The Break of the New moon - A Sam Uley fanfic

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Skylar's P.O.V

I had dreams.

Really wild dreams.

Dreams I couldn't explain because they were nothing like anything I had ever experienced before.

These weren't just flashes of images or distorted memories—no, these dreams were vivid, immersive. It was like I was living them, as if I had been transported through time itself.

I saw the tribe's history unfold before my eyes—the first attack from the Cold Ones, the birth of the wolves, the fierce battles that shaped the pack as it was today. I watched it all, powerless to change anything. I felt the raw terror of the victims, their pain searing through my body as if it were my own. I saw how a Cold One was created—how a simple bite turned a person into something else, something monstrous, something unnatural.

I saw the past of spirit talkers—the ones who came before me, the ones who had this same gift. But more importantly, I saw the future.

I saw Bella and Edward.

I saw them get married.

I saw Bella have a child.

And then—I saw her become a vampire.

My breath caught in my throat, even within the dream. How?

How was any of this possible?

I had no answers, but one thing was clear: the treaty had been broken, whether the Cullens wanted to admit it or not. And Edward—Edward was about to be very stupid and reckless.

Then something else appeared in the dream—something I couldn't shake even after I woke up.

A group of vampires dressed in black with haunting red eyes.

Their presence sent a shiver down my spine, even in my dream state. They weren't just passing through, they weren't aimless. They were powerful, organized—and worst of all, they were watching.

Watching us.

A suffocating weight pressed down on my chest as I stared at them, feeling their cold, unrelenting gaze boring into my soul. I didn't know what it meant, but something inside me screamed that they were dangerous.

The dream shifted again.

A flash of fangs.

A flash of blood.

A flash of war.

I gasped, my body jerking violently as I woke up. My chest heaved, my skin drenched in sweat. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my ears.

I barely had time to orient myself when I heard a voice.

"Sam! She's awake!"

Rachel.

She was suddenly next to me, pressing a cold glass into my shaking hands.

"Here, drink this. You've been out for a few days."

I swallowed hard, my throat burning like sandpaper as I tried to process what she had just said.

A few days?

The door swung open with force, slamming against the wall.

Sam and Paul practically fell over each other in their rush to get to me.

"Skylar!"

Sam looked like he hadn't slept in days, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion, his hair a mess from the constant raking of his fingers. Paul wasn't much better—his usual cocky expression was replaced with sheer relief, though the stress lines on his face were evident.

Sam dropped to his knees beside me, his large hands immediately wrapping around mine, grounding me. His warmth seeped into my skin, calming the tremors in my fingers.

I turned my gaze to Rachel, my brow furrowed. "How long?"

She exhaled heavily, running a hand through her dark hair. "Four days."

Four.

I blinked, the number rattling around in my head.

Four whole days of nothingness.

I looked back at Sam and Paul, feeling the weight of their concern.

Paul crossed his arms, nodding at me, but his usual teasing smirk was nowhere to be found. "You scared us, sis. The only thing we've had to go off was Billy repeating 'she will be fine, the spirits know what they're doing.'" He rolled his eyes and gestured toward Rachel. "Which, by the way, babe, is not very helpful."

Rachel smacked his arm, shooting him a look, but there was no real anger behind it.

Sam tightened his grip on my hands, pulling my attention back to him. His dark eyes searched mine, his voice softer now, laced with worry.

"You scared me, Sky," he admitted, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles. "What happened?"

I swallowed, my throat still raw, my mind a chaotic mess of images and voices.

Where did I even start?

I hesitated, my gaze flickering to Paul and Rachel, then back to Sam.

"I..." I tried to find the right words. "I saw things. The past. The future."

Sam's brows drew together. "What do you mean?"

I exhaled shakily, tightening my grip on his hands. "I saw everything, Sam. The first Cold One attack, the battles, the spirit talkers before me... And then, I saw what's coming."

His jaw clenched. "What's coming?"

I hesitated, glancing at Paul, who was now watching me like a hawk.

"I saw Bella and Edward getting married," I whispered. "I saw Bella pregnant."

Paul made a noise of disgust, crossing his arms. "That leech knocked her up?"

I ignored his outburst, pushing forward. "And then... I saw her as a vampire."

Sam inhaled sharply, his whole body going rigid.

"That's not possible," Rachel murmured, shaking her head.

I nodded. "That's what I thought too. But I saw it, Sam. It's real. And that's not even the worst part."

Paul scoffed. "What could possibly be worse than a newborn vampire Bella?"

I hesitated. "There was a group of vampires. Dressed in black, red eyes... They felt different. Powerful."

Billy's sharp inhale from the doorway made my blood run cold.

"The Volturi," he murmured.

I turned to face him fully. "The what?"

Billy wheeled himself into the room, his expression grim. "They are the enforcers of vampire law. The most ancient, powerful coven in existence. If they're involved, this is bigger than we thought."

Sam's grip on my hands tightened. "Why would they care about Bella?"

I frowned, my mind racing. "I don't know. But... I saw them watching. Waiting. And I saw..." I swallowed. "Blood. War."

A thick silence settled over the room.

Paul finally broke it with a humorless chuckle. "Well, isn't that just great?"

Sam ignored him, his focus entirely on me. "Did Ephraim say anything about this?"

I hesitated.

Ephraim Black had warned me. Told me to be prepared.

And now, I knew why.

"They're coming," I whispered. "And we need to be ready."

Billy nodded solemnly. "Then it's time."

"Time for what?" I asked, my stomach twisting.

Billy's eyes met mine, filled with something I couldn't quite name.

"For you to fulfill your role as a spirit talker."