municate with the wolf。
“As soon as Yut crossed to the spirit world； Taha Aki left the wolf — the animal waited tamely for his
return — to speak to him。 Yut gathered the truth in an instant； and weled his true chief home。
“At this time； Utlapa came to see if the wolf had been defeated。 When he saw Yut lyinglifeless on the
ground； surrounded by protective warriors； he realized what was happening。 He drew his knife and raced
forward 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 spirit
journeys； 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 the
others 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 all
eternity。 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 their
oppressor were too vast for the wolf’s body； too human。 The wolf shuddered； and — before the eyes of the
shocked 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 flesh
interpretation of Taha Aki’s spirit。 The warriors recognized him at once； though； for they had flown with Taha
Aki’s spirit。
“Utlapa tried to run； but Taha Aki had the strength of the wolf in his new body。 He caught the thief and
crushed 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 in
place was the end of the spirit travels。 He knew that it was too dangerous now that the idea of stealing a life
was 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 Great
Wolf； or Taha Aki the Spirit Man。 He led the tribe for many； many years； for he did not age。 When danger
threatened； he would resume his wolfself to fight or frighten the enemy。 The people dwelt in peace。 Taha Aki
fathered 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 the
man 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 e back to the present； to the circle around the dying
fire。 With another shock； I realized that the circle was made up of Taha Aki’s great — to however many
degrees — grandsons。
The fire threw a volley of sparks into the sky； and they shivered and danced； making shapes that were
almost 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 wolfmen。 These began to age again；
and the tribe discovered that the wolfmen 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 first
two； and found in her his true spirit wife。 Though he had loved the others； this was something else。 He decided
to 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 drink
from a bottle of water and wiped his forehead。 Emily’s pen never hesitated as she scribbled furiously on the
paper。
“That was the story of the spirit warriors；” Old Quil began in a thin tenor voice。 “This is the story of the
third 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 neighboring
wolves； who they feared and mistrusted。 The wolfmen could still read each other’s thoughts while in their wolf
forms； just like their ancestors had while in their spirit forms。 They knew that none of their number was to
blame。 Taha Aki tried to pacify the Makah chief； but there was too much fear。 Taha Aki did not want to have
a war on his hands。 He was no longer a warrior to lead his people。 He charged his oldest wolfson； 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 any
evidence of the missing Makahs。 They came across something they had never encountered before — a
strange； 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 corner of his mouth twitch with humor； and his arm
tightened around me。
“They did not know what creature would leave such a scent； but they followed it；” Old Quil continued。 His
quavering voice did not have the majesty of Billy’s； but it had a strange； fierce edge of urgency about it。 My
pulse jumped as his words came faster。
“They found faint traces of human scent； and human blood； along the trail。 They were sure this was the
enemy they were searching for。
“The journey took them so far north that Taha Wi sent half the pack； the younger ones； back to the harbor
to report to Taha Aki。
“Taha Wi and his two brothers did not return。
“The younger brothers searched for their elders； but found only silence。 Taha Aki mourned for his sons。
He wished to avenge his sons’ death； but he was old。 He went to the Makah chief in his mourning clothes and
told him everything that had happened。 The Makah chief believed his grief； and tensions ended between the
tribes。
“A year later； two Makah maidens disappeared from their homes on the same night。 The Makahs called
on the Quileute wolves at once； who found the same sweet stink all through the Makah village。 The wolves
went on the hunt again。
“Only one came back。 He was Yaha Uta； the oldest son of Taka Aki’s third wife； and the youngest in the
pack。 He brought something with him that had never been seen in all the days of the Quileutes — a strange；
cold； stony corpse that he carried in pieces。 All who were of Taha Aki’s blood； even those who had never
been wolves； could smell the piercing smell of the dead creature。 This was the enemy of the Makahs。
“Yaha Uta described what had happened： he and his brothers had found the creature； who looked like a
man but was hard as a granite rock； with the two Makah daughters。 One girl was already dead； white and
bloodless on the ground。 The other was in the creature’s arms； his mouth at her throat。 She may have been
alive when they came upon the hideous scene； but the creature quickly snapped her neck and tossed her
lifeless body to the ground when they approached。 His white lips were covered in her blood； and his eyes
glowed red。
“Yaha Uta described the fierce strength and speed of the creature。 One of his brothers quickly became a
victim when he underestimated that strength。 The creature ripped him apart like a doll。 Yaha Uta and his other
brother were more wary。 They worked together； ing at the creature from the sides； outmaneuvering it。
They had to reach the very limits of their wolf strength and speed； something that had never been tested
before。 The creature was hard as stone and cold as ice。 They found that only their teeth could damage it。 They
began to rip small pieces of the creature apart while it fought them。
“But the creature learned quickly； and soon was matching their maneuvers。 It got its hands on Yaha Uta’s
brother。 Yaha Uta found an opening on the creature’s throat； and he lunged。 His teeth tore the head off the
creature； but the hands continued to mangle his brother。
“Yaha Uta ripped the creature into unrecognizable chunks； tearing pieces apart in a desperate attempt to
save his brother。 He was too late； but； in the end； the creature was destroyed。
“Or so they thought。 Yaha Uta laid the reeking remains out to be examined by the elders。 One severed
hand lay beside a piece of the creature’s granite arm。 The two pieces touched when the elders poked them
with sticks； and the hand reached out towards the arm piece； trying to reassemble itself。
“Horrified； the elders set fire to the remains。 A great cloud of choking； vile smoke polluted the air。 When
there was nothing but ashes； they separated the ashes into many small bags and spread them far and wide —
some in the ocean； some in the forest； some in the cliff caverns。 Taha Aki wore one bag around his neck； so
he would be warned if the creature ever tried to put himself together again。”
Old Quil paused and looked at Billy。 Billy pulled out a leather thong from around his neck。 Hanging from
the end was a small bag； blackened with age。 A few people gasped。 I might have been one of them。
“They called it The Cold One； the Blood Drinker； and lived in fear that it was not alone。 They only had
one wolf protector left； young Yaha Uta。
“They did not have long to wait。 The creature had a mate； another blood drinker； who came to the
Quileutes seeking revenge。
“The stories say that the Cold Woman was the most beautiful thing human eyes had ever seen。 She looked
like the goddess of the dawn when she entered the village that morning； the sun was shining for once； and it
glittered off her white skin