I found myself stood to the side of a clearing; shapes appearing from around me. The figures were large, the size of horses possibly. I had no idea who they were but I felt a pull towards one of them, like I had to protect this abnormally sized silver grey wolf. I could tell they were all tense, the positions of their bodies told me so. Soon six human looking figures appeared with caramel eyes and pale white skin, the two groups stood together, waiting. The vision became clear to me that, these creature were protecting something, someone. More than twenty new people entered the clearing pretty soon, disturbing the eerie silence that had fallen. They were not people though, I could tell as I had never in my life seen so many blood red eyes on such people. They looked beautiful, but I could tell there was no way they acted as nice as they looked. My thoughts were soon confirmed as they ran into the once peaceful meadow. The wolves and the six figures, fought together against the new company. I found myself holding my nose as I smelt an awful stench, I looked in the direction the smell was coming from and found body parts being piled up and set to burn, and purple smoke clouds rose into the air and polluted the clear white sky. One newbie was left alone, guarded by a tall blond male and a brunette female. The original group were stood together looking like they were deep in intense conversation. One grey wolf, he had black spots on his back and on his muzzle, he was stood away from the group, glancing quickly all around the tree line. Just as he looked in one direction, one of the newcomers dived out of the trees and attacked, another wolf came to its brother's rescue, but as it did so the newcomer grabbed the russet brown wolf and by the sounds of it; crushed half the bones in his body

"NO!" I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping "No!" I whisper yelled to myself. Why is it I keep having these dreams? I yelled inside my head, I had been having very similar dreams for just over two years and I had no idea who the wolves or the strangely beautiful people were. That was up until I spoke to my best friend's grandfather who was also my grandfather, an Elder of the Quileute Tribe, Quil Sr. Some months earlier he had explained to me the Quileute legends and what the wolves in my dreams were doing, they were protecting us humans from the red eyes, the cold ones, the vampires. When I first found out that these mythical creatures were not in fact mythical, I freaked out. But when I found out I was a descendent of my own tribe, the Makah Tribe. That was when I feinted. I remember Old Quil and my two Grandparents telling me, my Mom and my Dad that I could possibly be the 'Chosen' female to look over the tribes, that I would be able to see the future in my sleep as I'm dreaming. It would be my responsibility to look after this pack of wolves, and as soon as they were formed I would be doing just that; looking after them as best as I could.