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  the temperature to drop. i shoved my hahe
  poy jacket.
  ”so you're, what, sixteerying not to look like an idiot as
  i fluttered my eyelids the way i'd seen girls do on tv.
  ”i just tureen,” he fessed, flattered.
  ”really?” my face was full of false surprise. ”i would have thought you
  were older.”
  ”i'm tall fe,” he explained.
  ”do you uch?” i asked archly, as if i ing for a
  yes. i souiyself. i was afraid he would turh
  disgust and ay fraud, but he still seemed flattered.
  ”not too much,” he admitted with a frown. ”but whe my ished
  i uch as i wa my lise,” he amended.
  ”who was that other boy lauren was talking to? he seemed a little old to
  be hanging out with us.” i purposefully lumped myself in with the
  y to make it clear that i preferred jacob.
  ”that's sam — he's een,” he informed me.
  ”what was that he was saying about the doctor's family?” i asked
  ily.
  ”the s? oh, they're not supposed to e oion.” he
  looked away, out toward james island, as he ed what i'd thought
  i'd heard in sam's voice.
  ”why not?”
  he gla me, biting his lip. ”oops. i'm not supposed to say
  anything about that.”
  ”oh, i won't tell anyone, i'm just curious.” i tried to make my smile
  alluring, w if i was laying it on too thick.
  he smiled back, though, lookiheed one eyebrow and
  his voice was evehan before.
  ”do you like scary stories?” he asked ominously.
  ”i love them,” i enthused, makio smolder at him.
  jacob strolled to a nearby driftwood tree that had its roots stig out
  like the attenuated legs of a huge, pale spider. he perched lightly on
  oed roots while i sat beh him on the body of the tree.
  he stared down at the rocks, a smile h around the edges of his
  broad lips. i could see he was going to try to make this good. i focused
  ohe vital i out of my eyes.
  ”do you know any of our old stories, about where we — the
  quileutes, i mean?” he began.
  ”not really,” i admitted.
  ”well, there are lots of legehem g to date back to
  the flood — supposedly, the a quileutes tied their oes to the
  tops of the tallest trees oain to survive like noah and the
  ark.” he smiled, to show me how little stock he put iories.
  ”anend claims that we des wolves — and that the
  wolves are our brothers still. it's against tribal law to kill them.
  ”thehe stories about the es.” his voice dropped a
  little lower.
  ”the es?” i asked, not faking my intrigue now.
  ”yes. there are stories of the es as old as the wolf legends, and
  some much more ret. ag to legend, my randfather knew
  some of them. he was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our
  land.” he rolled his eyes.
  ”yrandfather?” i enced.
  ”he was a tribal elder, like my father. you see, the es are the
  natural ehe wolf—well, not the wolf, really, but the wolves
  that turn into men, like our aors. you would call them werewolves.”
  ”werewolves have enemies?”
  ”only one.”
  i stared at him early, hoping to disguise my impatience as admiration.
  ”so you see,” jaued, ”the es are traditionally our
  ehis pack that came to our territ my
  great-graime was different. they didn't huhers
  of their kind did — they weren't supposed to be dahe tribe.
  srandfather made a truce with them. if they would promise to
  stay off our lands, we wouldhem to the pale-faces.” he winked
  at me.
  ”if they weren't dahen why… ?” i tried to uand,
  struggling him see how seriously i was co