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Embry Call has grown up fast--from the initiation into a werewolf pack that only weeks before he didn't believe in, to finding who his father is and the secrets kept from him for sixteen years. Blood is thicker than water--but just how thick is it?


2. Chapter Two

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Embry Call


It was really cold. I mean, really cold. I got my jacket on like Mom said to, but I had no idea where we were going. She told me to get into the car, but didn’t say anything else. I wonder where we’re going—typically Mom likes to have me walk most everywhere on the Rez, she says that once I get my license (only eight years away, she says, but that’s a whole lifetime for me, ‘cause I’m eight now and that’s twice my age and stuff.) I can drive wherever I damn well please; and then she told me never to say ‘damn’ ‘cause I’ll get in trouble. Sometimes when I’m angry I cuss though, Jake and Quil are always so impressed by it.

I got in the car and waited for her to come. She did and turned the car on and sped down the driveway real fast. She turned the radio on and we listened in silence for a while, we just drove and drove for hours, it felt like years.

Finally we made it to a small reservation that seemed like our own. Mom said this was the Makah Rez, I didn’t know what that meant.

“Embry. We’re Makah. You and me.” She smiled at me. “Come on, we’re meeting some people here.”

I got out of the car and it was evencolder here! Mom was right to tell me to bring a jacket. We walked into town and into the General Store. Mom walked up to the counter and said: “Hi, Ted.” The man behind the counter was kind of old and wrinkly, like he spent all his free time in the bathtub.

“Anna Call?” The man said. His eyes got real wide.

“Yes, I’m back.” She laughed. “This is Embry, my son.”

The man leaned over the counter to look at me. He stared for a while—obviously his mom didn’t teach him any manners. “Well,” the man exhaled. “Quite a handsome young fellow, isn’t he?”

My mother smiled. “Yes, he is.”

“Well, Embry,” the man said, “Want some licorice?”

Heck, yeah. Licorice was my all time favorite candy. The man reached into a glass jar and handed me some black licorice. Quil taught me that if you pack it in the corner of your mouth really tight, you can pretend you’re chewing tobacco. Quil and Jake and Jared and I always did that whenever we played baseball. It made me feel like a real adult.

“Embry,” my mom’s voice was disapproving. “What do you say?”

“Thanks.” I said through a mouthful of licorice. The man smiled.

“No problem. What brings you back, Anna?”

“I wanted Embry to meet some of his family,” she replied.

I looked up. She wanted me to meet my family! That was exciting. I’d never met my family. Maybe I’ll meet my dad. I had never met my father; he wasn’t in the picture, which I thought was an interesting thing to say considering how there wasn’t a picture anywhere, except for the ones on the walls in our house and on the fridge.

“Oh.” The man said curtly. “Well, Randolph and Elizabeth are still in the village.” The guy smiled but I don’t think he meant it. “But your sister and her husband have left.”

“Ah.” Mom smiled the same un-smile back at the guy. “I see. Thank you, Ted.”

“So long, Anna.” The man said.

Mom walked really fast out of the store. I followed her, practically having to run to keep up. “Mom? Are we going to meet my dad?”

She froze. “Uhm. Maybe.” Then she kept walking. We got to the car and drove down the street a little ways, then turned left (or maybe right, I suck at directions) on a little dirt road with a million potholes. We pulled up in front of a little blue house. “Here we are,” she said and got out.

I followed her up to the door. She knocked on it loudly, and after a minute or so an old woman answered the door. “Hi, Mom.” My mom said.

“Anna!” the woman yelped. “You’re…back?”

“Not for good. I think Embry deserves to meet his grandparents.”

The lady looked down at me, and said softly, “I’m a grandmother.”

“Hi,” I said, waving, and she looked all teary even though nothing was really sad.

“Come in,” she said. “Anna, your father…I don’t think he’ll want to really…”

“I know,” my mom said. I didn’t know what she meant.

The lady let us in. It was a small house, a little bigger than ours at home. I sat down on the couch in the tiny living room. The walls were green and covered with paintings of mountains and stuff—nothing cool, no cars blowing up or motorcycles or dirt-bikes. When I turn sixteen I’m going to get a dirt-bike. They’re my favorite thing ever.

“Tea, soda, Embry?” The lady asked. “You can call me Elizabeth…or Grandma.”

“Um. Soda, please. Elizabeth.” The lady looked sad again and I didn’t know why.

“Where’s my grandpa?” I asked.

“Uhm. Out, I think.” Elizabeth said from the kitchen. She came back with a Coke.

“Embry,” my mom said. “Your grandfather probably won’t see you—”

She was interrupted by some old guy coming out of the hallway. “Anna? What the hell are you doing here? In this house that I told you never to set foot in again? Are you stupid, are you that damn stupid to come crawling back here after you got pregnant by someone—”

“ENOUGH, RANDOLPH.” Elizabeth screamed. I closed my eyes.

“Who is that?” the man said, his voice still loud.

“That’s my son, Dad.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Embry,” my mom said. Her voice was all quiet.

“Oh.” The man didn’t say anything else.

“Mom?” I asked.

“Yes, sweetie?” she said.

“Are we gonna meet my dad?”

Before she could say something, I opened my eyes and that man was right there. “You wanna meet your dad? Go back to La Push where you came from, he’s there somewhere, because no man here would ever want to be with someone like her!” He motioned to Mom.

“My dad is in La Push?” I said.

“Embry, it’s time to leave. Thank Elizabeth for the soda.” My mom stood, my jacket in her hand .Her coat was already on.

We left quickly. She drove really fast, not avoiding the potholes so I bounced around in my seat. Suddenly, she went to the side of the road. “Embry?” she said.


“Don’t ever tell anyone your father is from La Push. Do you understand me?”


“I’ll tell you when you’re older. But for now…please. No one.”

“Not Jake and Quil?”

“No one. Never.”

I never told anyone what I learned that day.