Author Note: Okay, before yall start reading, you should probably read this first. I know that this story will sound alot like the story "Alpha Calling a Cowboy." And I will say that I DID NOT STEAL THIS IDEA. I actually had this idea at around the same time that Wolflover97 wrote her first chapter. So I waited until her story was developed and now that it is, I decided to post this because I couldn't get it out of my mind. And please don't say that I stole her plot. I have a few different characters and a different plot. And of course, before I wrote this, I asked for Wolflover97's permission. And she said to go ahead...so do not acuse me of stealing. Please and thank you for reading this. I hope you like it. I LOVE reviews. Criticism is welcome. :)

Story Quote:

All is fair in love and war. -Unknown

Why couldn't I just stay home? thought seven year old Jake Ely. My parents had asked my Grandpa Mac if he could take me and my five older brothers for the weekend. And of course that old man had to say yes. So here I am at my Grandpa's log cabin that was settled along the white sands of Secret Beach at Lake Tahoe.

We had already been here for three hours and already bored out of our minds. So to cheer us up, my Grandpa and my Grandma had decided to tell stories about our heritage. As my Grandma Dena was inside making hot chocolate, my Grandpa was gathering firewood and was trying to make a bonfire. My older brother Kit was helping him while me and my four brothers were sitting and waiting to be entertained.

As I waited, I looked around the strange setting. Of course I had been here before, but it always shocked me at how white the sand was. The usually bright turquoise water was now darkened by nightfall. The pine trees were now shaking from the light wind. And the night was so black that I was afraid that some strange creature would come out of the forest to kill us.

I came out of my daze when my Grandma shoved an old, pottery mug into my hand. I saw the smoke billowing off the surface of the hot chocolate and watched the greyish substance in the air. And then I watched it blow away as the chilly October winds blew it out of sight.

Then a bright, dark orange color clouded my vision as my Grandpa finally finished the bonfire. My brothers and I sat down on the petite log bench that Grandpa had created and we waited for our grandparents to tell us a story.

I took a sip of hot chocolate at the exact time Grandpa started the tale with a deep and wise voice.

"Our heritage is quite complicated. The story goes back to when the most famous Shoshone woman was alive. Her name was Sacagawea. And as you boys know, she was the woman who guided Lewis and Clark on their expedition. This story takes place in 1804 through 1805 when Sacagawea was pregnant with her Indian husband's child. A few months after the journey began, Sacagawea gave birth to her child. A few hours after his birth, Sacagawea was cradling him in her arms when she looked out toward the trees and saw a pair of bright eyes staring at her. She squinted into the dark night, but could not see what it was. So the pair of eyes stepped out of the trees and Sacagawea gasped at the giant animal in front of her. It was a wolf."

Grandpa Mac stopped the story to stare at our reactions. He looked at all of our faces and I was pretty sure that he could see the wonder in all of our eyes. Grandpa turned to Grandma and gave her a signal to continue the story. Grandma inhaled and then spoke with a soft, motherly tone.

"Sacagawea stared at the wolf in amazement and almost screamed when the giant, ebony wolf walked closer to her. But the wolf was gentle. He gently rubbed his muzzle on Sacagawea's head and sniffed the bundle in her arms. Being a new mother and all, Sacagawea tucked the baby boy tighter in her arms and was ready to fight although she knew she would lose. The wolf saw and backed up in surrender. He knew she would find out his secret soon enough and so he decided to go ahead and tell her. The wolf walked over behind a tree and transformed into the last thing Sacagawea expected. He turned into a person. A living, breathing human."

"When the now human walked back over to Sacagawea, she could tell it was someone she knew. She looked into his dark brown eyes and saw that it was the husband that she had left behind when she went with Lewis and Clark. His name was Toussaint Charbonneau and he then told her everything. How he had gained some kind of power and how he could transform to a wolf. Sacagawea was curious if her husband had had this power all along and when her husband finally left for the woods, she looked down at her new son and wondered if he to would gain the magical power someday."

Then the magic of Grandma's voice drowned down as she finished the tale. Our eyes were blurred over with interest as we smiled at how cool the story sounded. We had always thought our Shoshone heritage was boring, but after we heard this...well at least i'll never think it's boring again.

"Wait! Does Sacagawea's son ever get the power?" I asked. Grandpa looked over at me with a smile on his face and answered, "Yes he did."

I gasped in wonder and took a sip of my now cold hot chocolate. The quiet night was interrupted when my brothers started howling like a pack of wolves. And then Quinn told them to stop. He whispered something in all of our ears and I smiled at what he said. He suggested we sing a song that was perfect for the Halloween night and the creepy wolf in the story.

I sat there smiling as Quinn,Nate, Adam, and Bryan started singing Thriller.

"Cause this is thriller...thriller night!" I listened to their out of tune singing while me and Kit were on the dirt ground laughing.

(Mac POV) 10:00 PM

The cabin was suddenly quiet after my wife and I had put our grandchildren down to sleep. The older ones were already snoring and the younger ones were drooling. I watched my wife walk to our room to go to bed, but I stayed in the living room for a few more minutes to watch my grandsons sleep. I watched Kit with his mouth wide open and snoring the loudest. Bryan was snuggled next to Kit and was twitching in his sleep from a dream. Adam was sucking his thumb. Nate was drooling on a pillow. Quinn was drooling on Nate's face. And Jake was snoring quietly while clutching onto a pillow.

I smiled to myself when I heard Jacob whisper words in his sleep. He was whispering the name Sam over and over again and was hugging the pillow to him. It looked like he thought the pillow was that girl in his dreams.

I looked at the scene in front of me one last time and before I left for the bedroom, I silently whispered, " Ne suuntsaa' enne."

Another Note: So what did you think? And by the way...Secret Beach is not a fake place. It is actually a beach on Lake Tahoe in Nevada. I posted a picture of a glimpse of the scenery on my profile. You can go check it out if you want! :)

Oh...and throughout the story...I will post the meaning of my made up people's names and there will be a recurring Shoshone phrase (as seen at the end of the chapter!)

Name Meanings:

MacArthur: Son of Arthur

Dena: Valley