Chapter Eighteen
Rachel's POV
As I looked out my window, I watched as the pretty full moon shinned in the velvet sky, surrounded by a parade of stars. I glanced at my clock, and the big, red numbers read 3:30 am. Everyone except Bella was totally awake as usual, but I was getting pretty tired. No matter how tired I get, I refuse to fall asleep…because if I sleep, I dream…and if I dream… well, I don't dream. I'll just have a nightmare. Again.
Trying to keep myself occupied, I started to think about thinks that I have to tell Finn about soon, and the things I should leave out so he won't be scared. I could tell him that we all have gifts. I could tell him about mine. I could tell him about my past…my family, my friends.
I shouldn't tell him the things I did as a newborn. I shouldn't tell him my record. I shouldn't tell him how much it hurts to be near him, because I don't want him to go away.
Just then there was a knock at my window. I opened it to see what it was and Puck jumped into my room. Before I could say anything, he said:
"I have a warning for you. Your red-headed friend showed up after the pack meeting was over and tried to kill Sam. To him, that's the last straw. There's gonna be a war, Rachel. I suggest you get ready."
And there's another thing I couldn't tell Finn.