*Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is originally from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series

Prologue

She was in a clearing surrounded by a dark fog, thick and black. Everything seemed... unreal, like in a dream; but she knew it couldn't be, because she never slept. Her senses were dulled, making her feel vulnerable; which was just as impossible as sleeping, she never felt vulnerable, defenseless, inferior. This couldn't be happening, it was impossible.

The fog shifted, moved; there was something there, something powerful, something more dangerous than she. For the first time she could remember, she felt afraid; totally unnerved by her surroundings. She whirled around, but nothing was there. She was sure that someone, something, was there. Something flashed by her, behind and to the right, again she turned; only to switch direction, and look back to her left. She shivered; there was more than one. She felt cold; which was also wrong, she never felt hot or cold, or anywhere in-between... Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong.

She felt something behind her, but this time she waited, then slowly, cautiously, she turned to face it. It was massive, bigger than any animal had a right to be; it could only be one thing, but that didn't make sense, nothing made sense. She couldn't see it clearly, only a dark shape in the fog. Then it started moving toward her, slowly drawing nearer, she glimpsed it's thick, long fur; then she saw it's eye's; she stumbled backward, then froze. She could feel it's eyes holding her, eye's so full of malevolent loathing and despite; and anger... Terrified , she broke free and ran.

She ran blindly, not bothering to look where she was going, but she didn't have to look to know. She couldn't hear it's footsteps, but that only made her run all the faster; she knew it was coming. Her breath came in gasps and her legs weren't functioning properly; everything was wrong, and she knew that it had something to do with- No, it couldn't be them, this thing was bigger than any of them, and it's scent... A movement caught her eye, she tried to see what it was; and as she twisted her neck around, she felt the ground give way beneath her. Off balance, she fell; hard. Winded, she lay there, face down on the damp forest floor; eyes closed, she tried to wish it all away: the terror, the trees, the fog, the-

She rolled over onto her back, and stopped. Massive paws were inches away from her feet, her gaze traveled up it's legs to it's chest, and on to it's neck, taking in every detail. She didn't want to see it's eyes again; but she ended up gazing into them all the same. It leaned closer to her, never breaking eye contact; if she had a heart it would have stopped. All she could see was glittering amber as the creature's eyes seemed to fill her vision; malice, loathing, despite, anger, frustration, anguish, torment, longing and despair washed over her, drowning out all thought.

When her vision cleared, it was gone as if it had never been. Scrambling to her feet, she began to look for traces it might have left behind. She was just about to leave when she saw it, a single track; the only trace it had left for her to find, and as she looked at it, it too, vanished. It obviously wasn't a wolf...

When she regained consciousness, she reached for her phone, ignoring her family's worried stares; nothing could make her postpone this phone call.