Chapter 16

Brady

Harry was shimmering on my back. I was running at full speed towards the direction Harry pulled my fur.

Brady, slow down, you'll crash, Seth cautioned me, worried about his son.

Sorry. I'm just a little worried.

I know exactly how you feel.

You freaked out, too?

Big time. I thought I'd never see my beautiful Erin again. I'm lucky we arrived at all, or Harry wouldn't have been born, I would be either dead or in a corner muttering to myself, and yours, Collin's, and Embry's Imprints would be worse for wear.

Yeah...

Embry had a similar feeling. Why must our Imprints always get hurt in some way?

I don't know. Are we neglecting them?

If we neglected them, Marigold would be in line for an abortion.

...

Too much information?

Yeah.

Sorry. Watch your speed.

"I think I found her," Harry said quietly. I looked up.

There was a bruised figure with black hair jumping from branch to branch, tree to tree. Uh, oh, she'll kill herself!

To my surprise, she always managed to catch herself in time. But then her figure blurred, and she disappeared.

"It looks like Mom's power is wearing down some," Harry said. "She would've been invisible to us before, otherwise."

Huh?

Erin's power, if she gives a power to someone else that does not involve healing, wears off after time. She once gave me the ability to read minds, but it wore off after about a day.

Okay. Thanks for the explanation, Seth. Wait, you read minds before?

Only for a day. I didn't get near Rosalie and Emmett for a week after I heard their thoughts! I sort of feel sorry for Edward...

Focus.

Right.

"I think she's gone for good," Harry said. "I can't find her nearby."

NO!


Kristen

I lept from branch to branch, confused. Why do I keep thinking about that wolf? What was so special about it?

But my mind was making me think that that wolf was special. He was my wolf. I loved my wolf.

Right now, I could use my wolf. I need to know that something was alive out here.

I heard gunshots. Humans!

I jumped down and caught myself neatly with another branch. I fell five feet to the ground. Twigs snapped from underneath me.

There was more gunfire, and my side suddenly burned. I screamed.

"Whoa, that sounded like a human, Charlie," a voice cautioned.

"Mark, that was a mountain lion. They all sound like girls before they die. I heard her paws from around there."

I pulled my hand away from my side- where I subconsciously gripped my wound- and inspected the blood. It was no darker than the blood I'd get when I scraped my knee. If it were dark, then I'd be in trouble. I heard boots approaching, so I made a run for it. What would these hunters do if it were a human girl instead of their prized mouintain lion?

Everything temporarily blurred as I ran. The blurring would stop after a few seconds, and then it would start again. I stopped next to a tree and looked at my wound.

There was no serious damage, just a brush with a potentially dangerous bullet. The bullet didn't go through my skin- well, it did, but not enough where a doctor'll have to dig it out- but only grazed it. My side was bloody because it cut my skin and burned it.

I bent down carefully and tore some fabric off of my jeans. I applied some pressure and tied another piece of fabric around my waist to keep it together.

I heard more twigs snap, and I looked up to find a copper skinned shimmering boy.

AN: Dun, dun, duuuuuuuun!

Yes, Kris is suffering some amnesia. Sorry, Brady!