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Prologue

Tears and Betrayal of Kin

Tuesday, September 16, 2011

Forks, Washington

I looked around the forest as we walked, frowning to myself. Something was off about Edward today, but I couldn't pinpoint what. He had been quiet for most of the week, and I had a feeling it had something to do with me.

"Stop," Edward spoke, and I halted. I looked back. I could still see the house I lived in with Charlie.

Some walk.

"What is it, Edward?" I asked, crossing my arms. My boyfriend sighed. "We're leaving, Bella," he said. I froze. "What? No!" I cried, "You can't! No, don't just leave me here! I need you!"

Edward growled. "I'm no good for you, Bella!" he snarled. "Don't you understand? What happened with Jasper should have been expected, because it's in our nature to hunt humans! And he has the most trouble with his thirst!"

I felt tears run down my cheeks. "Did you ever really care?" I snapped. He looked away, and my face hardened. "I get it," I whispered, "the weak, pathetic little human isn't good enough for you!" I screamed the last part at him, and then a sob escaped my lips. "Fine! You want to leave? Then LEAVE!"

He winced, and then he was gone.

My knees hit the cold forest ground with a soft thud. Tears streamed down my cheeks like a waterfall, and I couldn't do anything to stop them.

"Isabella," I heard a familiar voice say, and I looked up into the frowning face of my great-great grandmother, Annabelle Desire Swan. She still looked as young as she had when I first saw her, fifteen years ago. Long brown hair that reached her waist and was held up in an elegant bun, and green eyes that held knowledge beyond their years.

"Nana Belle?" I sniffed, looking up at her. She placed her hand to my shoulder, but I felt nothing but the air around me.

She smiled softly. "The Masen boy was not your true Soul Mate, my dear Flower," Annabelle said softly, a slight echo in her voice, "the one for you will not come for many months, though you will meet many who you could believe to be him."

I let a sob escape my lips. "But if he wasn't my Soul Mate, why does this hurt so much?" I asked with a frown. She gave her own frown. "Though he was not your companion, you did have love for him. Love does not die overnight. If he had stayed, you would have been forced to leave him once your True Love came for you."

I saw sense in that. "But it feels like I've been ripped apart!" I whispered. Nana Belle knelt beside me. "Because of this pain, you shall be taken on a long journey east. This pain shall lead you to your Soul Mate, and one day you will be thankful that he left when he did."

I sighed. "What do I do, Nana?" I asked.

She smiled. "On this journey, you will meet a man, by the name of Mason Lockwood. Trust him, keep him a close friend and ally. You are both the same; lonely and neglected. He will be the only one to help you through the hardships you are given."

I nodded, and with a whisper of wind, she was gone.

It had been four months.

Well, around that, at least. I had been a shell, hardly eating and I hadn't said a word since my talk with Nana Belle.

Currently, I was sitting in the car with Charlie as he drove me to the airport. He was forcing me to go live with my mom in Florida. I had been angrier than ever when he told me with a heavy fist on the table. Since then, which was two weeks ago, I hadn't cooked his dinner, so he had been in an even fouler mood.

He left me with my luggage at the entrance. Not a single goodbye was said. He just left, not even looking back. The luggage was a small carry on bag, because my winter stuff would do me no good in Florida. I sighed, got my passport checked, and went to buy my ticket.

The line was long, around a five-hour wait. So, instead, I slumped down on an empty seat next to a guy with dark brown hair and grey eyes.

The man looked at me and smiled. "Hey there!" he said cheerfully. I looked at him with raised brows. He chuckled. "I'm Mason, Mason Lockwood," he introduced himself.

My memory clicked, and I smiled back. "Isabella Swan, nice to meet you!"

Mason grinned. Damn, this guy likes to smile! "Any relation to an Annabelle Swan?" he asked. I nodded, eyes wide. "My great-great grandmother," I said slowly.

He held up his hands in innocence. "Sorry, but my great-great grandfather was friends with her!" he chuckled. I sighed, smiling again. "Sorry, that was just weird!" I grinned.

Mason put his bag on the floor. "Where you headed, Isabella?" he asked. I sighed. "Call me Bella," I said, "and my father is shipping me off to Florida to live with my mom."

"You don't sound too happy about that," he observed. I groaned. "I'd rather go to the North Pole!" I replied.

He punches my shoulder lightly. "Then why don't you come with me to Virginia?" he asks. "It's my older brothers funeral, and I could use some company!" I frown. "I'm sorry for your brother," I start, but he cuts me off. "He was a dick who deserved it, I just don't want to show up at my sister-in-laws house alone!"

So, with that, I followed him to the ticket booth and bought myself a ticket to Georgia, the closest place with an airport.

We both hopped onto the plane, and sat in our designated seats. Mason and I coincidently both had seats together near the windows. He turned to me with a huge grin. "So, tell me about yourself!" he said with enthusiasm.

For the remainder of the plane ride, which was a good five hours, we talked and laughed over stories and memories about our families. I had decided against forgiving my parents for shipping me off to each other, and planned to start a new life under a new name: Isabella Lupus.

Wolves had always been my favourite animal, and Lupus was wolf in Latin. Mason had laughed for a good five minutes, whilst I stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Then he explained how his family came from a long line of werewolves, the lycanthrope. I had blinked, then understood his reason for laughing and joined in. I knew that my family, the Swans, had come from their own long lineage, a lineage of witches.

As soon as the plane landed, Mason and I grabbed our bags and headed for the exit, smiling and laughing about insignificant things.

In a matter of hours, Mason Lockwood had become the closest thing I had ever had to a brother.

We rented a car, a beautiful Lamborghini Murcielago in white. I stared at it in shock, then laughed. Of course, only I could make friends with a super rich person. The car had soft leather interior seats, and was extraordinarily comfortable as we sat in it. I was behind the wheel, and Mason was instructing me how to get out of Georgia and into Virginia when my eyes drifted to the small mall we were in front of. I looked at him. "How many days until we have to be there?" I asked.

He thought about it for a second. "Five days, why?"

I smirked. "I need to shop, and this is the perfect place to do it!" was all I said before dragging him out of the car and into the mall.

We were both carrying multiple bags of clothes, shoes, and necessities, when I spotted a small boutique hidden in a corner. I glanced at Mason. "I want to get myself a tattoo," I told him, and he followed me into the shop.

A girl with bright orange hair and multiple face piercing glanced at us from under her magazine as we walked in. "What do you want to get?" she asked in a dark voice. I quickly told her, and she had a man walk in with a sketch pad to draw it out so she could print it.

Once the drawing was done, I smiled in satisfaction. It was a Celtic Pentagram, and in each of the five points were Celtic symbols for Witch, Werewolf, Vampire, Shape-shifter, and Cold Ones.

Soon, it was being needled onto my arm. I was numb to the pain, and the time passed quickly as I continued to talk with Mason, who was getting his own tattoo with another girl. His was on his chest, whilst mine was on my shoulder. He had decided on the same tattoo as me, so that we would be 'totally best friends', as he had put it.

Once they were done, we paid and went out of the mall.

As we piled into the car, and I began to drive, I wasn't watching the road. I was going through my purse for my phone when Mason yelled out, "WATCH OUT!", and I looked up to see me crash into a young motorcyclist before my world erupted in pain.

"Bella?" I heard someone ask.

I groaned, opening my eyes to see Mason looking at me with a worried expression. "Hey, Mase," I muttered, blinking.

He gave a sigh of relief. "Thank god," he murmured, kissing my forehead. I frowned. "What happened?" I asked. He bit his lip. "The car's fine, built like a bomb that one, but the guy we ran into…"

I felt my eyes widen. "He-he isn't dead, is he?" I asked. Mason sighed, then nodded. I felt a tear slip down my face, and groaned. "Let me guess. I'm in a hospital?"

Mason nodded again, but continued. "That's not the only thing, Bella," he whispered, looking around. I raised a brow. "What is it, Mase?" I asked.

He grimaced. "Bells, in 1924, one of your ancestors married my ancestor, and my family carries the werewolf gene…"

I gasped. It couldn't be, I mean, I had heard of hybrids before, but being a witch and a werewolf at the same time? That was unheard of. Witches normally isolated themselves from other supernatural beings like werewolves and vampires!

"Please, don't tell me that I'm a werewolf!" I whispered, worried eyes trained on him. He only looked away, confirming my fears.

I was a lycanthrope.