ChApTeR tHrEe

"BELLA!" Alice shouted, she was about 10 miles away from me, and I guess she wanted to regroup. Was there a problem hunting here? And was it just my hyperactive imagination, or was her voice panicked? I ran over to her, taking about half a minute. When I caught sight of her, I immediately relaxed. It didn't look like anything was wrong.

"Alice, what's up?"

"Shhh, I found a couple of grizzly bears, they're over here." I crept along behind her, finally catching their scents, then I let my hunting senses take over.

It was fun to hunt the grizzly bears, much more enjoyable than elk or deer. It tasted good too. Even better than a mountain lion, according to Alice.

"Alice, can we go ahead and go to the cabin?" I pointed to my near-demolished silk cocktail dress (I was dressed by Alice).

"Ugh, yeah. I can't believe you ruined another dress!"

"Well, too bad. I don't like it anyway."

"You'll like it better when you're home again."

"What?"

"Nothing…" She smiled sheepishly.

"Alice…"

"Come on, we'll ride back to town and go shopping!"

"Fine" We ran together towards what looked like a little log cabin. I changed into a white cotton dress (one from my honeymoon) and silk ballet slippers. Alice looked at me sadly.

"That dress is for comfort wear!"

"And?" I said with a waiting smile.

"At HOME."

"Too bad." I replied; somewhat sick of her tiny silk cocktail dresses.

"Well, come on."

"Umm, Alice, we'd better take the buggy," I said, as she started skipping to her Porsche, "your Porsche isn't exactly conspicuous."

"Fine." She replied grudgingly.

We drove at about 200 mph, so we got there fast enough, that's for sure. We found a mall big enough for Alice and simple enough for me, and ended up spending $5,000 (I only spent about $300).

I decided to call Edward again. (ring, ring, ring, ring)

Still no answer. I checked my messages: still no reply from my earlier messages.

The same thoughts came up. I needed a new imagination. A less-panicky one.

"Alice?" I questioned tentatively; we were in line to board the flight back home after a somewhat-boring week (though the grizzly bears did taste wonderful). Earlier, when we were buying the tickets (with many awed looks from the male receptionists), I had checked my messages: I still had no reply from any of the Cullens. Again.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think something's happened? I mean, we haven't heard from them in about a week, and usually Edward's so keen to check up on me…."

"Hmmm, I can't see anything," (talking, of course, of her "sixth sense"),"but that might just be Nessie or Jacob…. Well, nothing too bad could've happened."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." But I couldn't relax the whole ride home. Even in the short ride run back to Forks.

And then I knew why.

We were staring at a burnt-down white house. As we looked around, we discovered that the shed was burnt down, as were the garage and workshop. Even Edward and I's cottage was history.

"Umm, Alice" My voice was shaking.

"Y-yes?" Hers was too.

"What happened?" (as if she would know)

No reply. We both knew that this was done on purpose. But by who?

We ran through the woods, towards the borderline. Hopefully the wolves would know what had happened, and be waiting to tell us.

Hopefully.