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〃I'll try。〃 He shook his head； as if he doubted his success。 〃e and tell me as soon as you figure it out。〃
Something occurred to him just then； something that made his hands shake。 〃If you… if you want to。〃
〃Why wouldn't I want to see you？〃
His face turned hard and bitter； one hundred percent the face that belonged to Sam。 〃Oh； I can think of a
reason；〃 he said in a harsh tone。 〃Look； I really have to go。 Could you do something for me？〃
I just nodded； frightened of the change in him。
〃At least call me—if you don't want to see me again。 Let me know if it's like that。〃
〃That won't happen—〃
He raised one hand； cutting me off。 〃Just let me know。〃
He stood and headed for the window。
〃Don't be an idiot； Jake；〃 I plained。 〃You'll break your leg。 Use the door。 Charlie's not going to catch
you。〃
〃I won't get hurt；〃 he muttered； but he turned for the door。 He hesitated as he passed me； staring at me
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 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？