Disclaimer: Anything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. The rest is mine!
Prologue
As I faced my enemies, I knew I would die fighting today. I had already lost one important part of my world. I wasn't about to lose another. I sunk into a crouch and bared my teeth, letting a hiss escape. I was aware of the others telling me to stop, to wait, but I wanted nothing more to skip the pleasantries and get down to business.
We all knew what was going to happen here, it was inevitable. So why prolong it? I scanned the crowd - choosing my first victim - when I saw him, lingering behind our enemies. He winked at me and new hope sprouted. I was pretty sure we could do this and make out alive in one piece...