. Sam looked much more tired than he had last night, and he was actually smiling as he talked to a girl with long black hair whose face I couldn’t see. I was guessing that this was the Emily that Embry had told me of.

I pointed him out to Abby, being very discreet as I did so. Her eyes narrowed a bit and she shrugged.

“Well, he doesn’t look all that bad, maybe he was just having an off night last night?” She suggested.

“I dunno, maybe. But it’s the way Embry acted around him…as if he were a leader or something,” I said.

“You know what’s weird? I think you’re right…when we first got here, Paul said hi to him first, then everyone else. What do you think is going on around here? Some sort of weird cult thing?”

“Abby!” I laughed. “Why do you always go into the fantasy, magic thing? Maybe he’s just an important person in their tribe or whatever. You know they really take that Quileute tribal thing seriously…”

“Yeah, I guess. Oh, we better get back before they come out here,” she muttered. “Do you know what they wanted to talk to us about anyway?”

“I don’t know, Embry just said they were going to do some traditional things or something.”

As we took our benches next to the boys, I noticed Sam look up and smile at me. Where had all the hostility from last night gone? It was as if nothing had even happened! Then, the woman next to him turned and faced the fire, and I saw her face.

She had three scars running down the right side of her face, turning her beauty into a grimacing mask. I sighed and looked down. Embry had warned me about this Emily, but I hadn’t realized how bad it really was.

Someone cleared their throat, causing me to look up again. Billy Black was sitting at the head of our circle, directly opposite of me and Abby. I could barely make out his face through the blaze and he seemed to be patient and wise.

“Friends, we are gathered here for another telling of our Quileute legends. We have friends from further places, and new ones who have not heard our stories yet.” The old man said in a deep thundering voice. It was like the announcer in those film noir movies we used to watch in history class.

“The legends I wish to relate today occurred some…”

He went on to tell us a legend of how things such as men originating from wolves came to be and how they were immortal enemies of the cold ones, or vampires. I was absolutely mesmerized by the sound of Billy’s deep voice, and the stories that were so enchanting.

The fire danced as he told us the tribal wisdoms, and it was like living in their world---as if werewolves and vampires were real, and the myths of imprinting and soul-searching were also real. I didn’t even notice when the stories finally ended and I was watching the fire while cuddling into Embry’s side.

“Mashaal, you awake?” Embry’s voice came into my ear softly.

“Yeah, those stories were so interesting, I couldn’t fall asleep through them!” I smiled and looked up. For once, he didn’t smile back. He looked serious and anxious at the same time, his brown eyes shining along with the fire.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said solemnly, taking my hand and standing up. I stood up also, worried. Was he going to---no, I wouldn’t even think about that possibility.

“You know,” I started, attempting to break the tension. “I don’t think I’ve ever walked barefoot as much as I have since I got here.”

“Yeah,” he said noncommittally. I shivered in the wind of the beach, but I wasn’t cold…I was scared.

We came to an abrupt stop and he sat down on a broken driftwood tree, patting the spot next to him. I sat down and squeezed his hand, trying to get him to look at me.

“Listen, this is hard for me to say,” he started. My eyes widened and I bit my lip. “I’m…not even supposed to tell you, but Sam said it was cool, since, you know, I…yeah.”

“Sam said what was cool? Why do you have to have permission from him to tell me something?“ I asked raggedly. There was that leader thing again.

“Well, you know the legends that Billy just told us about?” He asked quietly, his voice coming out fast and in whispers. I nodded my head slowly. “They’re kinda…real.”

“What do you mean, real?” I used one hand to make quotations around the word.

“You know, they really happened. And, they’re still happening, even right now.”

“Embry, what are you talking about?” I said exasperatedly. He sighed and sat down in front of me, putting our hands in my lap and looking up into my eyes. As he kneeled in front of me, I thought of the variant impossibilities of what he was saying.

“Please, believe me,” he sighed, and ever so gently, he let the news fall. “I’m a real werewolf, and I imprinted on you, just like in the legends.”