Since the red eyes arrived in Forks, the visions started, I drawled a group of Quileute students, I drawled their changing features, and their phasing into their inner beast.
The number is officially ten, nine males and one female; for now. Their faces are alike, yet different in every shape and form.
It started with the alpha. He was a boy that left and returned a man. His structure, like all of them, filled out. His voice, their deep voices haunt my dreams, their growling deep like a thick clash of thunder interacting with the stone ground.
I didn't know who this men was, I let it go the first time. By the second time, I learned to ignore it.
It was windy day, I sat in my bed, covered up, pillow over my head, I could hear an argument unrolling, yelling from the heart trying to protect each other, failing to do so. Behind my eye lids an address was shown; a couple was seen, fighting throwing fingers and hurtful statements. My mind watching this fight, couldn't react quick enough to the phase, he turned into the inner demon that slashed the face of his soul mate. My face erupted in pain as I sat up screaming, I grabbed my phone and dialed 911 giving the address of the incident, calling the hospital to have an opening ready, seeing the recovery of the couple and her attack. I tossed my phone as blood dripped down on to my lap, I slowly touched my face hissing to the found wound. I looked up in my bed to see a woman, a woman that wasn't me.
The next day my scratches were gone, but I heard a story about Emily Young being attacked by a bear, her face was officially scared. Many said it was Sam Uley, her now fiancé. Rumor was told, a mysterious caller let the hospital and police know of the situation, saving the girl.
Four months I have searched for an answer, something, and someone to tell me what I am drawing.
One day I went to La Push, I skipped lunch and made my way to the small reservation of about 2,000 residents.
The rumors surrounding Sam Uley, they claim that he is in a cult, being on drugs, kidnapping people and educing them with a drug of submission and obedience. Anyone not close to the group seemed too scared of them to do anything about them.
Sitting on the hood of my car, I watched from afar, him appear out of the trees, I looked down to my drawing book, I drawled his eyes watching the students, watching and looking for someone. Three students made their way towards the man, towards Sam Uley. I looked at my book, it was his face, their faces; I was drawing.
I left that day in confusion, why was I drawing the Cult as a pack of wolves? As time passed, the pack grew, from that four I saw, to the final ten. But if my visions are correct, ten is a unstoppable number.
My research leads me to the truth, to more suspicion about the Quileute legends. If I am correct, Sam Uley's cults are decedents of shape shifters, commonly known as werewolves that are deadly beast, secretly protectors.
The Council I members are two generations since the most recent pack of wolves. The red eyes arrived and sent off a hormone in their kids that have the genetic factor to become a part of the protectors.
My visions are different every day, I see who the pack members will marry, and their kids, I see the danger one might be in, or their soul mates, and luckily, I can intervene and change the outcome. An example, the day I had a vision of Sam and Emily feud, their fight. Sam would have killed Emily if I hadn't called the police for an escort, and the hospital.
I have yet to learn why I can see the visions, why me; I am not even Quileute. So many questions about what is going on in La Push, but there are not many resources.