They speak of a legend, the great wolfcheifs of a distant time. A little known fact t no one yet has realized in all the time the Elders have passed down our history.
You don't have to be a Quilluitte to shift into a wolf. Anyone can do it, anyone with a pure intent. Whose reason for transforming is born of the purest, most selfless love imaginable. It's not a game, the wolfright. The great chiefs spoke of one whose heart was as pure as winter snow, whose eyes burned with a righteous fire.
They say that this wolf has a coat of flaming red, dusted with charcoal black. They say it's eyes are burning gold.
The legends say that "The flame will battle the demon, to protect the ice." I don't know what that means,or how it will come to pass, but it interests me. The great chief had a vision once, where the flaming wolf was running through the forest, and the entire forest went up in flames.
But I have trouble believing this wolf is bad. If the legends are true, it will be born of the most selfless love, the truest sacrifice. The greatest loyalty. If it is as the legends say, I see no reason to fear this wolf. Love is noble, and noble is kind.
The sky was dark, and rain poured down as Alyssa made her way up the steps into the Cullen house. "Rose! Hey-I'm here!" She ran up the steps, and into the house, kicking her shoes off as she went.
"Hey Esme-" she smiled, giving the motherly vampire a hug. "Is Rose here?"
"Yes. She's in her room. She wants to talk to you about something." Esme smiled, before stroking the girl's long, red hair. "Go on up and see her."
"Ok." Alyssa dropped her book bag by the couch, then raced upstairs, eager to see her best friend after a long day.
"Hey Jasper!" Alyssa said, smiling at him ."guess what? Thanks to you I got an A on my history paper."
"Well, I'm glad-" Jasper drawled, amused to see the slightly annoying human running to greet Rosalie like they'd been apart for days. Even though they'd literally just seen each other before Alyssa went to drama club.
"Rose!" Alyssa ran into Rose's room, tackling the pretending-to-be-surprised vampire in a hug.
"What sweetie?" She laughed, pulling Alyssa to sit beside her. "Did I not JUST see you?"
"Yeah, but that was HOURS ago." Alyssa whined teasingly. "And I need your help with this stupid paper for current events!"
"Ally, we're in the same class. Just one hour apart. What's the paper on?" Rosalie asked.
"Ok, so, it started in New York, but he's making a path here!" Alyssa said, looking at Rose.
"Slow down. WHO is making a path here?" She asked, looking at Alyssa's excited expression.
"The bride killer! He kills brides, the night before their wedding. And he leaves a pearl at the scene. And a bag of rose petals!" She saw Rosalie's eyes widen.
"That sounds vicious. Very...twisted-" Rosalie sighed, as Alyssa rested her head against her. "What else do you know?"
"Well, so far he only kills people with blonde hair and blue eyes. Very specific type. " She shrugged. "I'm thinking bad breakup is the motive-"
"Ill help you write this, but NO chasing off after this guy, ok? Remember what happwhen you tried to catch that guy you thought was a jewel thief?"
Alyssa did remember. "You had to rescue me. That was fun! I like when you fight. You're ...uh.." Alyssa blushed.
"I'm what?" Rosalie growled playfully. She pinned Alyssa down on the bed, her eyes sparkling with joy.
"Very..Very...awesome. now let me up!" She giggled.