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with　an　expression　like　something　was　stabbing　him。　He　held　one　hand　out；　pleading。　

I　took　his　hand；　and　suddenly　he　yanked　me—too　roughly—right　off　the　bed　so　that　I　thudded　against　his　
chest。　

〃Just　in　case；〃　he　muttered　against　my　hair；　crushing　me　in　a　bear　hug　that　about　broke　my　ribs。　

〃Can't—breathe！〃　I　gasped。　

He　dropped　me　at　once；　keeping　one　hand　at　my　waist　so　I　didn't　fall　over。　He　pushed　me；　more　gently　
this　time；　back　down　on　the　bed。　

〃Get　some　sleep；　Bells。　You've　got　to　get　your　head　working。　I　know　you　can　do　this。　I　need　you。　to　
understand。　I　won't　lose　you；　Bella。　Not　for　this。〃　

He　was　to　the　door　in　one　stride；　opening　it　quietly；　and　then　disappearing　through　it。　I　listened　for　him　to　
hit　the　squeaky　step　in　the　stairs；　but　there　was　no　sound。　

I　lay　back　on　my　bed；　my　head　spinning。　I　was　too　confused；　too　worn　out。　I　closed　my　eyes；　trying　to　
make　sense　of　it；　only　to　be　swallowed　up　by　unconsciousness　so　swiftly　that　it　was　disorienting。　

It　was　not　the　peaceful；　creamless　sleep　I'd　yearned　for—of　course　not。　I　was　in　the　forest　again；　and　I　
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　compulsion　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　coming　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；　red…brown　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　black…brown；　
familiar　eyes　of　Jacob　Black。　

I　woke　screaming　at　the　top　of　my　lungs。　

I　almost　expected　Charlie　to　come　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　come　in。　and　eventually　I　was　able　to　strangle　the　strange　screeching　coming　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　great…grandfather　knew　some　of　them。　He　was　the　one　who　made　
the　treaty　that　kept　them　off　our　land。〃　Jacob　rolled　his　eyes。　

〃　Your　great…grandfather？〃　

〃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；　
un…moving。　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　completely　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　mind…blowingly　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　wol