Disclaimer: All characters and settings are owned by Stephanie Meyers. Except for the obviously original characters.

Prologue:

2006

"How?" Old Quil demands, storming up to Bella with his cane, getting in her face, "How do you know everything that's about to —

"Because I've lived it!" Bella yelled, immediately covering her mouth. Looking around the room, she saw the shocked faces of everyone: Sam, Emily, Jared, Leah, Quil, Embry, Jacob and Paul. Paul. She didn't want anyone to know, least of all, Paul. Her Paul.

Old Quil stared long and hard at Bella.

"You are going to sit down with the council and tell us everything," Old Quil demanded, a tone of finality that made Bella realize it was time. She didn't want it to be, but it was. She just needed a plan.

"Okay," She relented, taking a deep breath, "Just give me 3 days, please?" Bella was getting choked up. She needed to come up with a narrative and fast. They can't know, the consequences are too severe. She closed her eyes and shook her head trying to get rid of the tears wanting to burst out of her. She needed time. However little time she was allowed, she would take it. She needed to recoup.

"Allowed. In 3 days time, we will hold a trial when the sun first dawns and don't you come late," Old Quil warned, a cane slightly jabbing her in her arm. A low growl could be heard nearby.

"Done." Bella confirmed. She turned and left before anyone could stop her. She stumbled in her truck and drove, leaving a dumbfounded audience watching her go.