unbroken (unexpected series)

Chelsea POV OUTTAKE November 1st 2015

A/N: NOT EDITED.

        

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.