When I was six years old, I visited La Push for my aunt Ruby and cousin Embry. One day, I went to the store with her, and sat behind the counter. I saw a gorgeous boy my age came to the counter with his mom. He had brown eyes that reminded me of melted chocolate, and he smiled at me. I asked him his name: Seth Clearwater. I never saw him again. Well, sort of. After awhile I forgot his name, and he was just nameless face.

Each month, I had a dream. And each year, it felt like I was being transported into the dream myself, so I was aware that it was a dream, and that I had the dream each year. As I grew, so did the people in my dream, their age matching my own. Actually, it was only one person.

When I was six, the dreams started. I would be on a little swing set outside my house. A boy with brown eyes that reminded me of the melted chocolate Mamma made during Halloween. He had straight black hair, and a muscular body, even for a boy so young. He would walk up to me, and ask if he could swing. Of course I said yes. The second he started talking to me, I fell with a little girls crush. He was sweet and was always smiling, which made me smile. After swinging hand in hand for a little bit, he asked if he could show me something. I said yes, and he led me into he woods. We walked quite a bit, still talking about our favorite foods, drinks, candies, TV shows, and stories. Then, he let go of my hand, walking away. I felt tears form in my eyes as I thought he was abandoning me. But, he told me it was okay, he would be right back. I let him go, and he came alright. But, he was a large and majestic, sandy colored wolf. I screamed and woke up.

As the months and years went on, the first Saturday of every month, I would have the dream. Except, over time, it changed. Around ten, it changed from swing set to outside of a school. There were always a lot of trees, and it was almost always raining, but mystery boy always held my hand and led me into the woods anyways, and I always followed.

When I was thirteen, the dream shifted to walks on the beach, where he changed into a sandy colored wolf, almost blending in with the shore. We held hands, talking about our friends, talking about our lives, and what it was like to live where we did. We talked about our interest's and the things we did to pass time. I was slowly falling in love with the boy of my dreams-literally. Then, he would change into a wolf at the end of the dream. Since I knew what was coming, I never screamed, but pet him and he would lick my face, making me laugh. Then, he changed back, and he would kiss me on the cheek before saying he ad to go. I was always pained when he ran off into the woods, and that's when I woke up, smiling.

When I got older, and guys asked me out, I would never say yes, because I never thought about anyone except my dream boy, my wolf. But, I never told any of my friends, even in conversations about boys. If someone asked what my dream guy was like, I couldn't say, "He has to be very muscular and tall, and he has to have a deep, husky voice, oh, and did I mention he as to be a werewolf?" Yeah, not gonna happen. So, I kept dreaming of him, talking with him, and smiling at him, oh yeah, and helplessly falling in love with him. The first Saturday of each month, I was happy for a night.

Seth's Dream

When I was about six, I was dragged along to the store with my mother, but in the end it turned out to be okay. We were checking out and behind the cash register was a little girl my age. She had emerald green eyes that reminded me of Mamma's jewelry, and beautiful ebony curls. She smiled, dazzling me, even without her two front teeth. I smiled back and she asked me my name, and I told her. Then I asked her what her name was, and she told me: Ali Call. I soon forgot her name, and sometimes pictured a lovely face with ebony curls and emerald eyes, but no name.

Then, when I phased into a wolf, I began having a weird dream each month, on the last Saturday of each month. Every time I dreamed, it was as if I was transported into it, and I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. I ran through the woods, and to the beach, where a beautiful girl with dark ebony curls and emerald green eyes sat on the beach, looking expectant. When I broke out of the forest, she turned and saw me, smiling wide. I found myself smiling back, feeling as if I should know her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and when I couldn't stand he distance anymore, I walked towards her, sitting next to her in the sand. I instinctively took her hand in my own, and she acted as if I'd done this for years. We talked a lot, her asking me questions about my life and La Push, and I asked her the same. I asked her what her favorite color was, her favorite food, candy, soda, coffee flavor ice cream flavor, everything I could think of. I wanted to know as much as possible about her before I had to wake up. We walked down the beach, and in hand, talking and I found myself falling in love.

I decided to show her I was a werewolf. And I did. She didn't scream, but acted as if she already knew it was going to happen. Over time, as the dreams repeated, I noticed that I would remember things to, and it would be the same dream over and over again, and I knew exactly was would happen, and when I had to leave the dream. It was weird, but I always embraced the time I had. My favorite part of the dream was when I would wrap my arms around her waist, and she leaned her back against my chest. I held her close, whispering declarations of love into her ear as we listened to the waves on the shore, and I listened to the sound of her heart. I always ached for her when I woke up the next day.

No one on the pack knew about her because after the dream happened, I would forget until the next time. It was so weird, and I was confused every time I fell asleep, I always prayed to god in my dreams, asking for me to remember. But I never did.

Until he day I saw her again.