Two weeks after the ten year anniversary of the Volturi converging on La Push Claire Ateara woke, sitting up with a gasp. Quil, her husband sat up beside her, looking around for danger, his body coiled and ready to react. He felt his wife tremble beside him, her body coated in sheen of sweat.
"What's wrong?" Quil asked in concern.
"The Mother is coming," she murmured quietly.
"Who is coming?" he asked in alarm.
Claire put her legs over the side of the bed and switched the lamp on her bed side table on. The images from her dream were still fresh in her mind, vivid and real. She knew deep down this was no normal dream.
"Claire," Quil urged, "talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."
"We need to talk to Grandfather," she said tiredly.
"Baby, it's three in the morning," he replied in confusion. "Grandfather is still probably asleep."
"This is important, Quil." She said sharply.
Sighing Quil got up, tugging on pants and grabbing his cell phone. He dialed the number for his grandfather and watched his young wife getting dress mechanically. He observed her as he hung up and dialed his Alpha informing him of what was going on.
Claire waited for him by the front door with the keys to the car in hand. She let Quil lead her to the car. He gently pushed her into the passenger seat and buckled her in. He jogged around the front of the car and slid into the driver's seat and then they were on their way.
A short drive later they pulled up the Grandfather's house and found Jacob Black sitting on the front steps waiting for them. Quil helped Claire from the car and they walked hand in hand into this grandfather's home.
"Come child," the aged voice urged. "Come speak to me granddaughter. What have the spirits told you?"
"Grandfather," Claire said thickly, "The Mother is coming."
"What did you say?" the elderly man asked sharply.
"The Mother is coming. We need to prepare," Claire said with tears in her eyes.
"Tell me everything," was his reply.
"She is in danger, Grandfather. She and her kin are being hunted and slaughtered. Should those seeking to eliminate her succeed, all will be lost." Claire said with a distant look on her face. "There was a voice speaking, wise and aged."
"Speak child," Old Quil encouraged. "What did the Wise One say?"
"Guard and guide like the Protectors of Old.
Unite irrevocably with the ones that are Cold.
Seek The Mother and Protect her well.
The life she carries in your lands must dwell.
Enemies become Allies as the leaves turn gold.
The Enemy of your enemy will become bold.
Keep her kin safe and reap the reward.
The Final Battle takes place at the fords.
Children of the Moon are on the hunt.
The Protectors must willingly bear the brunt.
Protect them all lest all be lost.
The Mother must survive no matter the cost.
Take heed spirit warriors one and all.
Guard the Mother or you all shall fall.
Join with your enemy to fight this foe.
New alliances will change the world that you know.
Guard and guide like the Protectors of Old.
Prepare yourselves, ally with those that are Cold."
Claire's voice rasped and she seemed to deflate as she finished speaking. Quil held her as she trembled from the exertion of what she had Seen and been told. Closing her eyes she leaned into her husband's embrace.
"What the Hell?" Jacob asked in alarm, looking towards his long-time friend and his grandfather. "Tell me this is a joke. We've had relative peace for nearly ten years!" he began, his voice getting louder as he spoke. "Tell me this is a joke; tell me that this isn't what I think it is. Please!"
"Calm, Alpa," Old Quil commanded. "Contact the Elders and Council. Contact the Pack. War is coming."
"Who is The Mother?" Jacob asked sharply.
"There is an old legend about The Mother. The Mother would come and her line would save us all." Old Quil replied. "The Mother will bear the line that will lead to the greatest generation of Warriors to ever walk the earth. Now go, gather the others. We must prepare, The Mother is coming!"
"The Mother is coming," Claire whispered staring off into space. "The Mother is coming…"