Fate is a funny thing isn't it? Moving to LaPush was destiny. Meeting him was destiny. But all of the complications in my life were fate. Purely chance. What I am and who I need to become are all up to fate. My life is like a game of chance. So what is it? Will my next flip be heads or tails? Will I draw a joker next time?

Chapter 1

In the swaying line of trees I could make out the shape of a wolf. I smiled. Wolves were my favorite animal. I stepped closer hesitantly, testing to see what its reaction would be. It inched closer to me as well. A giggle rose up in my chest as I placed a pale hand onto its sandy colored fur. Suddenly I smelled something. A hauntingly familiar smell that made me gag. Peppermint. I spun around and let out an earsplitting shriek. He had found us again. My wolf disappeared. Suddenly another figure ran in front of me. This scene became all too familiar.

"Aria, no!" I screamed, trying to shove her away with no avail. Her thin blond hair blew around her as winds started to pick up. I knew how this would end. He ran forward, a sword black as night forming in his hands as he advanced to us. My powers were still weak back then. Aria pushed me back, the sword grazing my cheek. It stung as a bead of blood ran down the side of my face. I shook my head. He wouldn't kill us. He needed us. The sword suddenly wasn't in his hand anymore. I looked around for it before finding it in Aria's chest. She rattled in a breath, clutching her chest desperately. I let out a wail and caught her as she fell. We were both small so it wasn't too hard. He walked towards me with a calm aura around me, causing me to let out another earsplitting shriek. Fire filled the clearing. The earth cracked. The air went stale. Rain fell. I couldn't stop screaming. Aria looked into my light blue eyes with her pale silver ones.

"Brooke. Brooke."

"Brooke!" I sat up strait, the soft covers tangling around my chest. My thick blond curls were matted onto my neck, drenched with sweat. Out of instinct, I reached out blindly for the comfort of Wynter's arms. She pulled me onto her lap and held me close to her chest. I attempted to control my heavy breathing, closing my eyes and clutching at that back of Wynter's night shirt.

"I saw it again." I sobbed, shaking uncontrollably. Hysteria bubble in my chest. "Aria-she-my-fault-I-could-have…"

"There was nothing you could have done." Wynter rubbed my back in small circles. The nightmares were happening less often, but they had happened enough before that Wynter knew how to handle it. It took less time than usual for me to calm down enough to lean out of Wynter's arms.

"I-I'm sorry." I hiccupped, rubbing my eyes which were probably now rimmed with red. She brushed back my wispy bangs in a maternal way. Her icy eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. Her eyes had always enchanted me. I kept looking into them, finding comfort in their familiar color.

"You're basically my sister. I don't mind comforting you." She gave an airy laugh and rested her hand on my shoulder. "Do you want me to stay tonight?"

I nodded and scooted over to give her room. She crawled under the covers with me and closed her eyes.

"Hey, Wynter." I whispered.

"Yeah?" She replied tiredly.

"There was a wolf in my dream." I gave a shaky smile at the memory of the beginning of my dream. I tried to remember more of it, but it slipped out of my mind like water through my fingers. One of her eyes opened to look at me.

"Maybe I'll dream of cats." She smirked before closing her eye again. I gave a quiet laugh before leaning back and taking in a breath. I closed my eyes and fell into the black abyss of my mind.

"So where is our next destination?" I asked as soon as we checked out of the small motel.

"I have an aunt in LaPush, Washington. I called her and she offered to let us stay." Wynter informed me. I raised an eyebrow. Relatives weren't people that we usually interacted with.

"Is she…like us?" I questioned curiously. She shook her head.

"It would be a miracle if we found someone like us." She sighed, starting the car. She kept her window open, making her look like a model as her bleach blond hair blew around her. Mine looked like the world's smallest tornado had ripped through my head.

"And she's alright with her mysterious eighteen year old niece and her sixteen year old friend showing up on her doorstep?" I questioned.

"Emily told me that she's seen stranger." Wynter justified with a shrug.

'I wonder what that means' I pondered that thought for a while. We made it to a rest stop where we stopped in briefly to get snacks.

"On a road trips, girls?" The old cashier asked us. We nodded with fake enthusiasm. "How long have you been on the road?"

"Almost a month now. We're traveling across the U.S!" I beamed early.

"Can't imagine how you got the money to afford that these days. Your parents' money?" He guessed. We nodded. That part was actually true. After the accident, everything was left to me. The man put our items into a plastic bag and handed it to us. "Well, have fun."

"We will!" I assured him happily. As we made our way back to the car, Wynter laughed.

"Your acting skills are improving." She snorted. I gave a fake bow, flourishing my arms.

"You're not bad yourself." I joked, nudging her side as I straightened up.

"Thank you. Some compare me to the young Leonardo DiCaprio." She said airily, doing a 'thinking face' pose.

"So you're never going to win an Oscar?" I asked in mock confusion. She gasped and smacked my arm. I hopped into the passenger seat as she slid into the driver's.

"Is your filter off?" She demanded as she shoved the keys into the ignition.

"Maybe." I drawled, prying open the bag of beef jerky. I took a bite out of a piece and moaned. "It's so good!"

"Enjoy it. We're going non-stop to LaPush. It's a good three hours from here." She informed me. I groaned loudly. She rolled her eyes at my reaction and turned on the radio. I continued to eat my beef jerky, occasionally sipping my root beer. I had forgotten that car rides made me tired, so I was surprised when a wave of weariness crashed upon me. I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to stay awake with no prevail. I sighed, putting my beef jerky and drink in the holder between Wynter and I before curling up on the leather seat and closing my eyes to sleep.

The sandy wolf was here again. I sat on the ground and curled into its fur. It watched me, its body curling protectively around me. I felt warm in its fur. I felt something that I hadn't felt in a while. Safe.

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