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The house was silent, it was silent for the first time in five days and I soaked it in as I walked downstairs to the living area that was how full of boxes of Christmas decorations. Emily had been taking the Christmas decorations down this morning but she had left at some point, she hadn't said why she had just called goodbye and left. Not that I was complaining, the last time I had had any peace had been when I lay freezing cold on the bench outdoors and that peace had been ruined by confused questioning inside my head.

I looked around the small house double checking that no one was here and nobody was. My eyes fell onto the bookcase I had been admiring for the past few days, it was full of books old and new but there was one that had caught my eye, one that was different to the others. I had paid closer attention since my walk in the woods, the images and words floating in my head had caused me to become obsessed I suppose, I had hung on each word spoken by the never ending trail of guys and the way they worded things. Patrol, pack,leech. None of it made any sense but they spoke as if it did, each time something was mentioned Emily would stare at me as if expecting me to say something or do something but I never did, I just listened and tried desperately to come up with a logical explanation. I had done so such thing, the only explanation I had thought of came straight out of a fantasy novel, the angry wolves Paul had talked about held control over this small tribe, hence the nerves and terror Emily and Sam had held when they heard that I saw one. Obviously, that explanation was wrong because supernatural things like that just didn't exist but it was all I had.

All I knew was that the wolves had been mentioned during Billy's stories and those stories were kept in one book and Sam happened to have one of those books, a very old one which had grabbed my attention as I sat and pretended not to listen to Sam organising a meeting with a pack, a pack of what I hadn't a clue but that book had caught my attention for a reason, or so I thought. And so now that I was alone for the first time in five days I was going to read that book and find out what the hell the people here are so afraid of.

I crept across the creaking floorboards to the living room, behind the sofa lay a huge wooden bookcase and on the middle row, in the middle position lay the book I wanted. My hand was shaking as I reached for it but why I felt so nervous and shaky I had no idea, it was just a book. It was a thick book, the leather cover held swirled writing on the front that looked like a foreign word, probably Quileute. It was a strange book, just like this was a strange place but I held it close to me and sat down on the cold sofa, my fingers trailing the writing etched into the front cover. If this thing didn't give me answers I didn't know what would.

The house lay still, no wind howled from outside, no beeping came from the oven timer, no laughter came from loud men, there was nothing. I liked nothing, it was peaceful and calm, a feeling I missed about living with just myself and my mom. I took me big breath before turning the front page and scanning the first page, it looked like an old fairytale book, the pages were crumbled from years of being read and it held a smell of dust and old paper. I kept turning, my eyes quickly scanning the words and glancing at the aged drawings, I kept turning and turning until I found the picture that halted me, a wolf.

Taha Aki

I didn't know what that was but the story was about it and so I steadied myself ready to read, the picture to the right was a huge wolf with smaller ones behind it, the alpha dog followed by his pack I suppose. Pack, one of the words Sam uses. Different context though, Sam didn't have wolves. I found the first sentence and read quickly, taking in as much as I could as I went although I distantly remembered a lot of it from Billy's story. I hadn't listened properly but as I read the words now it came back in a far recognition. It was a soothing story, a fairy tale that I had never heard before, a story of protectors and third wives which in my head meant knights and their princesses. Wolves and their ladies. This was a fairy tale book and nothing more; I had been drawn to a book of tales. I was an idiot. Old tales of tribes past, this stuff wasn't true, it couldn't be it was far too magical and strange. I led back on the soft sofa as I continued to read through the old stories of cold ones and battles, my eyes drooping as I went. I wouldn't fall asleep.

...

I was cold, colder than I had ever been before. Freezing flames rose up from my feet, my bare feet. I looked down at the ground and saw my feet hitting the mud and leaf covered floor, the frost bitten floor. It was so cold out. I wasn't sure how I got out here; I was amongst the trees, tall towering trees that let no light in. I could see my breath in front of me disappearing into the darkening air around me as I took sharp stinging breaths. This felt off, it was too dark, too quiet. Not even the birds were singing as I walked further and further into the trees. I shivered as a gust of deadly silent wind hit my body and my arms rose to cradle myself; there was no fabric on my arms, no fabric on my legs. I looked over myself, I was in a white dress that hung freely to my knees, it was light material holding no warmth to it. I had never owned a dress like this before, it was beautiful.

"You are beautiful" The low voice made me stop, my shivering body sprung up with goose bumps and a warmth washed through me as rough hands touched softly on my shoulders. "Come with me" The body behind me moved and I saw his face, his beautiful intimidating face.

"But you don't like me" I whispered back to him, my breath escaping my mouth in a sharp fog. His beautiful face only smiled back at me, a kind smile, a smile I wanted to see for real but he would never give to me.

"You should see this" His big hand held itself out for me, it was a much duller shade of tan I remembered him being, he almost seemed ghost like as he waited for me to take it. "You can trust me, I won't hurt you" His hand jerked for me again and mine reached back, I wanted to feel him but as my small hand linked into his he vanished. A fragment of my imagination. I was going crazy.

I stood still simply looking for Paul as I stood alone in the dark trees, nothing was out there. No one was out there, I was alone.

"Savannah, come this way" The voice was back, singing to me and I span around searching for his face. "I can't wait for you to see" He called out again and again I failed to find him.

"See what?" I asked back only to be met with the giggle of the girl, the girl I had heard the other day. Renesmee. I span around until I saw her, her soft pretty face smiling at me from beside a huge tree.

"What you have been searching for" She stared simply at me, her little hand reaching out for me to take but I didn't. If she vanished like Paul I would be all alone.

"Where am I?" I asked as I followed her through the trees, deeper into the thick greenery that turned blacker with each step I took.

"Where you left yourself of course" The little girl turned back to me, her face lifting in a bright smile that I didn't understand. I was where I left myself? I don't remember leaving myself in a nightmare, this place was a nightmare. As we walked in silence a branch snapped behind me, I span around to look but nothing was there, nothing.

"What was that?" I squeaked out and turned to face the girl but she was gone. "Nessie?" I called out in a whisper, no reply. "Nessie?" I tried again and moved forward but there was no reply.

"Have you found it yet?" A new voice made me jump and Kim walked out from behind a tree in front of me, her skin paler than it should be, her hair in long curls hanging down her back while she was dressed in a floor length plain white gown. This was one hell of a nightmare.

"F-found what?" I played along and walked toward her, her face uplifted in a smile and she looked behind her.

"You weren't looking hard enough, it's always been here"

"I don't understand" I followed her further into the trees where the darkening night became lighter, as if I was walking out into the real air.

"It waits for you through those trees, the place you've been looking for" She stopped and leant against a tree, her pale hand lifting to point at a gap through the trees that lay directly ahead of me. What was through there? I wanted to ask but when I looked for her she was gone. I didn't bother calling her name I knew she was gone, instead I walked for the gap, my cold feet walking slowly over the uneven ground.

I kept walking until I saw it, the clearing, it lay beyond the trees with a dull light gleaming down upon it giving it a soft glow against the winter darkness that ate at the trees surrounding me. I stood still as I reached the middle of the clearing, my eyes scanned the trees ahead of me but nothing was there.

"Savannah" Sam, I could hear Sam. I looked for him but he wasn't here, his voice was carried in the wind that hit my hair softly.

"What's happening?" I asked anyone who was listening, this made no sense.

"Look harder, the truth is right in front of you" Kim, I could hear Kim.

"Tales of wolves and cold ones" Allison, the wind carried her voice too.

"You're in wolf territory" Paul. I turned desperate to find him but he wasn't here.

"This is crazy" I whispered as I stopped twisting and turning and the hot hands came down on my bare shoulders once again, hot breath tickled my ear as the body enclosed on my back. Paul, the touch told me that.

"Are you scared?" He whispered and my eyes shut at the soothing feel of him near me.

"Should I be?" I whispered back, my eyes staying shut as I listened to the clearing.

"That depends"

"On what?" I turned my head upwards and toward him, his breath getting hotter against my neck as we stood alone in the dark clearing.

"Are you afraid of wolves?"

His soft voice turned louder as he spoke, an angry tone to his voice and I span around to look at him except it wasn't him, it was a wolf. A huge silver wolf with blood red angry eyes and teeth bore violently at me. A wolf. Paul had turned into a wolf. I stumbled back and as I did the wolf in front of me growled a low furious growl and lunged for me, no not for me, for my neck.

...

I jerked upright, my body jumping awake. It was dark, still so dark but I didn't feel any pain or hot blood dripping down my body, the wolf came for me. I should be hurt, maybe I was dead. My eyes scanned the ceiling, not the sky, the ceiling. I was indoors. Where indoors? I turned my head to see and I was met with familiar surroundings, Sam's house. My body ached, not painfully but tiredly. What was that? Was that real or just a horrible nightmare?

My eyes rolled over the room and stopped as they locked on a person, Sam. He was sat in the chair opposite the sofa just staring at me through the dim darkness of the house, it was pitch black outside and the only light in here was coming from a small lamp in the corner, it lit up his face and I saw the serious look he held as he stared down at me. I was on the sofa, I had fallen asleep. It was a nightmare; it had to be a nightmare.

"Sam" I croaked as I sat upright, the book I had been reading was no longer on my chest and as I looked at my brother I noticed it laying in his lap. Crap. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone through your things" I whispered as I sat myself back against the warm sofa, my body was hot and sweaty but the house was cold. Sam didn't say anything back to me he just watched, it was almost creepy the way he was sat there. How long had he watched me sleep? Why was he here? I couldn't tell if he was angry or upset, he was just staring.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and he leant forward placing the thick book on the small coffee table that lay between us before resting himself on his knees.

"We need to talk" He finally spoke and my heart plummeted, I hated those words. Those were the words my mom said to me the day she told me the truth about my father, the day she told me my grandparents were dead, the day she told me she had lost her job, it was the words the police officer spoke before she told me my mom was dead and now he was saying it, it never led to anything good.

"I'm tired" I whispered pathetically in an attempt to avoid whatever was going to be said but he shook his head.

"No, we need to talk now. You've been noticing things and it's not fair to lie to you anymore, you're not a child and this is your home. You need to feel safe here and this is the only way for you to do that" He stopped and looked up at me, he looked upset, like he was about to cry. "Just please, don't hate me for it"

"Why would I hate you?" I struggled to talk properly as he spoke the words he had whispered to me as I pretended to sleep. He had done something; maybe he was a crazy killer or something equally as dangerous. But then it was Sam, I knew Sam and he wasn't a killer or a psycho he was just Sam.

"This book, you read it?" He looked at the book on the table and I nodded slowly, I had before I fell asleep, before that horrible dream had eaten at me. "You read about our histories, our family history and our tribe"

"Our descendants" I offered and he nodded. "They are stories of wolves and cold ones, they are like fairytales" I mumbled but he shook his head this time.

"Fairytales are myths, these aren't some stories written for children Sav, these are our histories" He looked back up at me, holding my eye contact as he spoke through a shaky voice. "What did you see?"

My body froze at his words; did he know what I had dreamt? How could he know I saw things? What was he talking about?

"When you were out there what did you see?"

I frowned again; did he mean the dream or the other day? Not that it made a difference I saw the same thing both times. "Wolf" I stated simply and he nodded.

"I believe you Savannah, this isn't a joke. I just want to hear what you saw that day when you went for a walk" He spoke slower and lowered his eyes to his lap waiting for me to speak.

It took me a few minutes to gather myself, my fingers gripped at one another and I found myself struggling to find something to say but then the memories came into focus and I spoke what I saw. "I heard voices, a little girl. I followed it but I couldn't see her, she was talking to someone called Jake but I didn't see any one, not anyone but the wolf. You looked scared when I said it, so did Emily but none of you said anything, I thought maybe I was the crazy one but then Nessie came here, it was her voice but I didn't see her, or Jake. What was it?" I moved forward on the sofa so I was sat on the edge, I watched as my brother's eyes shut slowly and reopened, his face draining of the colour he did have.

"You did see Jake"

I cocked my head to the side trying to remember that day; I hadn't seen anyone but the wolf. He leant forward again and nudged the book to the edge of the coffee table in front of me. "You did see Jake" He repeated himself but this time his voice was firmer and I found my shaking hand reaching for the book, turning the pages until I found the wolf picture and the words talking through our descendants, Taha Aki.

"That's a kid's story" I whispered to myself more than anyone but Sam replied like he had heard me clearly.

"No" I looked at my brother, he wasn't joking with me. His expression was serious and true, why was he doing this? "It's not a storybook it's the history of our tribe, our pack. Those words are the truth; our tribe are descendants of shape shifters, wolves. You saw Jake in that clearing, he was the wolf. He was with Nessie, you didn't see her because she was catching snowflakes but you saw Jake, you looked right at him. We turn into wolves to protect the tribe"

"What are you doing?" I cut across him, my voice sharp with disbelief and anger at what he was saying. He was treating me like a fool, if he thought he could mess with me like this for entertainment he couldn't.

"You've been noticing things, it's only fair to tell you before you stumble across something you shouldn't and you get upset. You live here now, this is your home and you need to understand the family you come from. Our father carried the gene of shape shifters, when those carrying that gene sense danger we phase and we create a pack who protect the tribe"

"Shut up" I spat as I could no longer handle his words, lies. That wasn't possible.

"Savannah, this is the truth you wanted. You've been asking about the wolves, about our secrets and I'm trying to tell you. I'm not lying"

"Stop it" I tried again to shut him up, I didn't want to hear this.

"You've been looking for the truth, you've been listening to us, and you've been trying to find that clearing, you've been reading these legends, please believe me. I wouldn't lie to you"

"I said STOP IT" I flew up from my seat sending the book clattering to the floor at my feet, I couldn't handle this. I needed to get out, I looked to the door which was ajar only slightly, I had a clear pathway. I could get out; I could go and forget all of this. I started moving but he followed me, I moved faster as I reached the door and I ran out into the freezing cold night, it was spitting with rain but I didn't care.

"Savannah" A new voice yelled out for me and I stopped as I entered the muddy yard, Jacob was walking toward me with his arms outstretched as if surrendering. "Savannah, slow down and listen for a minute"

"I don't need to listen to anything, this is bullshit and I just need to go for a walk" I squeaked as I went to move around him but he followed me. Sam was stood on the porch just watching us and I realised I had got myself trapped by the two of them. I suddenly felt very unsafe in this place, the place that I was supposed to call home now felt like an edge of a cliff.

"Please, we aren't going to hurt you, the pack won't hurt you" He tried to move closer to me but I backed off.

"Pack?" I questioned and his eyes slipped to my brother stood behind me.

"Wolves, pack of wolves"

"This isn't funny Jacob, stop it" I pleaded but he shook his head.

"I'm not doing this to be cruel, you wanted the truth and this is it. I hadn't realised you saw me, I didn't mean to scare you. I take Nessie out when it snows and I didn't think you would be out there"

"You are all crazy, this is crazy" I mumbled and Jacob gave a little laugh causing me to jerk, he couldn't laugh at this.

"Sorry, would you let me show you something?" He moved slightly closer and I didn't move, I couldn't if I wanted to I was frozen. I simply nodded and watched as he turned his head to the trees he had just walked from and gave a whistle, as if calling for a dog.

I looked for Sam and saw him stood on the porch, watching with intensity and his body on edge, as if ready to run down here if needed but I didn't know why he would be like that.

"Savannah, don't freak out" Jacob spoke again and I turned back to him, only to let out a small scream as I saw what was approaching him from the trees, a wolf. A freaking wolf. A little wolf with light fur and oversized feet but still, it was a wolf. "Savannah calm down, you're safe, you're fine" Jacob walked for me and I stumbled away again. How was I safe? It was a wolf, an angry wolf who could eat me.

"Wake up, wake up" I whimpered to myself over and over as the wolf continued to walk toward Jacob, it's head bowed as if scared of me but it had no reason to be, it would eat me not me eat it.

"You aren't sleeping, this is real" Sam called out this time and I noticed his voice was closer than expected. "It's Seth, Seth Clearwater, you know him" Sam spoke again and my eyes found the wolf, its eyes lifted and I saw the kindness in them that the boy I knew had. But it was impossible, it couldn't be Seth. "He won't hurt you, we won't hurt you"

I looked back at Sam and I just lost it, this was insane. "What are you doing Sam? Why did you bring me here if you're going to screw with me? How can you say I'm safe here when you're all crazy and oh my god I need to leave" I turned looking desperately for an escape root but Sam's hand came down on my arm stopping me.

"Savannah please, you know me, I'm your brother. I wouldn't ever hurt you, you have to believe me. I would have done anything to keep you from this, I would have loved to let you go on not knowing but you asked for the truth, you looked for the truth and the only way to protect you is for you to know. Please, I'm not doing this to hurt you I'm only telling you to protect you, you have to believe me" He was pleading desperately, his grip on my arm wasn't tight and so I ripped myself from his grip. This was insane, he wasn't my brother, my brother was normal this guy was insane. This was insane.

"No, this is insane, I want to go home" I whimpered again before turning and sprinting for the dirt track, no one stopped me, the wolf even flinched from me as I sprinted past it. I had to get out of here.

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