Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the native characters. I do, however, own this storyline and the character Kat. The rest belongs to Stephanie Meyers and her publishers. Thanks!
Dedication: Special shout out to XxSafarixX. This chapter's for you.
Light, bright and unearthly entered my eyes. I lifted my hand to shield my face from it.
"Katie…" a voice called out to me. Separating my fingers I tried to look through them but the light streaming through was still far too bright to behold who stood before me. I tried to slide backwards and suddenly my hand was grasping at grass. My surroundings had transformed into a secret garden of sorts. "Katie…" This time I looked up.
"Who are you?" A being neither human, nor heavenly stood before me. He smiled amused.
"Do not fear me, Katie." He stepped more so I could see his face.
"What are you? Where am I?" He played absently with blossoms on the branch of a nearby tree.
"You are being changed into a werewolf but you body is fighting it making this process much more prolonged and much more painful than necessary. My name is Milo. I am here to guide you."
"Where are we?"
"In your mind," I looked at him suspiciously. "Your body is not strong enough right now. But there was no time to waste."
"What are you talking about? Ah!" I grabbed my head as the world started to spin.
"You can trust me. I am a friend. See you soon."
I tried to call out but I was being pulled from that garden.
"Look, she's waking," I blinked my eyes open, "Easy now," At first all I saw was blur and then slowly each blur came into focus around me. Sam, Emily, Quil, Jake, Billy, I opened my mouth to speak but felt my head start to spin.
"Sam get her some water. Kat, are you alright?" Emily gently stroked my forehead.
"What's happening to me?" They all looked at me sympathetically. Emily took my hand and held it tightly.
"You're turning into a werewolf," Jake spoke evenly.
"Jacob!" Emily and Billy scolded. My gaze met Jake's and I stared him down. My thoughts went back to Milo and what I had been sure was a dream.
"I know," the room quieted, "What does this mean?"
"Sam, maybe you'd better talk with her," Billy suggested. Everyone slowly filed out of the Black's living room leaving the rouge and me alone.
"Here drink this," he offered me a cup.
"Is it gonna make me grow a tail?" I took the cup and sipped gently on the water. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small smile.
"You've got spunk, I'll give you that. But that won't save you." I stiffened and looked at him, still lying on the couch, far too weak to stand up. Sam sat in a folding chair across from me, "Another pack from up north is waging war on Forks. Paul and Jared are keeping an eye on them now. It won't be long before that pack discovers them there and also that we are weak right now."
"What do you mean?" I was surprised at how groggy I sounded.
"Now that we have a new member we have to protect is leaves us open and vulnerable. We cannot afford to lose this war."
"I'm the weak link, aren't I?" Sam nodded.
"It's not anything any of us could control. It's not something you even wanted; the proof is in how long it's taking which raises the risk even more. I've never seen a transformation like this before."
I stared down into my cup watching the water swirl as I moved the cup slowly.
"We need you in this war."