A/N: I haven't written in a few weeks. I was trying to decide which way I wanted to go with the story. I finally decided. So once again, if you are reading, I'd love to know! Please leave feedback. Let me know what you think about the pacing of the story. I am trying not to go too fast or slow.

I pulled myself off of the forest floor and continued my decent from the meadow. I didn't escape feeling like a small animal being chased until I was back inside the little red house. I ran to the sink to rinse the blood off my hand. Water and blood swirled around the kitchen sink, a visual reminder that I was still very human. My heart was still beating out of my chest as I kept my ears open and listening to every sound. I heard the familiar creak of the front door as it opened and then banged against the wall.

Wally started to bellow as I quickly turned to face my attacker. A hiss escaped his lips and exposed vampire fangs. His pale face against his blood red eyes terrified me. He sauntered towards me and towered over me. I screamed as I tried pathetically to run down the hall cradling my wounded hand.

"Running are we?" he hissed as he caught my waist and flung me around to opposite side of the room. My body flailed against the wall and I landed with a thud below the window. "You made it easy on my little one, a trail of your blood all the way down the mountain." He smirked.

Wally continued barking and ran towards the vampire growling and tearing into his calf. The vampire quickly grabbed Wally by the throat with his arm and used his fingers to tear into his stomach exposing bloody, hair matted flesh. Then he flung my dog aside and focused his blood red eyes on me. My attention was torn between the attacker and Wally, whom I had grown to love in such a short time. I swallowed hard as I realized that this would be it for me. I was going to be killed in the place that had made me live.

Glass shattered through the living room as the large russet wolf I had seen days before barreled through the opposite window. Growling with teeth barred the wolf bit into the vampire and threw him into the coffee table. The old table broke under the force and the vampire quickly stood to his feet and crouched down as if to attack the wolf. The wolf wasted no time in charging the vampire again and throwing him into the fire place. The angry vampire clawed at the wolf scratching as he tried to sink his teeth into him. The wolf was fierce and swift and full of instinct as he fought off the vampire. He growled and tore at the vampire until he was in pieces.

I shakily stood up and walked over to the fireplace using the back of the couch to brace myself. I grabbed the matches from the top of the fireplace, lit one, and threw it in. I took a deep breath and turned to the wolf, but he was gone. My eyes searched the room only to find my poor dog in a heap on the floor. I ran to Wally and saw his chest still rising and falling. I grabbed my keys from the floor where I had thrown them earlier and lifted my pet up and out to the car.

Adrenaline must have been running through me, as I hardly remembered driving into Forks from the Quileute Reservation. I parked right outside the animal shelter and prayed that they were still open. The sun was almost completely set as I ran up to the door. It was locked, but lights were on inside. I banged on the glass door and yelled for help. A very concerned Clara came around the corner to open the door.

"My gosh, Bella!" she said as she opened the door. "What happened to you?"

"Clara, it's Wally." I said to her as I opened the back door of my car. Wally was lying across the back seat. He breathing shallow as his blood drained out of his stomach. I saw Clara's eyes examine him before she ran to help get him out of my car

For the next few minutes I sat in the waiting room at the animal shelter. Minutes felt like hours as Clara disappeared into a back room with Wally trying to fix him up. My mind wandered to the events that had just occurred; the meadow, the sounds, the vampire attacking me, and then the wolf. The russet wolf that was as big as I remember it being. Its eyes seemed familiar, but if it were Jacob, he would have phased back. He would have said something to me. The way the wolf attacked though, it seemed so instinctual. The attack was so animalistic. There was no thought process involved. Maybe no human mind interfering.

My thoughts went back to Wally as I looked around the small waiting room. There were pictures of happy animals, dogs, cats, and birds. I let my gaze go to the reception area where an old dream catcher was decorating the front of the desk. It looked remarkably similar to the one I had above my bed as a young girl. I walked up to it and held it in my hand.

"Bella…" Clara's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up at her and saw her concerned eyes on me. "Bella, I think Wally is going to be ok. I have stitched him up, but I think I will keep him here overnight. I gave him some medication so he'll sleep. I don't want him in too much pain."

I nodded as I listened to her words; relieved that my only companion was going to be okay. He had only been fighting in my defense. He didn't realize he was no match for the strength of a vampire.

"Bella," Clara started cautiously. "Bella, what happened?"

I looked into Clara's brown eyes so desperately wanting to tell her the whole truth, but knowing that I couldn't. My eyes watered as I swallowed and said, "He, um," I shook my head. "He found a wolf" I lied.

Clara eyed me suspiciously. I broke her gaze and looked down once again at the dream catcher and traced my fingers along the strands.

"Isn't that beautiful? My grandmother made it"

I looked up at her and for the first time noticed her darker skin tone. I looked into her brown eyes once again and asked, "Is she still living?"

"Oh yes, she lives in a small house near the old Quileute Reservation."

"What's her name?" I asked quickly

"Emily. Emily Uley."