You know what, I'm putting a hold on that chapter until I get a little help. In the meantime, enjoy this chapter. Peace Shifter Group.
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                 My point of view:
    Last night I was deep into some kind of dream? I don't know.
    Anyway, it was about that vibe I got from when I was at the burning lodge. It was the same vibe, except worse. I'm alone in my puppy form. Al refuses to talk to me.
    Now the vibe is right on top of me. But who could be watching me? Whoever he/she was, that person wasn't a good guy.
    I hear somebody scream. No! It's Silver! She, she's dead! I heard another scream. This time it was Spring. Spring shifted?
    I heard maniacal laughter. It, it was all around me. All around me? What's going on?
    Suddenly a whole bunch of men appeared around me with black armor and all sorts of weapons. I'm surrounded. Then, I see that same man from earlier and my nightmare.
    "What do you want. What do you want!" I yelled. More maniacal laughter. Behind the man were two men dragging a half conscious Charlie who had all sorts of cuts and bruises. He didn't look so good.
    Without warning I watch in horror as the man shifted into a wolf so deadly looking I can't bare the site of him.
    He began to stalk his prey. I'm forced to watch Charlie being tortured. Then in one swift movement Charlie's neck is sliced open. I completey restrained.
    I don't know what to think now. So many emotions overcome me.
    The wolf growls wickedly. As if taunting me by the sheer fact I was at his mercy. Now I'm struggling for air.
    A guard has me by the neck and raised up high. The man shifted back and pulled out a silver hand gun. "Who are you?" I managed to choke out.
    Black spots cloud my vision. The man says "My dear boy, I'm your father's brother."he says before he puts the gun to my forehead and pulls the trigger.
    That's all I remember before I'm waking up under sweat covered sheets. Oh my gosh, I just had a vision. Is there a way to change it?
    I decided to shift into my puppy form and crawl into Silver's bed to be comforted by her arms. She, at first, looked surprised to see me. The she and I cuddled up in her bed where I eventually fell back asleep.
        Alpha's point of view:
    I was into deep sleep last might until I heard someone across the hall. The person sounded as if they were struggling. Immediately I went to find the source of the sound. It appeared to be coming from inside the room where Silver and her mate slept.
    When I walked in, I was expecting danger. Instead, I found sweat covered sheets and Silver cuddling up with her mate in his puppy form.
    Wow, they look cute together.
    I was about to close the door and leave when Hank  finally woke. "What happened Jake, it's three in the morning." he asked rather tiredly. "I don't know, but apparently Luke here had a terrible nightmare of some sort." I responded.
    "Well then, I'm in the mood for a little excitement. Let's see what this so called nightmare was. It shouldn't be that bad." said Hank.
   I was interested in what kind of nightmare the kid as well.
    As soon as I touched his forehead I regretted thinking about it. Because now, I saw everything. I was inside his dream merely a ghost. I watch as my sister dies and My possible mate dies. Then the fellow shifter is killed as well.
    I can't help but listen to the maniacal laughter echoing away. Then the most unbelievable part was shown. That man was taunting the kid. The same man Luke talked about very quietly.
    He was huge, ferocious, and Luke was at his mercy. The last thing I saw before the dream disappeared was the man's evil grin before Luke was shot in the head and left for dead
             7 hours later:
    I can't believe what kind of dream that kid had last night. I couldn't push it out of my head. Him so weak and innocent. I can't believe it.
    It had to be too good to be true right? Hank told me that dream was a vision. I couldn't believe it. It can't be true right? It can't end like that. He's supposed to be our savior. So why was he supposed to die like this?
    I just can't take it.
           My point of view:
Breakfast bacon tasted like cardboard and the eggs tasted like dirt to me. I couldn't eat anymore and lost my appetite and left unexpectedly.  Causing murmurs among the werewolves. I know why. But I ignored them and walked away from the pack house.
    I needed some time to clear my mind of an inevitable conclusion that was my fate. How was I going to save everyone if I died? I don't understand at all.