I stood there watching the wolves on the screen as if the black one was instructing the white one. The white one nodded once and closed its eyes. Less then a minute later, I felt a gentle pull. Something asking me to join it. A pull that felt ancient and strong. I closed my eyes and felt warmth as the pull brought me down beneath the surface, deep into the earth. There was love, strength and all matters of the heart that a mother gives her child. I felt tears fall down my face as I remembered my mother, but there was another mother. More powerful, more encompassing…Mother Earth had called to me and I had answered. But it wasn't She that had called, someone else had done the calling.

Then I heard the voice. A young woman's voice full of all things good and pure. She spoke of being lost and of being found. That Pakstoka knew that her people were still alive and that they would be home soon. When the woman stopped speaking I was left feeling more loved then I had ever felt before. More strength in knowing that I would never be alone again.

I felt myself being let go and returned to my physical body to find it weeping. I opened my eyes and sniffled loudly. And I wasn't the only one on that guard tower who felt it. Nate, Harper, and Monroe had felt it too.

"Are you guys okay," Clarke asked worried.

I inhaled deeply and smiled through my tears and said, "I think we're more than okay."

"I have never felt so loved or at peace before," Monroe said as she sat on the floor.

Harper and Nate joined her as well.

I looked at the screen and watched as the white wolf placed her nose between her paws and as she raised her head, a flower grew.

"Guys, look," I whispered, pointing to the screen.

Her head had fully risen and where there had been nothing before, now stood the most perfect white rose I'd ever seen. They looked at the camp and drone a moment longer and then they left, running down the other side of the ridge and up the next one and down it, disappearing from sight.

We looked at the rose stunned until we heard sobs and cries coming from the prisoners. We all looked over and they were sobbing into each other's arms. But it wasn't out of sadness, instead they were sobbing for joy.

"What just happened," Bellamy demanded as Raven brought the drone back in.

I looked at the other three, but they could only shrug still caught up in the emotions.

I took a shuddering breath and said, "The white one is a Priestess of something called the Order. Their faith in Mother Earth. The Priestess asked Mother Earth to give her strength to speak with her people, apparently the four of us are part of that 'people.' The call pulled our spirits? down into where Mother Earth resides. There was so much love and strength and peace and knowledge that we're never alone. It was awe inspiring. Then the Priestess spoke. She spoke that those who had been lost were now found and that the Pakstoka was working on a way to bring them home, safe. And then we were let go."

"That's horseshit," Bellamy yelled. "Are you going to sit there and tell me that some white wolf is a priestess serving Mother Earth and that she called your spirit and theirs into the ground and spoke to you?!"

I got up angrily and stomped over to him and got into his face, "That is exactly what I am telling you, Bellamy. That white wolf is a Priestess of the Order and that she let our prisoners know that the Pakstoka knows that they are alive and working for a way to get them home!"

He tried to stare me down, but I felt a growl emanate from my chest at his audacity to challenge me. I felt my lips curl back into a snarl and saw his face pale in fear.

"Octavia, stop," Harper said. "He just doesn't understand. He's just a human. He'll never understand. Just back down, please, before you hurt him."

Realization dawned and I quickly backed away and headed to Harper. The three of them hugged me as I looked at Bellamy.

"What do you mean, Harper," Clarke asked.

"I don't think even you would fully understand, Clarke. None of you really," she said.

"Whatever we are," Nate spoke, "we're part of a community. Their community. We have a connection to the wolves like they do. That's why we were all drawn to Mother Earth. Why the Priestess was able to speak to us as well."

"Why don't you think we'll understand? We are part of a community. All of us," Clarke said, still not understanding.

"Yes, we are part of a community, but not a community like this," I said. "It goes beyond a group of people living together, beyond familial ties, beyond bonding because of shared experiences. It is called a community because of our connection with Mother Earth and that our minds are all connected to one another, however minute the connection. It transcends the material and physical worlds and connects on a more spiritual level."

"You're describing a cult, O," Bellamy said angrily. "Somehow, they've gotten the four of you to drink their kool-aid and you think you're one of them now. Don't be so naïve."

"I told you, he wouldn't understand," Harper whispered. "Humans never do."

"Why do you keep calling me that," Bellamy demanded. "Saying it like being human, being normal, is less then being one of you."

"Look at all the hate you're harboring towards Octavia, Bellamy," Nate said, standing up and in front of me, protecting me. "You're mad at her because she was able to get answers in Old Towne instead of you. You're mad at both of them because they were treated differently when you went there. You're angry because Octavia found answers to some of the questions as to why there was different treatment. And you're hurt because your brain scan showed you that you have no powers. So, you're lashing out. Calling us out because we're starting to understand the people we captured. Because we're similar to these people. It's because you feel helpless that there doesn't seem to be any way for you to help our people."

"You're full of shit, Miller," Bellamy yelled and started walking down the stairs. "I'm not going to stay here and be insulted by a bunch of delinquents that couldn't find a purpose so they latched on to this one."

"You all know we're right," Harper said quietly. "Bellamy's always going to resent us because he's not like us."

"I know," Clarke replied. "But even so, we all have a responsibility to our people. All of them. We don't know if there are more of us or if it's just us 8. We have to treat everyone the same. We can't tell anyone that we're different. Not until we get the full picture of what we're up against. Agreed?"

"Agreed," we all said.

"Octavia! Octavia," Jasper screeched through the communicator on my belt. "You've got to get down to the morgue quick. You, Harper, Monroe, Miller, and Clarke. I think shit just got worse. Hurry!"

We all looked at one another and then ran for the stairs and all the way to the morgue. When we got there, Jasper was pacing and mumbling to himself. Hitting himself in the head.

"Jasper, stop," Clarke said, marching into the room and physically restraining his arm. "What's going on?"

He looked at us wild-eyed and started talking real fast, his words jumbled together and he kept pointing to one of the drawers. We couldn't make any sense of what he was saying, so I walked over to the drawer and opened it up. Inside was a young girl, probably no more then 16. She lay there fully clothed, but I didn't recognize her. I pulled out the drawer and everyone looked.

"There, there, do you see," Jasper exclaimed. "One minute I was looking at the wolf, then next her. What the fuck? I mean there was a wolf, right? I wasn't just seeing things, right?"

I opened up all of the drawers and only encountered the dead adults. None of the drawers held a wolf.

"What the fuck," I exclaimed as I walked over to the girl.

"How long ago did this happen," Clarke asked with a strained voice.

"I don' know…maybe…10, 20 minutes ago," he said and started babbling to himself again.

"Wait, 10, 20 minutes ago," I said thinking, "That was about the time the Priestess was speaking, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. Yeah it was," Nate said and the girls nodded in confirmation.

"Oh, my, God. It can't be, could it? No, it couldn't," I started to question myself as a thought began growing in my mind. "But that's impossible, isn't it?"

"What's impossible," Clarke asked.

"The wolves are connected to the prisoners. The prisoners are connected with the wolves. All of them are connected with Mother Earth. Is it possible that the wolves are also men and women?"

"What? You mean like werewolves," Monroe asked. "Like in fiction books?"

I nodded as my eyes widened in fear.

"But it's not real. Werewolves don't really exist, right? Right?"

"Clarke, look at her neck for me please," I whispered fearfully.

Clarke walked timidly and moved the girls hair and jacket, revealing her neck. It was burned in the shape of the shock collar. My legs couldn't hold me and I collapsed onto the floor. The girl bore the same burns as the wolf had. There were still ten prisoners and nine wolves.

"She's a werewolf," I whispered. "A real live, dead, werewolf."

"Oh my god, we killed a person. We killed a girl," Monroe moaned.

"We killed a pack member," Clarke said horrified.

"Ya see," Jasper said pointing at the girl, "Shit just got worse."