"Tell me about your dream, Evan, anything you can remember."
"There is a house, at first it doesn't seem creepy, or even terrible. It looks welcoming, but it's not, In the dream, I ran to the house. Inside there was a woman, with blonde hair, I can't make out her face, but she gives off fear."
"What can you hear in the dream?"
"Crying."
"The woman's?"
"No a baby, but I never see the baby."
"It looks like someone is talking to her, but I can only hear the baby crying."
I took a breath, "The only other thing I hear is a gunshot, she is hurt, but still runs. The person following her is dressed in all black walks after her. Then stops and turns to me, I think, I'm not sure. I think he said something, but I can't read lips. He aimed the gun at me, and I wake up."
"How long have you been having this dream?"
"A few months, I guess. Sometimes it's not there, others it's constant."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"It was when people were showing up to be changed when it became constant, and I didn't know how to tell anyone about it. Besides you were busy dealing with the idiots."
"They are not my pack."
"No, but some of them will be."
"They are also not children,"
"You don't believe that everyone is young to you."
Smiling at me, he ruffled my hair a little. "Evan, when do you usually have this dream?"
"Huh?"
"When is it the most consistent?"
"During the week of the full moon, why?"
"Only then?"
"Not really, Bran, when did you find me?"
Blinking at me, "I found you in winter, near Christmas. You were bundled up in winter clothes, with documents giving whomever full custody of you."
"So you know my biological mother's name?"
"Her name was Evangeline, there was no last name or middle for you, but your first name was Evan."
" Who gave me the middle name Rhys?"
"I did,"
"Why?"
"one it's Welsh, and Evan is also a Welsh name. Also, means enthusiasm."
"You put a lot of thought to the name."
"I did with all my son's."
"Though why are you asking about it? You haven't in the past."
"I'm just confused, I know you all did some research on my mother and found her."
Bran's face went neutral, "You saw? How old were you?"
"Eight, I was at Anna's and Charles's house. Charles was with them, and Anna was cooking. I was playing a game on Charles's laptop. I saw my name and picked up the file. Thought it was just letters from my teachers at first."
Bran knew what was in the file. All the photos from the house, and the murder, the report on the murder, people didn't realize that she even had a child. Though I saw them, all of them.
"Evan I would have told you about her."
"But not everything, I know you like trial by fire, but I don't think you would have told me that my uncle her brother had killed her."
"How old was I when you found me?"
"One, but your birthday was in a week."
"So you found me near Thanksgiving, that would be after the people shifted."
"Asil found you and brought you to me. You would not stop crying and only finished when Leah or I held you. When we handed you to Anna, you would cry again. Anna and Charles were looking to adopt a child, but since you would not stop you staid with us."
"Would you of given me to them if I didn't cry?"
"I would have yes, but not the reason you might think; you changed into a wolf pup."
"And you said I was a walker like Mercy."
"I did, however, over the years I have been changing my mind."
"Huh?"
"I don't think you are a walker anymore."
"What makes you think that?"
"You didn't read Charles's report on it did you?"
"No, he came back to fast for me to even look at the report."
Bran stood and walked with a hand on my back to the sofa. "When Asil found you, he said that you smelt like Charles, at the moment we had no idea what he meant until you changed into a wolf pup. Evan, you are not a walker, you were born a wolf just like Charles."
"How, you said that the mother would die."
"And your birth mother did die; she had been a witch. You show signs of being a witch, but you do not practice magic. What Charles found was a witch that had been turned into a werewolf, and disappeared. Leaving her child with her sister, who said to be your mother. Your uncle was Evangeline's lover, a man part of Bright Future when he found out about Evangeline's witch abilities; he went to kill her. You real uncle, Evangeline's brother, took you to protect you, Evangeline requested that if anything had happened, you were to be taken somewhere he would never find you.
So, being a witch, and knowing what you are, he brought you here. Leaving you where you were easily found, and left. He killed the man who he thought murdered Evangeline, then died from blood loss."
"What do you mean though?"
"He killed Henry, Evangeline's ex-lover. He didn't know about her second lover."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Evan, do you think I would never have told you about your family?"
"I'm not sure, if you thought you were doing the right thing then no I don't think you would have told me."
nodding at my answer, "The house," I started, "Did anyone ever go there?"
"No, from what people are saying it's haunted."
"huh?" I smiled, "By Evangeline?"
"We are not sure; would you like to see it? It's nice looking."
At my nod, he stood and walked to his computer. Following, he pulled up a photo and showed me.
It was a ranch style house, white, and in the middle of a forest; and the weirdest thing about it.
"Da, that is the house in my dream, but in the dream, it's darker outside."
Bran looked at me. Nodding his head, he took out a photo.
"Does this person look familiar?"
Blonde hair, everything was the same, so I nodded. "Who is that?"
"Evangeline Forrest."
"My aunt?"
"This was the last photo taken of her."
"I shouldn't be able to remember that far."
"That is what I told Charles when he used to tell me about time he was three, though when he told me about them, he was around ten."
"Did Samuel believe him?"
"Samuel is a doctor so that he might have an answer, do you want to talk to him?"
"Do I have to?"
"No, but it might help, I can ask him."
"He will not go full doctor on you, so that would be helpful."
Smiling, he took out his phone. Samuel picked up on the first ring.
"Hey, Da, what's up?"
"Well, Evan has been having a dream, do you remember what I told you about him."
"He isn't a walker."
"Right,"
"What about the dream?"
"It was of Evangeline's murder, he remembers it. He explained in some detail. The house that is haunted, he knows it."
"He was almost two at the time, and he shouldn't remember anything."
I blocked them out for a bit, and walked to the bookcases, looking for one I haven't read. So I mainly closed my eyes and took the first book I touched.
To kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Well, this seems interesting.
Blocking out Da's and Samuel's conversation I focused on the book, and I am glad that I was not being raised during this time. Seriously, she isn't allowed to write. It also Scout reminded me a little of Kara, but a little more spoken.
Reading, then the book was taken.
"Hey."
"Is for horses," Samuel added over the phone. "When did your dreams start?"
"Around June."
"June?"
"Yeah, it was this year, before that I never had them before."
Bran looked at the book, putting something to save the spot and handed it back, along with the phone.
"You said you felt it was real, what I don't get was you said he pointed the gun at you and shot."
"That's right,"
"But the baby was crying."
"You are making me sound crazy, Samuel,"
"Only just, tell me about the gun, since I know you like to mess with them."
"I do not play, with them."
"Sure you don't," He teased me. Damn, I hated that.
"It looked like a 9 millimeter, handgun; I'm not sure on the model though."
"Okay, what can you tell me about the man holding the gun."
"He was tall to me, but wearing black, I can't see anything else, why?"
"what can you hear?"
"Crying and the gunshots, everything else is mute."
"Traumatic parts in life might manifest in the future. However, we are not human; therefore it might be different for us. I'm not sure on why they started now,"
"Was the man ever caught?" I looked at Bran.
"according to Charles the man who killed her was not caught. Henry was framed by the real killer."
"Then who killed her?"
"We are not sure since Jason your aunt's brother killed Henry since all the evidence pointed to him. However, before he died, Charles had seen him and asked. It was a week or so later that Jason killed him. At the time we didn't know Jason was a relative."
"So who was her first lover?"
"Levi Hardesty," Bran said.
"I thought the Hardesty's were all dead?"
"Well, it seems one got away,"
"I'm not from that bunch right? Levi was her lover."
"Right, you are not, it wouldn't matter if you were."
"well, Da, when he has a dream, have him write it down. Not details, but what he saw and the time he woke up. It might help me, but not so much him."
"I will, thank you, Samuel."
"I heard Ariana is pregnant, congrats."
Silence. Then Ariana said, "Who told you, it was a surprise. Well, it's out. Yes, I am pregnant. A few weeks along."
Bran smiled at me, "I'll talk to you two later. Ari, where are you going?" and the line went dead.
"I thought he knew."
"He does now," Bran said.
That night was not fun since it was a month after the change, Bran was teaching control to those who lived. So, after our talk, we had gone into the kitchen is when people started to show since it was lunchtime.
Laying in my bed, I looked up at the dark sky. It was snowing. I had gone to bed at nine, looking at my clock it read 22:54. Ugg. Putting down my book and turning over, I heard my door open. Leah? Looking up, Leah was confused.
"You are usually asleep by now."
"Lot to think about,"
"Oh."
"Yep, body says sleep, and brain said sleep is pointless so let's think about stuff instead."
Leah smiled at that. Unlike Charles and Samuel, Leah showed love to me, and it would confuse me, but I understood when Charles explained it.
Bran loves his son's, but because of his mates in the past, he can't love again or something, so he has Leah who he can't love. Though I have a feeling that he lies about that sometimes; True, he doesn't love her, but that doesn't mean he doesn't respect her, or care for her.
Sitting on my bed, "Bran said he told you about you being born a wolf."
"Yeah, now we know why I can hear him, though are you sure he can't hear my thoughts?"
"I'm sure. If he could you probably be in more trouble than you usually find yourself in."
Laughing at that, she sighed. "What else did he tell you?"
"Your dreams."
"Yeah, they are a pain."
"Is that why you can't sleep?"
"No, I have just been laying here."
Nodding. "Well, are you tired?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Then maybe putting away your book, and not reading it when I close the door might help."
Darn it. "I did put it away."
"When?"
I smiled at her.
"Before I opened the door?"
"Yep."
"I don't need to take it with me do it?"
"No, it's put away, good night mom."
"Good night, Evan."
That said she closed the door.
