Edward's POV
Months had passed and Bella was nowhere near remembering even who she was. Sometimes there was hope, when she remembered her name, her school, her favorite book. But then she would pause, as if she was trying to remember more, and then she'd relapse.
Her screams constantly haunted me. She would beg to be left alone, to not be touched, to just die. Then she'd start bleeding.
At first, during one of her episodes, it was just a nose bleed. Then her tears turned red. Then her ears would profusely bleed. Carlisle had no way of explaining. No one did. There was a theory, though. The harder Bella tried to remember, the more pressure she would build up in her skull. Her blood would find any way out. To save her from herself, she spent most of her time sedated.
I spent most of my time wandering. Once Bella made it known that she hated me, Charlie was more than happy to have me banned from her room. All the information I got about her was second hand.
A few months ago, Bella was supposed to walk down the aisle and say 'I do." She was supposed to be my wife. We were supposed to be together for all of eternity. It's what I wanted. It's what she wanted. But something had changed her mind. Or someone.
I had fought with myself for months over whether or not I could muster enough self-control around such a dog. But I guess there was only one way to find out.
The moment I crossed over into La Push, the wolves descended.