Prologue
3rd person pov
A teenage girl driving in her truck had just left the rez at La Push. She was pushing her truck as fast as it would go to get home. She had left the bon fire on the beach unnoticed. The roads were slick with rain and thunder rumbled above her. Her face was stained with tears as pain seared through her. The driver saw a young deer in the middle of the road and swerved to miss it. Trying to get control of her car was difficult. Looking up she saw the drop and the trees she was heading towards. But it was too late. The last thing she saw was her windshield shatter and a tree branch head towards her. She struggled to get her seat belt off but she was pinned in and couldn't move. The smell of smoke made her struggle harder.
"Come on. Not now please." Her words echoed around her. Her fear increased with the realisation of never getting out.
She heard the sirens headed her way as the passenger door was pulled off and cold air hit her. "We will get you out soon. Charlie over here."
"Baby girl can you move?"
"Dad I'm stuck. I can't get the seat belt off."
"Charlie let me try something."
"Sam don't risk it if it won't work."
"The front of the truck is pinning her in. Anything is better than nothing." I felt a little of the pressure being taken off my chest. "Come on. Move move."
"Sam let him try."
The pressure was back on my chest but heavier. "Dad."
"Hold her still."
"Charlie the needle."
"She is going into shock."
There were too many voices but I couldn't identify any apart from my dads'. I felt a cold hand on my neck as a needle went into my arm.
"It's ok darlin'. We will have you out of this in no time. Everything will turn out alright."
Jasper.
Sleep Isabella.