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Chapter one: The Accident

"We are not lost."

Tara sighed and leaned against the window. "Yes we are, Caelon."

They had been driving for hours, trying to get to La Push.

"It's never taken this long before." Caelon was muttering to himself as he tried to read the map, stained with coffee. "I've been driving here since I got a license."

He fumbled around with it for a few more minutes, but then gave up, wadding it up and throwing it at Tara.

"Hey!" Tara caught it before it hit her. "I told you we should have carpooled to the beach, like everyone else," Tara nearly screamed.

"There wasn't enough room, remember?"

"Can't you at least call someone for directions?"

Caelon glared at Tara, shouting, "Look, it's not my fault that the map is completely unreadable! Somebody just had to take the top off of their Starbucks cup!"

"I thought it was empty! Anyway, I told you the GPS was broken! If you'd only listen to me-"

"Shut up already! I'm underenough pressure as it is, and I don't need you-"

"Don't yell at me. . ." Tara whispered. Large tears started rolling down her cheek. "I'm sorry I made us get lost."

Caelon put his arm around her. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. We should have gone with everyone else." He leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Cay, pay attention to the road." She dodged his lips and pointed at the empty stretch of forest ahead of them. "Hey, we're almost out of gas."

"Shoot. Look at the map and see where Forks is. I know it's up here somewhere."

Tara tried to make sense of the brown mess in her hands. "Um, we passed it 40 minutes ago. There's nothing from here to La Push."

"Great." He slammed a fist on the dashboard.

"Cay, I'm tired." Tara leaned on his shoulder, half asleep.

Caelon took this as his chance. He put a hand beneath her chin, and kissed her full on the lips, smooth and hard.

"Caelon, look out!" A huge tree had fallen in the middle of the road. Caelon tried to push the brakes, but he hit the gas instead. The car crashed into the tree at full speed. It flipped over. That's when everyone screamed.

The air was filled with the deafening sound of shattered glass and crunching metal. Finally everything became quiet, except for Tara's wailing.

"Tara, are you alright?"

"My chest hurts," she gasped. "Caelon, I'm scared!"

"It's okay, babe. We'll be OK. Do you have your cell on you?"

"It's dead!"

"I can't reach mine. Tara, listen. You need to find a way out and go get help."

"What about you?"

"I can't feel my legs, Tara. I'm stuck. You need to go now!"

Tara's window was cracked all over. She punched it, breaking most of the glass off. She was able to crawl out, but her hand was covered in blood and she cut herself multiple times crawling out.

"Tara, in case I'm . . . gone when you get back, remember that I love you."

Tara cried even harder as she ran into the woods, bloody knuckles and all.

Miles away from the accident, a pack of wolves were patrolling their territory. Suddenly, a lanky white and tawny wolf in the lower ranks paused to sniff the air. He took off almost immedietly.

Where do you think you're going? The alpha snarled. The tawny wolf thought, I know what I'm doing, Sam. Then Sam felt what was rushing through his packmate's mind: a sense of longing, almost like magnetism, but also pain. Whatever was pulling him towards it was in trouble. A feeling very new to his friend, but one he was very familiar with.

Do what you have to do, Seth. Leah, go with him. Keep him out of trouble.

As if that were possible, Sam. Hey, runt, wait up!

Tara had been walking for an hour, but it felt like she'd been running all night. Her ribs burned with a searing pain, she had a cramp in her side, and she had no idea where she was going.

I need a break. . . she'd think to herself. She'd sit down for a second until- no, I need to find help soon. So she'd get back up and continue on. This mental struggle continued on and on.

Finally she broke herself down. She went to sit on a large rock not far from her, when she tripped on a branch and started tumbling down the hill. She had only been walking on the edge, and she didn't know that this was a very steep and rocky mount. She rolled faster and faster and faster until- thonk- she hit her head on a stone at the bottom. Her vision started to fade as she lay there. She couldn't move any part of her at all. She couldn't even call out for the help she had been searching for.

Seth ran like he'd never run before. In almost no time at all he was at Tara's side. He looked with horror and concern on her bloody, dirty face as he morphed back into human form.

"Leah!" he shouted. His heartbroken voice was burdened with pain, as if someone dear had died.

His sister came up, not having morphed back yet.

"This is her." Seth gently picked Tara's unconscious body up into his muscular arms. "Alert Sam and the pack to get Carlisle. I'll take her back home." Leah nodded in agreement and took off the way she came. Seth started running toward the Reservation, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms, now the most precious treasure he would ever find.