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Chelsea POV OUTTAKE November 1st 2015

I should be out training. There was really only so much we could do from the island, but training was one of them. Being Sunday didn't matter here on the island, almost hitting one year to the time we arrived to the island, I had changed the way many on here have been living. There were moments of rest sure, but this leisurely relaxed tone that lingered before Gabriel and I arrived no longer exists. "Sawyer finds Faith?" I ask with wide eyes, while Etta nods slowly, "Where?" when Etta frowns, I know nothing she has saw helps me with finding Faith.

"Here, look for yourself," Etta says and I watch her thoughts carefully, and there isn't much too it. Sawyer calls her, and says that she's found Faith. Closing my eyes I shake my head slowly. There's no way to hint to where Sawyer finds Faith, or what Sawyer either looks like, nor are there any changes with Etta.

"Well I'm having a bigger problem Chelsea, I'm not sure what to make of these dreams," Etta says sitting in my office, a file and thick black book lay on her lap, "on the news, this little girl is missing," Etta hands me a paper from her lap, and with Remy sitting next to me, I hear her hands flying over the keys, tapping away. Before I even see the girl on the paper, Remy has the news brought up on the projection wall.

All the new and old information being lined up next to the girl.

She's young, just thirty months.

Gwendolynn Rigby.

Brown eyes.

Brown hair.

Last seen in Half Moon Bay Mall in Half Moon Bay, California.

"Okay what dreams?" I ask Etta.

"Chelsea she's the daughter of two cursed wolves," I nod, already heard the story I think, because not only have I heard the story but I've also been updated in the situation from Kaden after noting that Mya Jones' children were in fact Rigby children.

"And they don't have better security," I shake my head, "Even on this island Ava had guards."

"If they didn't want their child taken you'd think they'd protect her," I tsk. Etta and Remy frown but even their thoughts are cut short. "You both are thinking it," I shrug.

Neither women make a comment, on my statement, but Etta only shakes her dark waves of hair, "okay so that is the girl from the news," I nod putting the paper down.

"Two years ago I had a dream," Etta says her accent thick, and honey eyes gaze at me, until she slowly closes them. After some a short amount of time, we've come to a process, Etta sharing what she's seen. Everyday, she shows me a few things that over the years she's collected, keeping track of events yet to happen and some that have.

Inhaling I enter Etta's mind, it's Sawyer, maybe a year older or even as she is right now, fighting full force. Thrashing around, it's not a beautiful fight, nor is this a wolf I recognize. And from Etta's point of view this wolf, dark brown, with glowing red eyes, there's something off about this. Attacking Sawyer, even when she has this wolf in a hold, it continues to fight, snarling and biting her forearm, the shock gaining it's release.

Instead of changing, or running, it attacks Sawyer once again.

Going for blood, "Shift! Shift or else I'll kill you!" Sawyer shouts, holding her ground, the leaves around her all littered with color, reds, oranges, yellows – dark fall colors. Her eyes glow a dark blue, different from their brilliant green. As though she hadn't given a warning the wolf attacks again, a manic thirst in their eyes.

Leaves, dirt and blood cover Sawyer's skin like a camouflage.

It's quick work, in excellent skill, Sawyer gets a few injuries but in the end she takes the wolf down, panting when she throws the dead animal off of her body, her injuries sprouting blood as it heals. One second. Then another. Two more and the wolf slowly begins to transform back into a human body, small human feet.

"That size of the wolf and it's a small-" I start asking Etta when the size of the wolf, doesn't relate to a bigger human, slowly more of the human gets revealed, dirt covers the human body, blood, soaking pale skin. Smaller hands from paws are exposed and as more wolf fades and human shows, it's easy to make out that the wolf Sawyer just killed as in fact a small child.

The currently missing small child – Gwendolynn Rigby, "She-s oh no – she's a – Lynn – this – oh – what did I just – no – no – no," Sawyer mumbles her eyes filled with panic and confusion, her hands quickly assessing the already gone life form before her, "What did I do? What did I do-"

"This – it's Lynn," I sit back confused looking at Etta, who only nods, "you know I've told you about how my gifts work?"

"Yes. You have no control over what you dream or see, you never have the same dream twice, and you've never had a dream where events have changed and you see the outcome of the changes made. Even though two dreams may seem similar they are two different events," I parrot right back to Etta.

"Last night I had this dream." I watch the second vision that Etta shows me, completely enthralled; it's different, and yet similar. The girl that takes Sawyer's place in the dream is clearly an older Emerson, natural curls like her mother, her eyes the same unique combination of green, brown and a bit of honey specks. "I've dreamt your death," Emerson says as she looks for a way to end the wolf in front of her, same from the first dream, eyes red and deadly, snarling it takes not even a second to think over her words. It ends the same, slowly piece by piece when the wolf shifts from wolf to human after it's death, it doesn't reveal an older human, or smaller adult, instead it is the same girl, Gwendolynn Rigby from the news.

Etta opens her eyes, and I see how she's torn, and the confusion that has now been plaguing her.

Both of her daughters kill the same – "This is impossible... the child missing isn't a twin... and Emerson is clearly the second girl, how do you explain – she's aged but Gwendolynn looks the exact same... a child?"

"I don't understand," Etta says, "I dreamt of Sawyer killing this girl, and now, I've dreamt of Emerson killing her – but I've never not since I was fifteen and started seeing things, have I had this happen."

"But the change in Sawyer you've spoken of, it's happened by the time she's killed this child."

"Sawyer wouldn't kill a child knowingly," Etta, corrects me quickly.

I nod, saying nothing. Hell if this was switched and it was Ava in Sawyers position, I'd hope that even after knowing it was a child that Ava would fight to protect her self.

"So this missing child is something we have to worry about," I state. From the outside it doesn't look as though we need to get involved, but as Etta said, she doesn't have the same dream twice and she has never dreamt of things when they've been altered by a decision.

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Bright and early Monday I revert back to my scheduled training with Oakley and Lux, and also taking a look into what happened with Gwendolynn Rigby, it wasn't a supernatural problem from the outside, but with what Etta has seen, it turns into one. There are many unanswered questions but as I sit down with Remy nearly late in the afternoon after a grueling training session, a panicked voice interrupts my train of thought after all day of tuning everyone-

Chelsea! Chelsea can you hear me? Please answer me it's Sawyer, something is wrong – after knowing what Etta revealed to me when Sawyer first left... though the girl knew what she was since she was seven years old, she still hadn't full accepted her role. She pushed away her supernatural self, refusing to accept who and what she was fully. Going to Derby California was a journey that would help her grow, achieve who she was meant to become according to Etta.

Chelsea one of the Robert Delaney people are here.

She's in the King house, her name is Tory Bandeleer–Trent, and she works at Dusty Wilde Institute and her husband is William Bandeleer–Trent, I was in the house with them, she tried to poison Grayson. She put monkshood in the macaroni, and I think she sprayed something on the fork Grayson - touched the fork! Panicked she probably isn't aware that she's reaching me still, her thoughts chaotic as I reach out to Gabriel, letting him know we needed to go with Lux, while contacting Logan.

Logan, get Etta and Reese and bring them to Sawyer's house outside of Derby, she has an Elder mole inside the Kings house.

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