PREFACE
BPOV
It felt good to be free, in one sense of the word at least. The wind ripped through my hair, sending adrenaline through out my veins. I half expected the hallucinations to start up again. But, of course they wouldn't, Edward was with me. Well, not now, but he was here, in Forks.
Jake pulled up to the little red house that had been my refuge only three months ago. What a difference my life was. I was no longer milling around in my own personal Dark Ages, no, this was my Renaissance.
I followed Jake out to his small garage, just like old times. We sat in his 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit- a classic, as Jacob had called it. Jake looked deeply troubled. I wondered what was wrong. I hadn't seen him like this since the first time we had ridden the motorcycles-when he had told me about Sam and his Gang.
"There's been something that I wanted to ask you, Bella. That one day in April, when you said that it wasn't any of my business. What did you mean by that?"
"Oh, Jake."
"Did you really mean that?"
I sighed, "Yes."
"Okay, I think that I already knew that." His voice was resigned, like he had given up.
"Is this goodbye then, Jake?" I asked in a small voice.
"What do you mean, we still have years." Confusion colored Jake's tone.
"No, Jake, not years. Weeks are more accurate."
He started shaking uncontrollably. I had never seen him shake like this before.
"Weeks! He's going to change you into a bloodsucking vampire in a few weeks!" He managed to spit out through his vibrating lips.
"What do you expect, Jake, he's 17, and I'm getting closer to 19 everyday."
With that last remark being said, Jake exploded. I felt the frame of the car rip apart; it pushed me out onto the cement. I hit my head, hard. I looked up to see a very furious, very large, reddish-brown werewolf facing me. I could tell-from his eyes-that he had no control.
His eyes looked just like James' eyes when he couldn't take the blood lust anymore. My heart rate sped up; it felt as if my heart was trying to escape from my chest, for how hard it was hitting my ribcage.
Jacob growled at me. It was a terrifying sound, more terrifying than I had ever heard from werewolf or vampire. He slashed at me with his huge claws. I felt the skin on my stomach break. He tore at me again, this time at my neck.
The blood was leaving my body at a startling rate; the smell of it was pulling me under the water. Just like a year ago, this time I wasn't sure if I was ever going to come out again.