Preface

The bronzed haired, angel faced boy had stolen my heart in the midst of a perfect twilight only to return it bruised and broken beyond repair in a desolate forest under a bloodied moon. For months after I walked the rainy streets of Forks, Washington a former shadow of myself. At school I crossed every T and dotted every I, while at home my time was divided between cooking for a concerned father and losing myself in dreamless slumber.

My heart was frozen.

And on a stormy afternoon in La Push, my body joined my heart