started to wander the way I always did。
I quickly became aware that this was not the same dream as usual。 For one thing； I felt no pulsion to
wander or to search； I was merely wandering out of habit； because that was what was usually expected
of me here。 Actually； this wasn't even the same forest。 The smell was different； and the light； too。 It
smelled； not like the damp earth of the woods； but like the brine of the ocean。 I couldn't see the sky； still；
it seemed like the sun must be shining—the leaves above were bright jade green。
This was the forest around La Push—near the beach there； I was sure of it。 I knew that if I found the
beach； I would be able to see the sun； so I hurried forward； following the faint sound of waves in the
distance。
And then Jacob was there。 He grabbed my hand； pulling me back toward the blackest part of the forest。
〃Jacob； what's wrong？〃 I asked。 His face was the frightened face of a boy； and his hair was beautiful
again； swept back into a ponytail on the nape of his neck。 He yanked with all his strength； but I resisted； I
didn't want to go into the dark。
〃Run； Bella； you have to run！〃 he whispered； terrified。
The abrupt wave of deja vu was so strong it nearly woke me up。
I knew why I recognized this place now。 It was because I'd been here before； in another dream。 A
million years ago； part of a different life entirely。 This was the dream I'd had the night after I'd walked
with Jacob on the beach； the first night I knew that Edward was a vampire。 Reliving that day with Jacob
must have dredged this dream out of my buried memories。
Detached from the dream now； I waited for it to play out。 A light was ing toward me from the beach。
In just a moment； Edward would walk through the trees； his skin faintly glowing and his eyes black and
dangerous。 He would beckon to me； and smile。 He would be beautiful as an angel； and his teeth would
be pointed and sharp…
But I was getting ahead of myself。 Something else had to happen first。
Jacob dropped my hand and yelped。 Shaking and twitching； he fell to the ground at my feet。
〃Jacob！〃 I screamed； but he was gone。
In his place was an enormous； redbrown wolf with dark； intelligent eyes。
The dream veered off course； like a train jumping the tracks。
This was not the same wolf that I'd dreamed of in another life。 This was the great russet wolf I'd stood
half a foot from in the meadow； just a week ago。 This wolf was gigantic； monstrous； bigger than a bear。
This wolf stared intently at me； trying to convey something vital with his intelligent eyes。 The blackbrown；
familiar eyes of Jacob Black。
I woke screaming at the top of my lungs。
I almost expected Charlie to e check on me this time。 This wasn't my usual screaming。 I buried my
head in my pillow and tried to muffle the hysterics that my screams were building into。 J pressed the
cotton tight against my face； wondering if I couldn't also somehow smother the connection I'd just made。
But Charlie didn't e in。 and eventually I was able to strangle the strange screeching ing out of my
throat。
I remembered it all now—every word that Jacob had said to me that day on the beach； even the part
before he got to the vampires； the 〃cold ones。〃 Especially that first part。
〃Do you know any of our old stories； about where we came from—the Quileutes； I mean？〃 he
asked。
〃Not really；〃 I admitted。
〃Well； there are lots of legends； some of them claiming to date back to the Flood—supposedly；
the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive；
like Noah and the ark。〃 He smiled then； to show me how little stock he put in the histories。
〃Another legend claims that we descended from wolves—and that the wolves are our brothers
still。 It's against tribal law to kill them。
〃Then there are the stories about the cold ones。〃 His voice dropped a little lower。
〃The cold ones？〃
〃Yes。 There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends； and some much more recent。
According to legend； my own greatgrandfather knew some of them。 He was the one who made
the treaty that kept them off our land。〃 Jacob rolled his eyes。
〃 Your greatgrandfather？〃
〃He was a tribal elder； like my father。 You see； the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf—
well； not the wolf really； but the wolves that turn into men； like our ancestors。 You would call
them werewolves。〃
〃Werewolves have enemies？〃
〃Only one。〃
There was something stuck in my throat； choking me。 I tried to swallow it down； but it was lodged there；
unmoving。 I tried to spit it out。
〃Werewolf；〃 I gasped。
Yes； that was the word that I was choking on。
The whole world lurched； tilting the wrong way on its axis。
What kind of a place was this？ Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering around
the borders of tiny； insignificant towns； facing down mythical monsters？ Did this mean every impossible
fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth？ Was there anything sane or normal at all； or was
everything just magic and ghost stories？
I clutched my head in my hands； trying to keep it from exploding。
A small； dry voice in the back of my mind asked me what the big deal was。 Hadn't I already accepted
the existence of vampires long ago—and without all the hysterics that time？
Exactly； I wanted to scream back at the voice。 Wasn't one myth enough for anyone； enough for a
lifetime？
Besides； there'd never been one moment that I wasn't pletely aware that Edward Cullen was above
and beyond the ordinary。 It wasn't such a surprise to find out what he was—because he so obviously
was something。
But Jacob？ Jacob； who was just Jacob； and nothing more than that？ Jacob； my friend？ Jacob； the only
human I'd ever been able to relate to…
And he wasn't even human。
I fought the urge to scream again。
What did this say about me？
I knew the answer to that one。 It said that there was something deeply wrong with me。 Why else would
my life be filled with characters from horror movies？ Why else would I care so much about them that it
would tear big chunks right out of my chest when they went off along their mythical ways？
In my head； everything spun and shifted； rearranging so that things that had meant one thing before； now
meant something else。
There was no cult。 There had never been a cult； never been a gang。 No； it was much worse than that。 It
was a pack。
A pack of five mindblowingly gigantic； multihued werewolves that had stalked right past me in Edward's
meadow…
Suddenly； I was in a frantic hurry。 I glanced at the clock—it was way too early and I didn't care。 I had to
go to La Push now。 I had to see Jacob so he could tell me that I hadn't lost my mind altogether。
I pulled on the first clean clothes I could find； not bothering to be sure they matched； and took the stairs
two at a time。 I almost ran into Charlie as I skidded into the hallway； headed for the door。
〃Where are you going？〃 he asked； as surprised to see me as I was to see him。 〃Do you know what time it
is？〃
〃Yeah。 I have to go see Jacob。〃
〃I thought the thing with Sam—〃
〃That doesn't matter； I have to talk to him right now。〃
〃It's pretty early。〃 He frowned when my expression didn't change。 〃Don't you want breakfast？〃
〃Not hungry。〃 The words flew through my lips。 He was blocking my path to the exit。 I considered
ducking around him and making a run for it； but I knew I would have to explain that to him later。 〃I'll be
back soon； okay？〃
Charlie frowned。 〃Straight to Jacob's house； right？ No stops on the way？〃
〃Of course not； where would I stop？〃 My words were running together in my hurry。
〃I don't know；〃 he admitted。 〃It's just… well； there's been another attack—the wolves again。 It was real
close to the resort by the hot springs—there's a witness this time。 The victim was only a dozen yards
from the road when he disappeared。 His wife saw a huge gray wolf just a few minutes later； while she
was searching for him； and ran for help。〃
My stomach dropped like I'd hit a corkscrew on a roller coaster。 〃A wolf attacked him？〃
〃There's no sign of him—just a little blood again。〃 Charlie's face was pained。 〃The rangers are going out
armed； taking armed volunteers。 There're a lot of hunters who are eager to be involved—there's a
reward being offered for wolf carcasses。 That's going to mean a lot of firepower out there in the forest；
and it worries me。〃 He shook his head。 〃When people get too excited； accidents happen…〃
〃They're going to shoot the wolves？〃 My voice shot through three octaves。
〃What else can we do？ What's wrong？〃 he asked； his tense eyes studying my face。 I felt faint； I must be
whiter than usual。 〃You aren't turning into a treehugger on me； are you？〃
I couldn't answer。 If he hadn't been watching me； I would have put my head between my knees。 I'd
forgotten about the missing hikers； the bloody paw prints… I hadn't connected those facts to my first
realization。
〃Look； honey； don't let this scare you。 Just stay in town or on the highway—no