P R E F A C E
Now I could really tell that I was destined for death. I mean, we all die but I assured myself that my death would be different.
And more painful.
I watched as they protected me, their arms forming a circle. From their chests erupted loud growls, my mind hoping that the enemy would cower away from the sound.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die. I repeated.
The more they growled, the more that the enemies were provoked. I wanted them to stop and just come after what they want: me.
Is it so hard for them to do such a thing? Just hand me over to them, I want to say but no matter how much I've argued to them about this, I would never be followed.
The sudden worry and pain entered in my mind, fresh and new. It was the same that I've experienced in the past year, only worse. There wasn't a gun on anybody's hand or blood scattering all over the wet, damp ground. There were only growls—ear-shattering growls.
A fresh stream of tears went down my cheeks. Why me? Of all the people in the world, why me? If I didn't have anyone then my life would have been normal and easy.
But after it all, I'm thankful. In my life, I've never wanted death to come later when I'm old and weak—I wanted it to happen when I want it. It's useless to live a life when you can't live with it yourself.
Another loud, thundering growl erupted into the air, making me snap back to reality. This time, the growl was neither one of my protectors. The growl belonged to the black wolf with gold streaks, I knew pretty well who he was. His eyes bore into mine, shooting invisible daggers at my direction.
"Just give her to me and I'll be gone." A soft and soothing voice said. My head snapped to the right as I heard her, my eyes widening in disbelief.
Her hair was wildly being thrown around like uncontrollable flames, her eyes a more grueling crimson than the last time I saw her. There was a menacing smile on her face as my eyes mirrored recognition.
Death was coming to me soon. I could feel it—two enemies clashing into one point of my life just for my death. I felt really special right now. Like a fugitive, a target.
"You're not touching her." Jacob spat at Victoria, his hands holding mine.
"Don't talk to me, wolf." Edward said through clenched teeth, facing the black wolf. "I won't lay any mercy on you, I swear."
I suddenly felt insecure about all this. This was all going too fast. In less than five minutes, I will die. That felt like a small amount of time to tell Jacob how much I loved him.
"Oh, she's mine alright." Victoria said in a high-pitched voice. She coiled into a small figure and sprang up above Jacob's head, making me scream.
At that exact moment, I felt my life rush away from my weak, human hands.
