Bella POV

I kept tossing and turning, reaching out my hands trying to find warmth. I opened my eyes to a dark room. The door was left open just a crack to let some light from the hall way in. I kept sniffing around try to smell my mommy. All I could smell was Sam that made me remember that Mommy is not here anymore like Daddy.

I got out of bed and went out in the hall way. I went towards the room that Sam took me in earlier. I looked inside only to find only to find that woman in the picture with Sam. I sniffed and knew she wasn't a wolf. She wouldn't be able to keep me warm. I walked further into the house and found a trail that led to Sam out the door.

I looked around and found a jacket. Mommy always told me young wolves shouldn't go outside that it was too cold for them. She kept telling me that she learned that the hard way. I never understood what she meant. She would say that if I had to then I had to where a jacket.

I put the jacket, which fell to the ground from how long it was. I opened the door quietly and went out to look for Sam. The porch floor was cold under my feet so I walk faster than I normally would. I crossed the beach and I ended up in front of this really old building. Right above the door said 'Counsel Hall'. I could smell Sam and other wolves in there, so I opened the door and walked right in.

I followed the scent into a room full of people. I looked around and found Sam. I ran right to him. The whole room grew quiet. Sam picked me up and sat me on his lap. I cuddled closer to him. Loving the heat he radiated.

"Bella what are you doing here? Why aren't you at home in bed?" I looked up at Sam. I was afraid I'd made him angry.

"It was cold. You weren't there to keep me warm. Why did you leave?" Everyone in the room stayed quiet, while I waited for an answer.

"If it was cold you could have used the blanket I left for you. I left because I had to have a meeting concerning you." I got frustrated with him. He was supposed to take care of me and keep me warm.

"A blanket can't keep me warm. Mommy always said that I shouldn't get too cold. That it was bad for me. My body doesn't give off the same heat you do. Only a wolf can keep me warm. Mommy said that once I can warm up my own body, I can sleep without anybody having to keep me warm. I would also be allowed to go outside without being afraid of getting sick." There were some whispers going on between these older men seated at a long table where everybody was facing.

"What do you mean get sick, little one." A man with long black hair and eyes asked me this. He was seated in the center of the older men. He must be the leader. I looked to Sam to see if it was ok for me to answer him. He nodded his head giving me the ok.

"Mommy told me that before she had me she had another little girl. That was her first child, so Mommy didn't know what happens to a shift changing baby when they get cold. First they just get the shivers and then they get a fever. It gets worse the longer the child stays cold. By the time Mommy figured it out it was too late. My sister died a day later. That's why I'm not supposed to sleep alone. I get cold. And Mommy didn't want what happened to my sister to happen to me." I snuggled closer to Sam and pressed my hands to Sam's neck.

"How old are you little one?" The older man had the look of sympathy and concern.

"I'm three years old but my mental age is much older. I'm smarter than any child and some adults but I do have a child-like state of mind that gets in the way at times."

"Do you know your whole name? Where you live? Do you know where your father is? Do you know his name so we can find him for you? Do you know of any family member that can help you? I know it's a lot of questions. And maybe hard to answer but it is really important that we know." I yawned and laid my head down on Sam's chest.

"My name is Isabella Swan but Mommy told me that it's the name we can never use. We lived in the woods but I can't say exactly where. I would have to be there. My daddy died before I was born. His name was Charlie. I did have family that I used to see but that was before we moved to the woods. Mommy said we couldn't see them anymore and if I did I had to run away. I don't know why but I always listen to Mommy. Like when she said that I could trust you and that you would help me." I lifted my head and looked at Sam. "I'm sleepy can we go to bed now. It's past my bed time."

He looked up towards the older men. They nodded telling him it was ok to leave.

Sam got up and wrapped me in his arms. He walked back to the house and tried his best to make sure that the wind didn't hit me.

Once in the house Sam turned off the lights and headed towards the bedroom I was sleeping in. We lay in bed together and both drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. With school and college coming I have been distracted. I hope I answered you questions. Anymore you guys might have I would be happy to answer.