Dear Catalina,

I always find myself proud to see your kind and cheerful heart brighten our home. A few months ago, you took responsibility over a squirrel you accidently injured during your flight training. I know your wings are a bit new to you, but you will get used to using them. Like your new squirrel's flaps - Nunu, you called him. He takes a stronger liking to you than any other animal you've taken care of before him. Lately, however, your taste for food has become a bit strange. I am worried for Nunu's life, after the way you have recently reacted to his b at the vet. Watch your tong-e and stay attentive to your actions, okay?

Love,

Your father, Iseul Yong

P.S. Just to make sure, I left a small bottle for you on your desk. It should help.

I stared baffled at my dad's newfound letter in my hands. What? Reacted to what? What was the "b" word and why was it the only one erased? How did my adjustment in taste put Nunu's life at risk? My memory of him being animated had been erased with the rest of my memories. I didn't remember that I witnessed him being alive. I thought he was just an embellishment for the past five years.

"Catalina, your mom tried to console you after your squirrel died. She didn't say how, though." Ozario informed, handing me the letter written by my mom:

Catalina,

I know you are upset about Nunu, -ut he wouldn't have wanted you to lock yours-f in y\ur bedroom forever. He may have passed awa-, yet, -ou can try to redeem yourself, Sweetheart!

The letter had been interrupted. There were erased markings and harsh pencil writings, which covered the rest of the paper. The harsh writings made mom's letter mortifying to read. Some phrases streamed across the paper more angrily than all others. "I killed him! It's all my fault! T-e bloo- is on my h-nds!" A few words were kind of smudge out. I vaguely remembered writing this. Another flash of memory rushed through my mind.

The first flash was opaque and bright. I remembered Nunu running after me once I tried releasing him into the woods. I giggled and played with him. The second flash was hazy, and I couldn't focus my mind on it to know what really happened. My mind just kept flashing Nunu in my hands. A large amount of blood coated both of us and turned dry as the dessert in another flash. I quickly shook my head to get those crazy images out my head. It gave me a headache. I put the letter down and stared at Ozario, who waited for a response about the letter.

"Well," he asked, being nosy?

I shook my head slightly. I blew air from my mouth like a horse and then replied, "Um... I think I need to get Nunu from my house. The squirrel still sits on my art desk."

Ozario nodded and, out-of-blue, departed without asking if I wanted to tag along. I shrugged and rummaged around for more letters. What we found so far was it. The last two letters got me closer to creating new theories about my dad and my stuffed animal, Nunu. Ozario came back after a short while and sat in front of me, with Nunu wrapped up in a cute bow. I laughed a bit, taking him from Ozario's hands.

"Thanks. Let's see if there are any clues on him," I suggested.

Ozario nodded and smiled. I hated violating a dead person's body. It is just wrong! Though, I did find bite marks stitched up on its back. I haven't noticed those marks when remembering

Nunu's short life a second ago. I searched around his display stand, decorated like a lake. No signs of other clues, there.

Gradually, I spotted one clue just as I was about to put my statue on the floor. A red thread lingered out Nunu's back. I pulled it in an attempt to take it off; instead, I lifted its back, revealing a tiny bottle with dry brownish substances ringed around the inside corners.

"Dried blood?" Ozario noticed, curiously. "Catalina, let's look over the letters again."

I nodded, and we reviewed the letters again. My father mentioned I had new wings I couldn't properly use at the time. I guess, it was some winged gadget for me and my dad to bond with, which brought me and Nunu together in some way. Dad said I had to be attentive to my actions since my taste buds changed after seeing... whatever the "b" word was supposed to be at the vet. It had possibly affected my pet in a negative way. Then, in mom's letter, Nunu was supposedly dead. I must have been the person who wrote aggressively across the paper. It seemed as though I felt guilty about his death rather than simply mourning it. That was all the clues for now. I took note of my dad's "P.S."

It mentioned the same small bottle I found in Nunu's back. It should help me by some means.

The question that Ozario asked was interesting. "Dried blood," he asked? "B" word? B-lood? Did this bottle have liquid blood in it, which had dried over time? If it did, how would that help me? "I am worried for Nunu's life, after the way you have recently reacted to his b-lood at the vet. Watch your tongue and stay attentive to your actions, okay?" My father wrote. That doesn't sound right, but... that is very interesting. If that word really does fill that spot, how would blood in a small bottle help me? What would I use it...?

I felt Onyx staring at me, so I looked up. Ozario took my hand. His eyes pierced my face. Ozario appeared just as confused as I was. The expression on our faces matched perfectly – Furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. We stared at each other as we tried to figure out what the letters could mean, like what was the missing word? If the word was "blood," could that be a clue to what species I belonged to? We still had no immediate answer to who I was or what I was, and it irritated both of us. I was stuck with only understanding that I was an immortal human. But, why was I immortal?

Hours passed as we continued searching through letters. Still, nothing. Some were in different languages, which Ozario translated for me. Our only hope could have been my empty blue journal left on Carlisle's desk. Our frustration burned us up internally. Ozario and I decided to go out into the woods and lean against a tree above a cliff. There was a relaxing view of La Push's water glistening from the twilight skies. I remembered I had always wanted to learn how to count stars. Everyone knows it's hard, but I tried, anyway.

"One, two, thre-." I intoned.

"You're counting them wrong." Ozario notified.

I look up at him with a grimacing facial expression. "What?

How – the flip – do you count stars properly?"

Ozario chuckled and patted his lap. He pulled me close. I left my spot and moved between his legs. He took both my hands and lifted them up. Onyx made one hand point at the stars. The other, he balled up into a fist. I watched, feeling bewildered as he started moving my hands around. Onyx breathed his count into my ear. His breath touched my ear like the soft breeze of spring.

"4,256,786 stars cover this portion of the entire sky. Well... As far as I can see," Ozario announced.

I looked at him, quickly. I gawped at him and asked in amazement, "Omgh! How did...? Wait. What? You didn't lose count?"

Ozario giggled and explained, "First, I find and count the constellations. Then, by using our fists, one constellation gets eclipsed, as if taking it out of the sky, a handful of stars. In the end, I count in a swirl around our fists. Ta-da! Lollipop style," Ozario cheered with jazz hands! "It's like a close estimate, but it's still not accurate. It's close enough to what our eyes can see though."

"Okay! Show me again! You have, too." I demanded with a grin.

Ozario laughed. We counted for a while. Onyx bullied me, complaining about how poorly I counted the stars. He kept annoying me, saying, "Of course, you'd be a slow learner. You're a human." So! We play fought and, of course, he won. Particularly, by tickling me until I teared up from laughing so hard. Being with Ozario created a huge revolution on my life.

I rarely had any more nightmares. My paranoia slowly faded away. I even started to want people around me rather than push them away. I was in love with the Cullens and the wolves. I loved Ozario, but I was always scared. I was still afraid to lose him and his family. They were my family, right now. I knew I was supposed to show them that. Onyx was right. I'm not supposed to give up and believe that my death would save or change anything. I wouldn't be able to see anything moving forward until the end. I would have lost my new family, even though it was my greatest fear of all time. I would lose the ability to leave a legacy. So, I decided to live for Ozario, his family, and for the sake of my family. I couldn't have let my dad down, either. Iseul asked me not to do that. Hmm...

"Ozario," I called him?

Ozario looked at me and smiled. "Yes, Cati," he cooed?

"May we go back home, please? I want to continue with the search," I asked.

Ozario nodded and stood up. He took my hand and helped me on my feet. He grinned devilishly and crossed his arms.

"Uh, oh. What, now," I frowned, waiting for him to bully me again?

"Would you like to see something interesting?"

I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Is it amazingly scary," I asked, getting a little interested?

"Yes, you might die. Are you ready," Ozario admitted?

I laughed at his sarcasm. "Yea! I'm so ready."

Ozario turned around and knelt so I could climb onto his back. I got on and he lifted me up. He walked towards the edge of the cliff. This is the moment I knew... he was serious. I could die! Realizing that traumatized me before the tragedy could happened. I wasn't going to die from a horrible death by The Vipers like I had prepared for or die by suicide like I tried before. Or, even a normal human illness or other human deaths. I was about to die by the guy I loved because he wanted to be stupid enough to jump off a cliff in all that sea water!

"Oh! Come on, Sexy. You can't be nervous, yet. I haven't even started," Ozario snickered.

I rolled my eyes at his joke soon after realizing I had been shaking tremendously. I held onto him tighter.

Onyx glance up at me on his back. "Tighter? Alright! I'm going in deep!"

Ugh! His pervy jokes! Really, dude? "Oh, shut- AHHH!" I screamed in his ear the second he jumped off the cliff.

I could hear the stunning laughter from Ozario as we fell. To avoid the adrenaline I felt in my body, I closed my eyes as tightly as possible. It felt like forever before touching the...ground? Onyx felt like he was running. I opened my eyes, and found Ozario speeding through the sand of the beach creating a tornado of light sand behind him. He dashed into the woods. The zooming trees passed us so fast that the only thing I could see was how beautiful the moon shined. Like, the night sky was silver. I started to smile. This is AMAZING!

"Hold on, Little Red!" Ozario yelled.

He howled. Unexpectedly, he jumped extremely high and transformed himself into the wolf I called, Onyx. I hugged him closer, laughing. His fur in my hands felt like my own personal feather pillow! My Onyx was racing me through the dark forest. He made me scream, laugh and all this enchanted me. Ozario and I eventually reached home. It was quicker than when we walked up to La Push cliff. I actually felt so much better. My mind was not confused any more, and I had not felt any negative emotions. I joked about how awkward it must be for him to walk naked beside me.

"Wait! So, you become naked?" I laughed at his barren predicament.

Ozario smirked and uttered, "Oh-ho-ho. You know you love this view. It's not the first time you've seen it."

I shook my head; although, I enjoyed our crazy conversation. "Ugh! You have no shame."

"I don't." Ozario jokingly admitted, "It was thrown out years ago. I'll be right back, Cati."

We had reached home, at last. Onyx disappeared to I guess put on clothes? So, I gleefully waltzed into the house. The Cullens were back home with smiles on their faces. Their smiles left after I was spotted coming through the back porch door. My eyes were widening and I backed up. I walked out of the door almost, wondering if I should run for it. The Cullens hadn't been alone. They brought company. Six red eyes that 3 newcomers owned. Their eyes were of the same color as the Vipers, red.