PROLOGUE
MYSTERY POV
1917, the Spanish Influenza is ravaging the streets of Chicago.
I ran as I carried his limp body.
I didn't care if I was discovered for who I really was, I just needed to get to Carlisle's.
He was my only hope of saving Edward.
Hang on, Edward. I need you.
A/N: Bear with me, guys, its just the prologue. its meant to build suspense.
