Prologue

My name is Aiyana Avalyssa Black. Exotic, I know. I go by Ana. My first name in my dad’s family’s
language means eternal blossom. Very fitting seeing as how I’m immortal.

Chapter One

I live in the cold, nearly sunless town of Brunswick, Maine. Population: 22,000. Not small, but not
very big either. Towns like these provide the ideal living environment for my family who rely
heavily on cloud cover and grey skies. There are nine vampires, three shape shifters and three
something else’s in my large and very beautiful family. I fall into the something else category,
along with my brothers. The one thing we all have in common? We’re all immortal.

How is immortality possible? Mate one human-vampire hybrid with one human-wolf shape shifter
and bam! You get me–a 24-year-old supernatural phenomena. Let me clarify: I have been alive
for 24 years but physically, I look like a typical 17-year- old. Well, maybe not typical. Four
generations worth of supermodel good looks were passed down to my brothers and me. I have
my mom’s full lips and warm, chocolate brown eyes rimmed by thick, dark eyelashes. I get my
height from my dad–I’m almost 5’10–and my skin is tan like his but lighter by a few shades. My
hair is a glossy caramel color, streaked with gold and bronze highlights. I will look this way
forever. Lucky me, I know.

My brothers and I are anomalies. Being born to two hybrids, no one knew what to expect. No one
thought it was even possible for my parents to have children, since, as my grandfather Edward
puts it, they were crossbreeding. I inherited all my mom’s vampire traits–the strength, speed,
sharp mind and impenetrable skin. My thirst for blood is almost non-existent–not that it doesn’t
smell enticing, but, I prefer a good old, greasy cheeseburger over a full sized deer any day–
medium rare, of course. But, my most distinctive trait is my extra ability.

Like my grandparents, my uncle Jazz and aunt Alice, I have a unique gift. I am a dream walker.
It’s way cool. Completely useless against vampires who can’t sleep but it came in handy growing
up to torment my brothers. I can walk in and out of the dreams of humans- and half humans- and
communicate with the dreamer or change their dreams as I wish. My gift didn’t fully manifest until
I was seven. Dad was the first person to experience my power. I was having a bad dream and I
called out to him. In an instant, I was standing next to him and I told him I was scared and I
needed him to protect me. In the morning when I woke up, I was snuggling next to my dad in his
wolf form. He phased back and had no idea how he ended up next to me in the middle of the
night. It happened again and again for two weeks, each time, my dad not remembering how he
ended up there in the morning.

Mom thought he had a sleep-walking problem. Technically, he did, but I was the root of it. I fessed
up to remembering talking to dad in my dreams telling him I was afraid of the dark and couldn’t
sleep by myself. My great-grandfather Carlisle is a doctor. He and my Grandpa monitored dad
one night to see if he went anywhere else besides my room. Grandpa stayed with me and
Carlisle stayed dad. Grandpa can read minds. In mine, he heard me call out to dad who appeared
less than a minute later and plopped down next to me on the bed. Carlisle followed him into my
room and told Grandpa, that in his sleep, dad muttered, “I’m coming, Ana. Don’t worry.”

They were fascinated. I wanted to do more experiments, reach out to my brothers and my mom. It
was a lot of fun for me, not so much for my brothers.
Aiden was six at the time and already twice my size. He picked on me constantly. I saw this as
my chance to get back at him. In my dream that night, my brother and I were in my old playroom.
I told him that it would be fun if he went into aunt Rosie’s room to play dress-up. In the morning,
he woke up back in his bed, with lipstick smeared all over his face and wearing a sundress.

Both of them stopped picking on me after that.

As I got older, my power became greater. With the help of my parents, we think I have mastered
control over it. I’ve even learned how to enter daydreams while I’m still awake. My poor brothers
are always the guineau pigs when I want to try it out.

**

Aiden and Bryce are shape shifters like my dad. Aiden is 23 and Bryce is 20. Dad was so proud
the day they first phased. Mom even cried. I rolled my eyes. My ability is way cooler, in my
opinion.

Like dad, they’re giants. Aiden is 6’4 and Bryce is 6’5. They’ve been that tall since they were 17
and 14, respectively. But somehow, they look a lot younger than they actually are. Mom says they
get their baby faces from dad. Baby faces? Gag me.

They spend as much time as possible as wolves, running and improving their hunting skills.
Unlike dad and myself, Aiden and Bryce like to eat like the rest of my family- they hunt for wildlife
in the woods on our 1,000-acre estate. But unlike the rest of my family, with maybe the exception
of Uncle Em, my brothers eat like savages. Often times, they’ll come home with their fur caked
with blood and dirt. So gross. I got tired of the stench, one day they came home to find
personalized gift from me- two oversized doghouses in the back yard. Mom didn’t think it was
very nice but dad and aunt Rosie thought it was hilarious.

***

My mom, Renesmee, and my dad, Jacob, have been married for 30 years. He still looks at her
like a man in love for the first time in his life. Sometimes, it’s sickening how cute they are together.
It’s amazing seeing them together knowing our family’s history. My dad is from the Quileute tribe
in La Push, a small reservation near Forks, Washington where my mom was born. The legend of
my dad’s people says that they are decedents of wolves and the “Cold Ones,” also known as
vampires, are their mortal enemies. The Cullen vampires–my mother’s family–and the Quileute
elders had a treaty in place for more than 80 years before my dad became an Alpha. No humans
were to be hunted or harmed in Forks. Easy enough for a family of vegetarian vampires. That is
until my grandmother, Bella, came along and changed everything.

Chapter Two

Human and vampire relationships never end well. Or so says grandpa, but it worked out well for
him. But, until my grandmother became a vampire, their relationship was constantly being tested,
filled with danger and heartache.

Dad was in love with Grams, too, before my mom was born. Dad and Grandpa battled each other
over her constantly. Weird I know, but there’s nothing normal about my family.
Anyways, Grams and Grandpa were married shortly after her high school graduation. She was
pregnant with my mom when she was still human. She was one mean fetus from what I’ve been
told. She practically killed Grams during childbirth. Obviously, it’s a sore subject, so no one really
talks about it. Grams was changed into a vampire as soon as she gave birth. My dad, confused,
saddened and filled with rage over the transformation he allowed, had every intention of killing the
“Thing” that killed his beloved Bella–my mom. He went to find my aunt Rosie who took care of her
during Grams change and something he never expected happened. The moment he looked at my
mom, he was a goner. The Quileute legend says it’s possible for tribes’ members to “imprint” on
another person. In layman’s terms, you’ll know instantly when you’ve found the person you’re
destined to be with– your soul mate.

I know what it sounds like. Eww, right? But, It’s not what you think. Yes, my mom was just a baby
when my dad knew he was going to spend eternity with her but, it wasn’t like love at first sight. It
was something else, something that I can’t really explain. Imprinting is a strange thing to
understand. Dad was fiercely loyal and protective of my mom while he waited for her to grow up.
He didn’t have the lovey-dovey feelings he has for her now until she became an adult. In her
case, that was six years after she was born. Mom was no regular baby. She grew daily, at an
alarming rate both physically and mentally. At three months, she was far more intelligent than a
human at ten. Mom has a gift too. When she touches someone, she can show them a collection
of her memories and thoughts. It’s like being shown a movie. That’s how I know all this. No one
wanted to tell me so mom showed me when she thought the time was right.

Once dad imprinted on mom, the treaty between the Quiletes and the Cullens was replaced with
something even stronger than an agreement- allegiance and devotion to each other’s families. No
member of dad’s pack was to harm my mom. If anything had happened to her, it would have been
so devastating and painful for my dad, he’d have to fight his own brothers.

The unity between the two families was strengthened even more when the vampire royal family-
the Volturi- came to Forks to kill my mom and her family. There are laws very few laws in our
world, but they are absolute. First and most important is that humans cannot know we exist.
Second, children are forbidden from being changed. Uncle Jazz told me that long ago, the
“Immortal Children” as they were called, ran wild all over the South. The Volturi, who Interfere
only when the situation absolutely calls for it, came in and killed all of them. To create an Immortal
Child guarantees you a death sentence.

A vampire who held a grudge against Grandpa’s family saw my mom and dad hunting in the
woods with my grandparents when she was very young. The vampire, Irina, mistook her for an
Immortal Child and went to Italy to Inform the Volturi of her existence. Aunt Alice had a vision and
saw them coming to Forks with an entire army of gifted and extremely skilled fighters. Their
intention was to destroy the “abomination” and the family harboring it. Little did they know, my
family gathered an army as well but, only to witness mom’s growth and testify on their behalf that
no crime was committed.

Any vampire could tell instantly that mom wasn’t an Immortal Child. Her heartbeat proved it the
moment they saw her. She even showed Aro, the head family member, her birth and her life up to
that point. She had him convinced but not the rest of his family. The other Volturi weren’t satisfied.
Mom’s family amassed over 30 vampires to witness, a large majority had extraordinary gifts the
Volturi had never seen. Not only were there vampires, but my dad’s pack of 16 wolves joined as
well. He had to protect my mom. The Volturi were determined to find some reason to attack so
that after the battle, the survivors with gifts would join the Volturi Instead of facing execution. They
thought they had the war won, but they had no Idea how vulnerable they would be after Grams
unleashed her power.

Grams is a shield. Meaning, she can block the attacks and powers of others. What makes her
even more powerful is that she is able to shield anyone around her as well, which is exactly what
she did when the Volturi guard started to make their move. They were stunned. They had never
been at a disadvantage. The fight was stopped immediately, the Volturi were not prepared to have
to fight fair. They left Forks, never to return or bother my family.

***

Over the next six years, mom grew up quickly, in peace, surrounded by love and happiness and
always under the watchful eye of my dad. At six, she was like a fully matured 15-year old. My
grandparents made them wait another three years before getting married. They looked so happy
and gorgeous in their wedding photos. They moved out of the Cullen mansion and onto the La
Push reservation, where lived there until my mom got pregnant. They moved back in with my
grandparent’s family fearful that the Volturi would somehow find out and return. They never did.

My brothers and I had a great childhood. You might say we were sheltered but our family was
very close and not one of us felt like we were missing anything. Our family is rich. Really, really
rich. We lived on a 1,000-acre estate with six massive houses and woods as far as the eye could
see. It was stocked with plenty of wildlife to satiate the thirsts of hungry wolves and vampires. I
didn’t hunt unless I was absolutely craving blood-which wasn’t often- and the only other times I
spend in the woods are when I would go to my favorite tree to read in peace.

We couldn’t go to school like regular humans so we were home schooled which was perfectly fine
with me. My knucklehead brothers never took their studies seriously. Mom says they’re the same
as dad- not very big fans of school. They were always watching the clock, counting down to the
time when they could get out of the library and go play with Uncle Seth and Aunt Leah.

I on the other hand was an extremely bright and eager student. I had one-on-one lessons, eight
hours a day with each member of my mom’s family tutoring me in various subjects. Grams taught
English and though most of my family were big readers, her choices influenced me the most. I
loved the classics just like her. I was an accomplished pianist thanks to Grandpa. I don’t think I
could ever be as good as him seeing as how he’s playing for almost 160 years. Chopin is my
favorite composer but I also love his compositions. The lullaby he wrote from Grams is one of my
favorites to play.

I learned history with uncle Jazz, world languages with Aunt Alice, Art with my great-grandmother
Esme, Science with granddad Carlisle and math with Aunt Rosie. On Saturdays, I played baseball
with Uncle Em and on Sundays we lazed around the house watching football.

Uncle Seth, dad’s best friend and most loyal pack member, and his sister, my aunt Leah, taught
us Quilete history. It was the only subject that held my brothers’ attentions. We all flew back to
Forks with my brothers when they first started phasing. The tribe elders held a naming ceremony
for Bryce and Aiden. Aiden was given the name Hakan, the fire dancer and Bryce was Hania, the
spirit warrior.

Uncle Seth was perfectly at ease with the vampire side of my family. He and Grandpa were the
closest of friends. Aunt Leah was still a bit apprehensive even after all these years but she loved
me to death. It’s probably because of my Quilete blood. She kept to herself most of the time
unless she was out in the woods with the boys.

I loved school but my favorite times were the ones I got to spend with my dad. Sometimes, I wish
I were as close to my mom as she was to Grams but, I’m a total daddy’s girl. I could suck a
human dry and he’d probably say “S’okay, sweetheart, just don’t do it again.” I was his “little
bloodsucker.” Once a derogatory word now a term of endearment between dad and me. He was
the coolest person I knew. It was mostly because he was so different from the rest of my family. In
dad’s words, everyone in our house spoke like stuffy, upper-crust, Victorian aristocrats. They were
too proper and far too boring. He talked like the people on TV. He cursed and sometimes
murdered the English language, but that was what was so endearing about him. He grew up a
normal, human teenager with the exception of the shape shifting. Grandpa isn’t very happy with
some of the more colorful language I picked up from dad but, as long as I don’t curse, he’s cool
with our “silly and ridiculous” slang and street jargon.

***

Tomorrow is my 25th birthday. Mom and dad promised that when I turned 25, I could go to high
school and see what it’s like in the human world. My brothers and I weren’t aging anymore, so
there was no risk of exposure. Unfortunately, Aiden and Bryce would be coming too, posing as
juniors since they were so gigantic. But, that’s better than the alternative- the entire Cullen, Black
and Clearwater family attending school all together. No thanks. It would be horrible to go to
school with my mind-reading grandpa, intimidating and sometimes scary uncles and dad and
devastatingly gorgeous mom, aunts and grandmother. I’d much rather put up with my brothers
antics for two years than with 13 members of my family for four. Ugh.

My aunts are throwing me a quarter-of-a-century birthday party tomorrow night. They throw the
best parties and I always get awesome gifts. That was definitely one of the plus sides of being in
this family. Tomorrow’s going to be amazing, I just know it.

Chapter Three

“Wake up, kiddo.” Dad tried to find a way through the blanket and sheet cocoon that encapsulated
my body. He found the end of the duvet and pulled it out from under me. The early morning light
that poured through my windows hurt my eyes and I hid my head under my pillow.

“Five more minutes, pleeeease?” I squeaked in a muffled voice, “I need my beauty sleep.”

“Beauty sleep, Annie?” Only dad was aloud to call me Annie, it made me feel like such a child
when everyone else said it, “If you were any more beautiful, sweetheart, I would have to rethink
this whole high school thing. Now, come on, I have a surprise for you.”

I shot up in my bed, “A surprise?” Oh, how I loved surprises. Unlike mom and Grams, I had
nothing against the lavish gifts my family loved to shower me with. “What kind of surprise,
Daddy?”

“Come downstairs, have some breakfast and then I’ll show you. Mom is cooking your favorite,
Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. Better get down there before the boys eat
it all.” He kissed the top of my forehead and walked out of the room so I could change.

I looked around my room to find my robe. It was a complete disaster. Clothes were strewn all over
the room in complete disarray. It looked like a hurricane had come through and the contents of
my closet were its unfortunate victims. I would definitely need to clean it sometime this week. My
room was my sanctuary. Grammy Esme did all the design work. The walls were a soft lilac color
trimmed with a darker, royal purple. The room was furnished with two flat screen TV’s, the best
surround sound system money could buy, a small office and sitting area with a computer desk, a
couch and two armchairs. Several dressers and an armoire held the rest of my clothing that didn’t
fit into my enormous walk-in closet. My favorite piece of furniture was the massive, silver wrought-
iron canopy bed with intricate rose designs. It used to be black when it belonged to my
grandparents when they first got married. The coolest feature of my room was the upstairs loft
that held the piano that was also passed down by my grandparents. I could sit up there and play
for hours on end.
“There you are!” I found the pink fleece robe aunt Alice had given me on Valentine’s Day and I
threw it on over my shoulders. I looked in the mirror for a moment to fix my unruly hair so I would
look somewhat decent. The aroma of freshly baked waffles and sweet strawberries tickled my
nose as soon as I opened the door. I jumped over the banister to the first floor, landing by the
entranceway to the kitchen- stairs took too long.

Mom’s left eyebrow rose slightly, “Do you really have to do that every time you come downstairs?”

“What? You never say anything when Aiden does it. It’s not like I’m gonna break my ankles,
mom.” I stuck my tongue out to my brother who was working on a stack of my waffles and bacon.
“Where did Dad and Bryce go?”

“They’re doing something with your present.” She came over and placed a plate of waffles in front
of me. Before I could dig in, her pale, slender arms closed around my shoulders and she placed a
soft kiss in my hair, “Happy birthday, honey.”

“Thanks, mom.” I would have turned to hug her back but, I was really, really hungry.

“Yuh, hoppy burthday, sis” Aiden muttered, flecks of waffles and bacon landing on the table.

“Eww, gross Deni, don’t talk with your mouth full…but, thanks.” Dad and Bryce walked into the
kitchen a few minutes later. Bryce plopped down in the seat next to me and I snarled at him when
he tried to steal my bacon.

“Oooh, someone’s grumpy this morning. Is it cause you’re getting old, Annie?”

“Do. Not. Call. Me. Annie.” I quickly jabbed my butter knife into his arm, drawing a tiny bit of
blood. He flicked the droplet at me as the small gash closed almost instantly. His blood did not
smell nearly as appetizing as the waffles.

“Ana, don’t stab you brother. It’s not nice.” She turned her attention back to the waffle iron as dad
walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her tight before
kissing her cheek, bringing a mile-wide smile to her exquisite face. He whispered something in
her ear too low for even my vampire ears to hear. It had to be about my birthday present.

I scarfed down the rest of my food and zipped to my dad’s side before he had a chance to start
eating. “Can I see my present now, Daddy?” I hugged him and inhaled his scent. He smelled like
fresh cut grass and the damp woods. My favorite. Aunt Rosie is the only one who still teases him
about smelling like a wet dog, something I have now picked up and use on my brothers.

“Yeah, I s’pose.” He put me into a light headlock and we walked to the garage. I hope it’s not
another car. I like the one I currently have- a tricked-out Mini Cooper that I helped Dad fix up. It’s
ancient but you’d never know it. It looks brand new and it goes fast. Really fast. He opened the
garage door to show me my gift. Amongst the collection of fancy cars and street motorcycles sat
my brand new Yamaha all terrain dirt bike. You could ride it on the freeway and streets too. I’ve
been bugging my parents about a bike since Grams taught me how to ride one ten years ago.

“Whoa, dad! This is so cool! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I rushed over and turned on the
ignition. The bike roared as I gave it more gas. “This is so awesome! I love it!”

“ Yeah well, Edward doesn’t want you riding it unless you wear these…” He handed me a helmet,
gloves and what looked like a bulletproof jacket. Unecessary accessories for someone with quick
reflexes and zero chance of getting hurt.

“Seriously?” I eyed dad questioningly, a smile formed on his lips.

“Yeah, I know, kiddo. But, ease his mind a bit, kay?”

“Sure, pops. Whatever you say.”

“Anyways,” He fastened the helmet strap under my chin, “Happy Birthday, my lil’ bloodsucker.
Love you.”

“Love you, too.” I shouted as I pulled out of the garage to take my new bike for a spin.

*******

“Ana, what the…?” I took off my headphones to see Alice picking my clothes from off my floor.
“This is a vintage Yves St. Laurent dress and look at this, Christian Dior, probably permanently
wrinkled.”

“Oops?” I shrugged my shoulders at the tiny pixie zooming around my room placing my clothes
over her extended arm. I tossed my iPod onto the bed and helped her rearrange my closet.

“You’re just as bad as your Grams.”

“Hey, at least I wear this stuff.” I loved everything she bought for me. Alice and Rosie had
fantastic taste in clothing. And although I never had anywhere to wear them to, they made sure I
stayed up to date on the newest styles and latest trends. Grams and mom had no appreciation for
the designer labels that filled their closets. Often times, whenever I raided their closet to find new
pieces, I would pull something off the hanger that still had the tags on them. So sad, it was such a
waste.

“Yes, that’s true isn’t it? Anyways, I came to give you this.” She handed me the adorable Peter
Som dress I had pointed out last week in the latest issue of Vogue. “Wear it to the party. It will
look so pretty against your skin.”

I held the dress up to my body as I examined myself in the mirror, “Thanks, Alice. It’s a great gift.”

“Oh, that’s not your gift, dear. It’s just a dress. You know me better than that!” She grinned before
turning and flitted out of my room, humming some lovely tune in her musical, wind chime voice.

Chapter Four

I finished curling my hair, slapped on some lip-gloss and threw on my dress before and looked in
the mirror for final adjustments before heading over to Grammy and Granddad’s house. Theirs
was the largest of our homes. Purple’s and pink’s now covered every inch of the living room from
the table covers to the gift-wrap on the presents. A white birthday cake, almost too pretty to eat,
was on the center table, surrounded by fragrant white freesias and purple lilacs. A light breeze
flowed through the house and the usually scarce sunlight burst through the open windows
causing my vampire relatives’ skin to sparkle like diamonds. I was awestruck every time I saw it
happen. They were all so excruciatingly beautiful, I couldn’t help but be a little bit envious.

Grandpa was the first person I reached, “You are more beautiful than all of us combined,
sweetie.” He whispered into my ear in his smooth, velvety voice. He obviously heard what I was
thinking.

Grams was next, her angelic face twinkled in the afternoon light, “He’s right you know. Happy
birthday, my darling.”

I was greeted and wished a happy birthday by each member of my family. Everyone looked so
happy. It was intoxicating being surrounded by such beauty and unconditional love. Mom and dad
barbequed steaks, chicken, corn on the cob and an assortment of other veggies. I was not a fan
of vegetables but mom insisted that it wasn’t very healthy living on a diet that consisted entirely of
undercooked meat. Dad, Mom, Leah, Seth, Bryce, Aiden and I pigged out on the delicious meal.

“Hey uncle Em?”

“What’s up?” He looked up from the game on TV. Rosie looked over as well.

“Do you like seafood?”

“What?”

“See…food!” He opened up his big mouth to show Em the masticated piece of steak, “Get it?” Em
let out a booming laugh that echoed through the room.

“You’re revolting, you know that?” I rolled my eyes at him in disgust. You would have thought he’d
been raised by a pack of wild wolves from the way he ate.

We finished up our lunch and I posed for pictures with my cake and my family. Esme liked to take
thousands of pictures every time there was a birthday or celebration. The basement was half full
of boxes filled with pictures from our childhood. I cut the cake, handed out the slices and waited
for the best part. Presents.

****

“This is from Jazz and I.” Alice tossed me one of the large purple boxes. Inside was a black,
quilted Chanel messenger bag and matching sunglasses.

“For school.” Jazz chimed.

I got a new Apple laptop from Em and Rosie, a Burberry winter coat and scarf set from Grammy
and Granddad, some badly needed Bose acoustic headphones from Seth and Leah and a silver
locket with our family crest from Grams and Grandpa. It was exactly like mom and Grams.

“So, for my last present…School? Are we gonna talk about it now?” I had to take advantage of
the gift-giving mood everyone was in. I saw fear on the faces of my parents and grandparents
until Jazz came up behind them. He half smiled and sat next to Alice. I would have to thank my
mood-influencing uncle later for that. I sat between Bryce and Aiden on the sofa as Grandpa led
the discussion.

“Yes, school. As you know, we all want what is best for you and your brothers. After many
discussions, we have decided to enroll you at St. Augustine Academy.”

“Ugh. Isn’t that the private school?” I elbowed Bryce in the ribs. I think I heard something crack.

“Would you rather stay home, son?” Dad glared at him.

“Noooo.” He shut up real fast.

Grandpa quickly got back into the conversation, “St. Augustine has the best curriculum and
teachers. Not that you will have any problems academically.”

“Nope, none at all.” I beamed at my parents. Bryce and Aiden sank into the couch. School was
going to be a breeze–for me at least. There wasn’t anything the teachers could teach that I didn’t
already know.

“Of course, you know there are a few rules you have to follow. We have waited so long to send
you to school for a reason. Exposure is and will always be our main concern. Therefore, we have
agreed on the following–

One, you cannot join any sports teams. You would have an unfair advantage because of your
strength and speed and as you know, we will not condone cheating. Along those same lines, you
will have to hold back during P.E.”

“Your Grams is a good resource for advice in that department. Aren’t you, Bells?” Emmett
chuckled, joined by Jazz. Grams wasn’t amused.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about.” I could tell Grams was embarrassed, she fidgeted her
hands whenever she was put on the spot. Fidgeting is not a vampire trait.

“Can we continue, Emmett or are you not finished badgering my wife?” Grandpa stroked the back
of Grams’ hand reassuringly. He was always so protective of Grams. It was sweet.

“Rule number two,” It was dad’s turn now, “this is mainly for you boys. Keep your tempers under
control. No fighting or bullying or running you big mouths. The last thing we need is for you two to
go phasing in front of the entire student body.”

“Rule number three.” Mom looked at me, “I know you don’t like to darling but, you need to hunt. At
least once a week for the first month.”

“Mom, I’ve been around humans before.”

“Yes, we know. It’s just a precaution. You’ve been around humans but not for eight hours a day.
It’s different. Sitting next to them for hours on end. We don’t know if it’ll do anything to your thirst
but, why take chances?”

“Ok.” I hated hunting. I was terrible at tracking my prey and it always got messy.

“Rule number four.” Grandpa’s turn again, “Stick to the story.” Ah, yes. The story. This was the
greatest complication. Obviously, I couldn’t have my actual mother and father sign me up for
school seeing as how my mom looks to be about 18 at the most and my dad looks about 25.
Granddad Carlisle and Grammy Esme would pose as our adoptive parents. Adoptive parents to
13 children. Believable? I think not. But, it’s worked for them in the past.

So, according to the “story,” Dad, Bryce and Aiden were my blood brothers. Our parents died in
an accident with Seth and Leah’s parents- who were our cousins. The Cullens adopted us into
their family, which already included my mom, grandparents and aunts and uncles. It was a good
thing it was just my brothers and I going to school. I wouldn’t even know where to begin
explaining the relationships between my paired off “siblings.”

“Ok, suck at sports, drink blood and lie. Should be easy enough.” That got everyone- except mom
and my grandparents- laughing.

“Annie! You must take this seriously.” Ugh. Annie. Better not piss off Grandpa.
“Yes, Grandpa. I know. I will. I want this more than anything. So, thank you for letting us go.”

“It was a tough decision for all of us but, we can’t keep you here forever.”

“Yes, no matter how much we might want to,” Dad sighed deeply before finishing his sentence,
“You have to get out there eventually.” His warm hands were on my shoulders. I rubbed his hands
consolingly.

“I’ll be ok, daddy.”

“I know, kiddo. I know.” Poor Dad, he was having a tougher time with this than he would admit.

“So, tomorrow? What’s the plan?”

“Esme and I will take you and your brothers to register for school in the morning. You’ll have to
get your uniforms afterward- Alice and Rosalie volunteered to take you shopping.” Carlisle
nodded his head towards my two grinning aunts.

“Surprise, surprise.” Jasper’s voice was barely audible above the sound of the football game on
TV.

“So, when do we start class? Tuesday?” I clasped my hands together in front of my face.

“Yes.” Carlisle held my flapping arms down at my side. I could barely contain my excitement at
that point. I bounced around the room smothering my family with hugs.

“Thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me! I’ll be the oldest freshman at St.
Augustine’s but I don’t care. I can’t wait for school!”

Dad was the last one I hugged. I made sure to make it an extra strong one.

“I’ve never met anyone so excited to go to school before. Are you sure you’re my kid?”

Chapter Five

I couldn’t sleep at all after the party. Butterflies filled my stomach as the anticipation of the
upcoming days overwhelmed me. I sat by my open window and listened to the howls of my
brothers. I found them oddly soothing. If I had to hunt, I figured now was as better time than any. I
found and old Dartmouth sweatshirt I stole from Jazz and laced up my hiking boots. I exited my
room through the open window and hit the ground running– lighting fast to the source of the
howls. It had been months since the last time I hunted. I used to go once a month with my dad
when I was younger. Not because I was thirsty, but because he turned hunting into a game—see
who could catch dinner first. He always won. Big surprise.

I caught Aiden’s scent as soon as I reached the tree line. I followed it to the ravine that ran
through the middle of the woods. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my hearing, listening for
their heavy paws hitting the damp moss. I heard the two sets I was listening for 150 yards to the
west. I darted through the trees and darkness, closing in on my brothers. Their scents got
stronger as I closed in—twenty yards, almost there. I scurried up the nearest tree, leaping from
branch to branch trying to position myself above them.
My eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. Aiden and Bryce had caught an elk each. I dropped
down next to them, silently, onto an exposed boulder. Aiden growled at me for interrupting his
dinner. “Down, boy.” I teased. “Still hungry?” I took off, back to the east where I picked up the
scent of a small herd of deer. Aiden and Bryce flanked my sides– man, they were fast. I slowed to
a human pace and hid behind a tree. We had the advantage in the dark. Even with my mediocre
hunting skills, this would be an easy kill. I found the largest of the herd—an unsuspecting, adult
male—lapping water in a small pool by some rocks. I crouched into attack position and threw all
my weight forward, tackling the deer to the ground.

It didn’t struggle as my teeth sunk into its neck like a hot knife through butter. Its blood—warm
and rich—tasted amazing. When I drained the deer, I tossed its body and ran back to the ravine
to wash my face. I was full and finally tired.

“See you boy later.” I patted the top of Bryce’s head. It was time to go home and get some much-
needed rest.

****

I tossed and turned in my sleep all night. In my dream, I was at school. I had no friends and
everyone thought I was a freak. Girls were mean, talking about me behind my back. It’s like I was
living an never-ending episode of Gossip Girl. Is this how it’s going to be? I hope mom was
asleep.

“Mom! Mom! Where are you? I need you!”

I looked around the dark room and like and angel surrounded by blinding light, she appeared.
“Ana, love, I’m here. What’s wrong, baby?”

“Mom, I’m scared. I don’t know now…if this is such a good idea.”

“Shhhh.” I was in her comforting embrace. She stroked my hair and held me close to her chest. I
listened to the rhythm of her beating heart to calm myself. “Don’t be scared, darling. You’ll be
okay.”

“Come with me, please?” I looked up into her eyes, I could feel tears streaming down my face, “I
don’t want to be by myself.”

“Of course I’ll go with you. I won’t let anything happen to my baby.”

****

“Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?” My mom was perched on the edge of my bed, drinking a cup of
coffee and reading the morning paper. She looked gorgeous in her purple top and dark jeans.

“Morning to you too, mom. I slept much better after we talked. Thanks for that mom. I love you so
much.”

“Love you too, sweetie.”

“So, you comin’ to school with me…sis?” I rolled over and draped my arm over her legs.

“Sis. Ha. It’s been many years since I’ve been back to school. Should be fun. Are you hungry? I
could fix you up something.” she stroked my cheek with her thumb. I was ready to fall back
asleep.
“No, not today. I went hunting last night. I’m still full.”

“I can tell, your cheeks are flush.” She traced my cheekbone with her finger.

“What time is it?”

“It’s 7:15. It’s time to get ready. Grammy and Granddad want to leave at 8:00.”

“M’kay. Can I sleep for like, ten more minutes?” The excitement of the previous evening seemed
non-existent as I laid in my warm, comfortable bed. I’m not a morning person. I wanted at least
another two hours of sleep.

“Hmm. And here I thought you’d be the first one up and ready.” My slender mother picked me up
out of bed and tossed me over her shoulder as if I weighed only ten pounds. She dropped me on
the bathroom counter. “Nope, time to get up sleepy head. Shower and change. You have 40
minutes.”

I was half-awake when I stepped into the shower. I turned the knobs and freezing cold water
blasted through the showerhead. I was wide-awake after that. My muscles were a but stiff after a
night of hunting and the hot, ten-minute shower helped. I looked at the clock—thirty minutes, I
better get moving. I threw on my robe and ran back to my room to try to find something to wear.
Luck for me, I have an aunt who is always on step ahead. Alice laid out a new outfit on my bed–
she even picked out a matching purse and shoes. I combed my hair back into a ponytail and gave
myself one last look-over in the mirror. Perfect.

I leaped over the banister and sat down next to dad at the counter who was stuffing his face with
mouthfuls of cereal.

“Hey, kiddo. Mom told me about last night. Hungry?”

“Of course she did. And, no. Not hungry.”

“If you’d rather stay home, Annie, that’s fine by me.”

“With Mom there, everything will be ok.”

“Alrighty, whatever you say.” He slurped the remaining milk and put his bowl in the sink, “Come on
I’ll walk you to the car. They’re all outside waiting for you.”

***

“Ugh. You guys! This isn’t even the first day of school! We’re just going to register!” I stomped my
feet and threw a fit like any teenager who was forced to do something against their will.

“Seriously? Pictures?” Bryce and Aiden asked Grams in unison.

“Yes, pictures. Ok, so yes, technically not your first day. But it is a big day. Once Carlisle and
Esme get out here, it’ll be over. Now, stop complaining and hold still.” Grams’ snow-white finger
pressed down on the shutter release. She must have taken at least 100 pictures before Grammy
and Granddad finally reached the car.

“Love, I think they’re anxious to get going.” Saved by Grandpa. He took the camera from her
hands and wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. She turned her face up to kiss him.
They’ve been married for 43 years and they still acted like newlyweds. “Have fun. We’ll see you
when you get back.” Grams and Grandpa walked back into their house hand-in-hand.
“Boy’s you’re riding with me, girls, you ride with Esme.” Carlisle was leaving straight for work from
the school so we had to take two cars. Bryce and Aiden folded their massive bodies into the
Mercedes SUV and I followed Mom and Esme to the Rolls.

Alice flitted by my side on the way to the car, “Call me when you’re finished with registration and
Rose and I will meet you at the mall for some shopping. ‘Kay?”

“Sure thing, Alice. See you in a bit.” I pressed my lips to her forehead and gave her a kiss. She
danced back to Jazz who, with Rosie and Em watched us pull out of the driveway.

Mom held my hand the whole car ride to school. My apprehension from last night had all
disappeared knowing she was there with me. It was a 20-minute drive from our property to St.
Augustine’s. Enough time for a quick nap. I closed my eyes and rested my head on her shoulder.
She hummed Grams’ lullaby very quietly by my ear. After what seem like only five minutes, the
car stopped abruptly. Esme parked by Carlisle and we all filed out of the cars. School was already
in session so we didn’t have to worry about causing a scene in the parking lot.

Bryce and Aiden followed Esme and Carlisle up the steep steps to the administration building.
Mom hung back with me by the car. I breathed in the crisp New England and let out a deep sigh.

“Ready?”

“Oh yah. I’m ready.”

Chapter Six

“Dr. Cullen, pleasure to meet you. I am Dean Lipton, welcome to St. Augustine.” The stout,
balding man held open the heavy wooden door and welcomed us into his office.

“The pleasure is ours, Dean Lipton. This is my wife, Esme and these are our children—
Renesmee, Aiyana, Bryce and Aiden.” He shook our hands giving each of us a quick once over,
something mom said would happen often when meeting new humans. They weren’t accustomed
to seeing such extraordinary beauty—her words, not mine. The Dean’s eyes lingered a little
longer on Grammy than the rest of us. I don’t blame him, she’s absolutely gorgeous, like a screen
siren from the 30’s or 40’s.

“Hello, pleasure to meet you all. Please, take a seat.” He motioned for us to sit on the couch
against the wall as Grammy and Granddad sat in the chairs in front of his desk.

“Dean Lipton, I don’t know if your secretary relayed my message this morning but I have a little
over an hour to meet. I must get back to the hospital as soon as possible.”

“Don’t worry Dr. Cullen, this is just a quick meet and greet. I hear you have accepted the Chief of
Medicine position at Brunswick General? Congratulations.”

“Yes, I have, thank you. And please, call me Carlisle.” Granddad shifted in his seat, mimicking
Dean Lipton. Stillness was a giveaway of our kind and it made humans uncomfortable. Fidgeting
seemed to put them more at ease. “Once Nessie and Ana have graduated and gone off to
college, my wife and I are planning to move overseas.”
“Sounds lovely. And Mrs. Cullen, what sort of work do you do?”

“Interior design and home restoration. But I have taken some time off to complete our own home.”
I could tell from the look on his face he was completely enamored with Grammy. Her melodic
voice was hypnotizing.

“Lovely, lovely.” I couldn’t tell but Granddad must have been glaring at Dean Lipton because his
posture suddenly straightened and he fussed with his paperwork, “Humph, your paperwork is all
in order. Your counselors are waiting in their offices to finalize your schedules. They will take you
on a tour of the campus after you worked out your schedules. Dr. Cullen, Mrs. Cullen, I can
assure you that your children will be well taken care of here. We pride ourselves on our high
standards. They should have no problems fitting in.”

“Thank you, Dean Lipton. That is very good to know. Good day.” Carlisle stuck his hand out for
the Dean to shake. When he touched Granddad’s ice-cold hand, I saw him shiver just the
slightest.

“No,” Dean Lipton quickly stuck his hand in his pant pocket, “Thank you. Please follow Maggie,
she will show you to the counselor’s offices.”

****

Granddad was paged for work earlier than he had expected which left Grammy to look after us.
We sat in a large, dimly lit office. It had a renaissance feel to it with its arched entranceway,
domed ceilings, decorative moldings and of course, a large crucifix. Our family was not religious
by any means. This was a Catholic school but students were not required to attend church,
though religious studies was mandatory. One of the many factors our family considered before
settling on St. Augustine’s. I didn’t mind having to take religious studies—I found world religions
fascinating.

Boys and girls had separate counselors. They also, as I found out through talking to my
counselor, had separate campuses. The only co-ed classes were gym and music. Lunch was co-
ed as well. I’m fairly certain this was the final selling point—especially to Dad and Grandpa.

Mom and I saw our counselor together. Ms. Shepard looked about 40. Her appearance was very
disheveled and her office was a disaster—almost as bad as my room. She smelled funny too—
like a cat. We sat in our seats patiently as she rifled through a stack of file folders, in search of
something.

“Sorry, my dears. I’m…I’m the only one on staff right now. Two counselors quit the other day
leaving me with this mess. I know I look frightful right now, but believe me…I’m not normally like
this. Now, where did I put those…”

“Are you looking for these, Ms. Shepard?” Mom handed the flustered counselor our paperwork.

“Ah, yes. Silly me, I forgot I hadn’t even had your files to begin with.” I looked at my mom, wanting
to laugh but her expression read don’t even think about it. Ms. Shepard violently typed away on
her keyboard, talking to herself all the while. What a weird human. “Ok, let’s start with…
Renusmay? Ruh-nesma?” She was completely stumped by the pronunciation of Mom’s name.
Her facial expressions and gestures were so amusing to me. I’ve never had a conversation a with
full-blooded humans for more than two minutes. I felt like an anthropoligst discovering a new tribe
on a National Geographic documentary.

“You can call me Nessie for short, Ms. Shepard. It’s much easier.”

I couldn’t hold back my laughter any longer. Mom elbowed me lightly in the side.
“Nessie Cullen, freshman. I have you down for Algebra first period, Biology second period, Into to
World Religions third, Social Science fourth and English fifth, Gym sixth. We let our students
select their elective class. If you’ll just look over this list and select one, I’ll schedule that for
seventh period.”

Mom and I scanned through the list of electives. Advanced Orchestra, I think I’ll take that.

“I’d like to take Art, please.”

“My, what wonderful manners you have. So unlike most of the children at this school. Humph.”
She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, “Ok, art and…done. Next, we have…”

“Ana. Just call me Ana, Ms. Shepard.”

“Ok, Ana. I can put you in all the same classes as your sister, if you like.”

“Yes, please!” Awesome, at least I would know one person and not be a total pariah.

“And the elective you’d like to take?”

“I think I’d like to try out for the Orchestra. I play the piano.”

“She’s quite good.” Mom beamed at me.

“Thanks, sis.” I felt my cheeks burn. I wasn’t big on compliments.

“Orchestra, perfect. I know they’re in need of a piano player. Ok, you two are all set. Here are
your schedules. Your brothers should be just about finished as well. If you’ll take a seat in the
reception area, one of the student aides will take you on a tour through the campus. If you need
anything, feel free to stop by. Hopefully, I won’t be such a mess next time. Bye, girls.”

“Thanks, Ms. Shepard.” I turned and waved to the odd human as mom pulled me by my belt out
the door.

“That will be enough of that, Aiyana.” Ugh. She only used my first name when I was in trouble.
“It’s very rude to laugh at others who are having a tough time.” She was definitely in Mom mode.

“Sorry…Mom” I whispered into her ear, so low that no one else could hear. Except for my
brothers, that was, who were standing behind me.

“Ohhh, Annie’s in trouble already?” Aiden teased.

“Perfect Annie, getting into trouble. Imagine that. Whatcha do sis?” My other idiot brother joined
in.

“Nothing, morons.” I swiped the pieces of paper they held in their hands, “Lemme see your
schedules. Hey, we have gym together for sixth. Good, then we’ll be able to keep an eye on you
two, make sure you’re not cheating.”

“Whatever. Look, I think that’s our tour guide. See yah back at the car. Bye, Mom.” Bryce patted
the top of her head and Aiden followed suit. She hated it when they did that. Bryce and Aiden
introduced themselves to Nicholas, a very cute, blonde, football player type. He smiled at me
before walking out of the office with my brothers.

“I saw that, Ana.”

“What? He smiled, I smiled. I was just being nice.”

“Uh huh.”

I could feel my cheeks burning again.

****

We had waited in the reception area for about five minutes after my brothers had already left
when a pretty girl with long, blonde, curly hair dropped her backpack on a desk and rushed over
to us.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back here! I got held up in the newsroom. Sorry! Hi, I’m
Chelsea Woodrow. I’m a sophomore here.” She was very cheerful and bubbly.

Like the Dean, she stuck out her hand for us to shake. Being part human, the difference in our
body temperature was undetectable. I shook it without hesitation, “Hi, I’m Ana. This is my mo—
my sister, Nessie.” It was a very strange feeling, saying my mother’s name so informally. She
shook Mom’s hand too.

“It’s very nice to meet you two. Welcome to St. Auggies. Follow me, I’ll show you around.”

We followed Chelsea around the girl’s campus on the south side of the admin building. All of the
buildings were the same—old, large and very Catholic. I wasn’t paying much attention to the tour
because Chelsea and I couldn’t stop talking. We got on great from the get-go. Her effervescent
personality was contagious. I felt like I made my first human friend.

“Can I see your schedules?” We handed them to her, “Wow, you guys have the exact same
schedule. Lucky! Hey, Ana! We have Orchestra together! What instrument do you play?”

“I play the piano.”

“That’s great ‘cause we really need a new piano player!”

“She’s really, really good. You’ll be lucky to have her.” Mom couldn’t help to brag about me
whenever she got the chance.

“That’s so cool. I play the cello. I’m the lead chair. Hey, do you two wanna meet up for lunch
tomorrow? Oh wait…humph, never mind, I forgot, I have a newspaper deadline and I’ll be in the
newsroom all week…well, we’ll have to hang out sometime soon!”

“Yeah, that sounds great. Doesn’t it, Nessie?” I was pleading with my eyes.

“Yes, it does. That sounds…awesome.” Did she just say awesome? Mom never says awesome.

“Great, well, see you tomorrow in class, Ana. I’ll see you later, Nessie. Bye!”

“Kay, bye, Chelsea!” Mom and I met up with Grammy by the car.

“Did you really mean it, Mom? Can I hang out with her?”

“Sure. She’s lovely. I think it’s great—you making friends.” I gave her a huge hug and finally let go
when I saw Aiden and Bryce, looking very upset, flying down the staircase.

“Moooother?” Bryce draped his muscular arm around Mom’s shoulders.

“Yes, son?” She had a mischievous smile plastered on her face like she knew what he was going
to ask next.

“Did you know that boys and girls are separated at this school?”

“You know, now that you mention it, I think I did. Oops, looks like I forgot to tell you. Silly me. I
apologize, boys.”

“Perfect. Just perfect. Catholic school. With chicks in Catholic schoolgirl outfits. And here we are.
Stuck with a bunch of guys. All day. Thanks, Mom.” Bryce rolled his eyes as he squeezed into the
back seat of the car.

“Yeah, mom. What’s the point of going to school if there aren’t any chicks to check out?” Aiden
asked as he motioned for me to move over to the center seat. I felt claustrophobic sitting between
the two of them. Their body heat turned the interior of the car into a sauna. I was dying.

“Hmm, oh, I don’t know, education, maybe?” I could barely hear Mom’s response to Aiden’s
question–their big bodies muffled her voice.

“Ugh. Lame. Can we go home now?” Bryce was playing with the door handle, annoyed.

“Actually, no, we’re meeting your aunts at the mall for some shopping. Remember?”

“Ugh. I’d rather be euthanized.” Aiden’s head dropped back in defeat.

I couldn’t take it anymore, the heat was so stifling, I couldn’t breath, “That can be arranged, mutt,
if you don’t open the window!”

****

We pulled up to the enormous mall and left the car with the valet. This was no ordinary mall. We
were at the Galleria. It had every store known to man and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on
everything. Actually, I couldn’t wait to get out of the car. I didn’t want to be smothered to death
before my first day of school.

Grammy dragged Aiden to Restoration Warehouse to look for light fixtures for the house. Mom,
Bryce and I ran into Em and Jazz sitting on a bench outside one of the shops–looking completely
miserable–surrounded by loads of bags. Looks like they’ve been here for a while already. “In
there.” Em pointed to the Max Mara shop. I could barely see Alice’s spiky black hair above the
racks on the floor.

“Think I’ll stay here with Em and Jazz. Whenever you girls are done in there we’ll go to the tailor
with you. But there’s no way I’m being suckered into becoming your bag boy.”

“Fine. Stay, doggie. Be a good boy.” I scratched behind Bryce’s ear like I would a dog.

“You are definitely Rose’s niece aren’t you?” Em shot back.

“Ana!” Alice zoomed by my side, good thing there were no humans in sight. The sales attendant
was busy in the back room.

“Hi, Alice. Are you guys almost done here?”

“Yeah, we’re almost done.” I looked past Alice to the goddess that was my Aunt Rosie, “I’m just
waiting on a few pairs of shoes and then we can head over to the tailor’s. Where’s your mom?”
I looked behind me, “Good question. I thought she followed me in. She’s probably sitting with
Bryce.”

The middle-aged sales lady handed Rosie several boxes of shoes. Rosie modeled each pair in
the mirror. I observed the sales lady, her mouth slightly agape, and envy in her eyes as Rosie
twirled in front of the tri-fold mirror, very unnecessarily. Rosie knew she was beautiful and had no
qualms letting everyone know as well.

“I’ll take them all, thank you.”

“Uh, you’re welcome?”

My aunts paid for their selections and we all headed for the school’s tailor. I stopped to look at a
jacket in a shop window and when I turned back around, Bryce and Aiden were there, towering
over me. “Uh, hey guys. What’s up?”

“Hey, sis. We just wanted to have a little chat with you. Away from everyone else.” They folded
their arms in unison across their chests. Something our Dad does when its time to get serious.
Aiden and Bryce never took anything seriously so, I didn’t know whether to be scared or laugh.
They suddenly looked two feet taller than usual.

“Uh, ok. What’s this about?”

“So, you remember that guy, Nicholas?” Aiden’s eyes were boring questionably into mine, “The
one who took us on the tour of the campus?”

“Vaguely.” I remembered him perfectly. Cute, tall and blonde. I smiled, but quickly wiped it from
my face when I looked up at my stone faced brothers.

“Vaguely, huh? Right.” Bryce responded sarcastically. “Well, we just wanted to let you know, that
there will be none of that going on.”

“None of what? Wait…what? What is the hell is going on?” Were they trying to act like my big
brothers for once? “Are you telling me that you’re going to, what? Beat up boys who try talk to
me?”

“Well, sis, lets just say…Dad would approve. We’ll leave it at that.”

They walked away with an air of confidence I’ve never seen in them before. I on the other hand
was frozen in my position by the window, stunned and talking to myself, “What the hell just
happened?”

Finally, I regained control of myself and joined the rest of my family for my uniform fitting.

Chapter Seven

We were at the tailor’s for nearly two hours mostly because of Aiden and Bryce. They’re so tall for
“17-year old’s” that he didn’t have any pants or coats their sizes in stock. We were waiting for a
delivery from his other shop—Big&Tall. My fitting was quick, painless and over in about 20
minutes. Alice and Rosie selected at least two-dozen skirts in various colors and plaid schemes
and a jacket for every day of the week. I was growing restless and didn’t want to wait any longer,
so I asked mom if I could run home.

“Fine. But be careful, sweetie. We’ll see you later.” I kissed her forehead and punched Aiden in
his side.

“Later, suckers.”

“Ugh. So unfair.” Bryce slumped in his seat, trying to trip me up as I walked past him.

“Ana, wait.” I kept walking, backwards to face Alice, “Don’t ruin that dress, young lady!”

****

I walked five minutes to the boardwalk at the Androscoggin River and another ten past the
lumberyards and sawmills until I reached the woods. Twenty miles of trees and shrubs was all
that separated me from a nice hot shower and delicious dinner. My human appetite had returned
and I was going to be even hungrier after my run. After I made sure there were no humans
around, I walked into the woods.

The trees grew so close together, hardly any light reached the forest floor. After my eyes adjusted
to the darkness, I started to make my way through the woods. I flew through the trees, hitting my
stride about 200 feet in. My hair whipped in the wind behind me and the cool, moist air felt
refreshing on my face. I dodged fallen tree trunks and ducked under low-hanging vines, racing
towards the light ahead of me.

Once through the woods, I had to cut across the empty highway to get to our property. I was
kinda sweaty—the pitfalls of being human, sweat and body odor, eww—when I reached the state-
of-the-art gate that kept out any unwanted solicitors. The entire perimeter of our property was
protected by a 15-foot tall electric fence backed by a two-foot thick concrete wall. Overkill, maybe,
but we wanted to make sure no humans wandered into our woods at night. You never know who’s
out there.

I pressed my palm into the I.D system and waited for the gate to open after my handprint was
verified. It was very James Bond-y. Grandpa got the idea for the system after watching one of the
movies. The thick metal door slid open, welcoming me home.

****

“Hey, kiddo. Hungry?” Dad was seated on the sofa, watching a baseball game on the TV and
eating a big plate of chicken and mashed potatoes. The scent of it made my mouth water.
“There’s food on the counter, your Grams made it before she left.”

“Yeah, real hungry. Where did Grams go?”

“Hmm? Oh, uh, she and Edward left for the rest of the week to go hunting. Canada I think. I
dunno for sure, sweetheart.” His eyes never left the TV, “Ohhh, strike three.”

“Good game?” I asked from the bottom of the staircase after hanging my jacket.

“What’s that, Annie?”

“Nothin, Dad. I’m gonna get cleaned up. Be back in a jiff.”

“M’kay. Mom called a minute ago. She and the boys should be home soon.”
Like this morning, the hot water felt great. The day’s events washed down the drain along with the
grime and dirt I picked up in the woods. Bits of branches and leaves were matted in my hair. It
took a good five minutes before I was sure it was all out. I stepped out of the shower and
wrapped a towel around my body before I noticed my dress was a complete mess. I was going to
have to toss it into the washer immediately before Alice saw the grass stains, which were
impossibly unavoidable when you’re running at over 60 miles an hour. Maybe I could just throw it
away, it’s not like Alice would notice one missing dress. I owned enough clothing to clothe a small
country.

I heard Grammy’s car pull up from the hallway, I ran into my closet, threw on the first sweat suit I
could find and sped down to the kitchen to get some dinner before Aiden and Bryce had a chance
at it first. I piled my plate high with food and sat down next to Dad on the couch. Mom and my
brothers filed in through the door, Aiden and Bryce headed straight for the kitchen—of course.
Dad got up to greet Mom, a very toothy smile was now plastered on his face. They never spend
more than a couple hours away from each other. It must have been like an eternity for Dad. He
swept her up, off the ground into his strong arms and she reached her palm up to his face to give
him her own kind of hello and to show him her day. I averted my eyes, turning my attention to the
game on TV and stuffing my mouth with mashed potatoes. These exchanges between them were
so private and tender I felt like I was intruding on an intimate moment. Not to mention, I even
didn’t want to think about what other kind of stuff she showed him through her gift. I could tell it
was definitely past PG-13 when she would start giggling and he would pull her close and
practically maul her in front of us. I love my parents but, eww, gross. No one wants to see their
parents make-out.

Dad sat back down next to me on the couch, draping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me
close to kiss my forehead as Mom went into the kitchen to grab herself some dinner.

“So, did yah like the school?”

“S’kay I guess. It’s old and stuffy. You’d hate it there.”

“Ha. Yeah, pretty sure I would, kiddo.”

“I made a friend. I think. Her name’s Chelsea. She was really nice. Mom liked her too. Didn’t
you?”

Mom was seated on the other side of Dad, chewing on some chicken. “Yes, she was very nice.”

“Mom said I could hang out with her sometime.”

“Already making friends and it wasn’t even yer first day. That’s great. I hope yah like it there.” Dad
leaned over and bit off a piece of Mom’s chicken. Wolves—their always hungry.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Before I forget, sweetie,” Mom blurted out between bites, “Alice has two sets of your uniforms, I’ll
get them from her after Dad and I get back from hunting tonight. The tailor said the rest should be
done by the end of this week.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I tried to smile but I yawned instead. I was so comfortable, my limbs starting to
melt into the sofa.

“So, are you excited about tomorrow?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. It probably doesn’t look like it but that’s coz I’m really tired.” My eyelids started
to get really heavy as I rested against him. The warmth exuding from his body was lulling me to
sleep. “I think… I’m gonna… crash out early tonight.” My eyes were fully closed now. Dad lifted
me off the couch and cradled me in his arms. I heard his big feet below me, stomping their way
up the staircase. He laid me gently on my bed and pulled the covers over my body. I rolled onto
my side, away from him. “Kay, Daddy. Love you.” I mumbled before giving in to my sleepiness.

****

I was woken up rudely by the sound of a blaring alarm clock. It must have magically appeared
overnight because I have never owned an alarm clock my entire life. I looked at the clock’s face—
6:00. Ugh, I’ve never been up that early for anything. Ten more minutes, I told myself. Ten more
minutes then I would drag myself out of bed and into the shower to get ready for school. The
clock had other plans. At 6:02 the alarm went off again, this time louder and for at least two
minutes. It probably would have gone on longer had I not dropped my hand onto it so forcefully
that I smashed it to pieces. Oops. Sometimes, I don’t know my own strength. Especially at 6:02 in
the morning.

I walked through my room, bleary-eyed and groggy, grabbed my uniform that Mom must have laid
out sometime during the night, a pair of knee high socks and my beat up Converse shoes and
stumbled half asleep through the hallway to the bathroom. I hung my uniform behind the
bathroom door and turned on the shower. This whole getting up in the morning for school thing
was going to take some getting used to. The ten-minute shower helped wake me up. I felt
refreshed and energized when I stepped onto the shower mat. I dried my hair and pulled it up into
a high ponytail. I lightly applied some shimmery eyeshadow that made my brown eyes pop and I
finished off my look with some pink tinted lip-gloss.

I’m pretty sure Rosie made additional adjustments to my skirt after Alice brought it home—it was
much shorter today than it was yesterday during my fitting. I had mentioned to Rosie that I didn’t
like the length. The skirt accentuated my long and lean legs. Dad is going to flip. I buttoned up my
blouse, adjusted my tie and put on my blazer, which was embroidered with our school insignia.
The high socks help lessen the shock of the shortness of my skirt. Maybe dad wouldn’t freak out
after all. I took one last, long look at myself before heading downstairs. I had to admit, I made the
uniform look good.

*****

“No. No, no, no, no, no. You are not wearing that to school!” Dad took one look at me as I walked
down the stairs and pointed to my room. Mom lowered his hand back down to his side and
rubbed his arm consolingly.

“Daaad. It’s the only one I have right now.”

“That’s not appropriate for school. It’s a little short don’t you think, Aiyana?” Dad never used my
full first name. He was definitely upset.

“What’s the big deal, dog? It is a school approved uniform.” Rosie appeared from the kitchen. I
could tell she was trying to push Dad’s buttons from the huge, devious grin on her dazzling face.

“This was your doing, wasn’t it blondie? Making my daughter look like…that!”

“So maybe it was. There’s nothing you can do about it now. Like she said, it’s the only one she
has.”

“Jake,” Mom cooed in her sweet, melodic voice, “You’re overreacting just a bit, don’t you think?’
She winked at me when Dad wasn’t looking. I could always count on Mom to help me get out of
trouble with Dad. He looked from me back to Mom, and hunched over in defeat, his height
matching hers. I felt guilty—but only slightly. I hid my smile as I walked past him, letting it spread
as walked into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

****

Mom was going to drive today but Dad insisted on dropping and picking us up. My parents and I
took Dad’s Tahoe, Aiden and Bryce followed in Emmett’s Range Rover. The ride to school was
quiet. Mom’s hand never left Dad’s. It was going to be a very long day for them both—Dad
suffered from separation anxiety every time he was apart from her. Dad pulled into the busy
parking lot and parked the car. He took a deep breath and sighed. Mom pulled him toward her
and gave him a long kiss. That was my signal to get out of the car. Aiden and Bryce were leaning
against Dad’s door. It was a good thing the windows were darkly tinted. I didn’t want to have to
explain to anyone so soon, why my “sister” was making out with my “brother”.

Mom finally got out of the car and walked around it to stand next to me. She tapped my elbow
with her’s and nodded towards the school. Time to go.

Before we walked away, Dad rolled down his window, “Annie, just a second.”

Aiden and Bryce walked ahead but Mom stayed with me. “Yeah, Dad?” I whispered the last word.

“I just wanted to let you know that if you need me, I plan on taking a very long nap today as soon
as I get home.”

Poor dad, I could see the pain in his eyes. “Ok, Daddy. If I need you, I’ll find you.”

“Kay. Love you, kiddo. Have a good day at school.” I thought I saw a tear trickle down his cheek
but he rolled up the window so fast, I couldn’t confirm.

****

We walked through the parking lot and our presence was instantly noticed. I saw Nicholas, the
cute, blonde from the previous day and turned my head in the other direction. Aiden and Bryce
were behind us and I didn’t want to catch any flack from them later. My attention was immediately
drawn to a group of three, glamorous looking girls. The one who stood in the center—a brunette
with hard, squinted eyes– was obviously the leader. The two who flanked her sides were leaning
in whispering into both ears. With my excellent hearing I could what they were talking about—me.
She stared at me probing intensity and flashed a forced and insincere smile my way. She headed
for campus with her friends right before the bell rang.

The four of us stood in the parking lot for a quick Mom lecture. “Ok, boys, remember, you are on
your own and we are trusting you to behave. Please don’t disappoint us.”

“Yes, mom.” They replied in unison.

“Ok, we’ll see you at lunch.” She stepped forward, arms extended and stopped when Aiden
stepped back.

“Mom, I love you to death but, I can’t let anyone see me hugging my sister before class.”

“Oh, right. Sister. Ok then. Have a good day, bro.” My brother’s chuckled and headed up the
stairs to the boy’s campus.

****

Mom and I walked into first period Algebra and handed our teacher, Mr. Wurth our schedule. His
heartbeat sped up and he held his breath as my mom spoke. “We’re new. I’m Renesmee Cullen
and this is my sister Aiyana Black. I go by Nessie.”

“Ana, for me.” I interjected.

“Yes, we were told we’d be getting some new students this week. This is a small school, four new
students is a lot for us. Okay, girls, here are your text books and let’s see…Nessie why don’t you
have a seat next to Charlotte over there and, Ana…why don’t you take a seat next to Mel in the
corner there. Mom gave me a sympathetic look before I took my seat in the last row, closet to the
windows. I opened the textbook and skimmed the pages. Graphing quadratic equations, factoring
polynomials, function transformations, blah, blah and blah. Boring, boring, boring. Math was my
least favorite subject. I’ve gone over this stuff hundreds of times with Rosie. This class was going
to be so easy.

My neighbor made no attempt to talk to me though I saw her glance at me several times. Today’s
lecture on the Distance formula dragged on and on. I found myself looking up at the clock every
five minutes, listening to the ticks counting down to the end of the hour. Mom fidgeted side to side
in her seat probably just as miserable as me. Finally, the bell rung and I jumped out of my seat
and zoomed out the door slightly faster than a human pace. Mom glared at me when she walked
out but didn’t mention anything about it. Note to self, slow down next time.

“How horrible was that? Mr. Wurth’s monotone voice nearly put me to sleep.” Mom sounded very
teenager-y. I almost forgot that her 49th birthday was approaching.

“Yeah, totally. It’s a good thing I sit in the back.”

“Can you imagine how miserable your brothers must be right now?” Her laughter echoed in the
hallway, I soon joined in. Girls stared at us and whispered to each other as we walked past them
in the hallway. I stared back, Mom took a more or less diplomatic route and ignored everyone,
oblivious to the gossip we were causing.

Mom looped her arm through mine, “Ana, my love,” she whispered into my ear, “It’s going to be a
long day.”

Chapter Eight

Biology, World Religions and Social Science were far more interesting classes than Algebra. No
one talked to me—again—in second and third period but at least I got to sit next to Mom in Social
Science. Fifteen minutes before the lunch bell, an announcement sounded on the loudspeaker.

“Nessie Cullen, please report to the counselors office.”

Mom placed her forehead on her hands on top of her desk and let out a long sigh, “I will bet
you…” She exhaled another sigh, “A million dollars it’s got something to do with your brothers.”

Oh, man. If that was true, Aiden and Bryce had it coming. Three hours and 45 minutes into the
first day of school and they were already in trouble. I felt sorry for them…sorta.

“I’ll see you soon…hopefully.” She stormed off leaving me to face the scariest part of the day
alone—lunch.
****

I was hoping to run into Chelsea but she said she would be stuck in the newsroom all week. I
supposed I could have tried to find the newsroom but eventually decided against it—I was starting
to get hungry. I got into the lunch line and grabbed a tray. The not-so-friendly lunch lady spooned
an unidentifiable substance onto my plate that I could only assume was macaroni and cheese
from its coloring and a rubbery meat patty that smelled kind of like beef. She placed the plate on
my tray and I brought it closer to my face to get a better whiff. It smelled absolutely revolting.

“You’d think with the $35,000 a year tuition, we’d get better food.”

The lunch lady was not amused, “Next!”

I paid for the food that I probably wouldn’t eat and searched the cafeteria for my Mom and
brothers. They were nowhere to be found. Great. They must be in trouble. I looked around the
room for an empty table or a friendly face. I found one—an empty table, not friendly face—in the
center of the room. I waded through the sea of students and took a seat at the table. All around
me, students were staring yet no one came to talk to me. I felt very embarrassed and very alone.
I was about to get up and leave the cafeteria, but before I had the chance to, Nicholas
approached my table.

“Hey, I’m Nick.” He was even cuter up close with vibrant blue-green eyes, I was probably
admiring him more intensely than intended because he started blushing and his heartbeat sped
up, “You’re Aiden and Bryce’s little sister, right?”

“Yeah, I’m Aiyana. Everyone calls me Ana.”

“It’s good to meet you, Ana. I’m surprised you’re sitting by yourself. Where’s the rest of your
family?” He pulled out the empty chair next to mine and took a seat. He smelled divine. Sweet
and earthy with a hint of my favorite fragrance—grass.

I inhaled his intoxicating scent. I needed to regain my composure before I could look him in the
eyes again. His heartbeat sped faster as I smiled at him, trying to form a coherent sentence,
“Umm, I think my brothers got into trouble during fourth period. My sister was called to the office.”

“That blows. First day. Not a good way to start.”

“Humph…no, not at all. But leave it to the twins to get into trouble on their first day.” I wanted to
steer the conversation away from my brothers. Emmett always told me the way to a guy’s heart is
to talk about sports—something I was good at. I noticed his letterman jacket, “Nice jacket. What
sports do you play?

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Uh, lacrosse and soccer. Oh and football, I’m the captain.” That explained the
grassy smell.

“Football. Nice. I love watching it on TV. Go Patriots!”

“You like football?”

“Yeah, is that strange?”

“It’s just…you don’t look like the football type.”

I didn’t understand his odd statement. I didn’t know there only certain types of people watched
football. It made me very curious,” And what type would that be?”
“Uhh, well you know…” He seemed to be at a loss for words, I could see a tiny bead of sweat
forming on his brow. I think I made him nervous. He looked down at his hands and flashed a shy
smile. “Well, hey, if you want to come sit with my group, I can introduce you to some—” the
brunette girl I saw in the parking lot interrupted Nick from finishing his sentence.

“Heeey, Nicky. Who’s your friend?” His eyes were soft and almost apologetic before he turned
away from me to face the brunette and her two friends who were giving me the evil eye.

“Ana Black, this is Annika. These are her friends Brandi and Marina.”

“Ana, huh? I used to go by Anna. But that was so last year.”

“And what are you going by this year?” I tried not to sound sarcastic but I think I failed that
attempt.

“Just Annika. My name is like, really unique. Don’t you think?” She flipped her hair and looked to
her two silent friends for affirmation.

“Sure. I’ve never met an Annika before. But then again, I was home schooled my whole life so I
don’t know a whole lot of people.” I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to bully the
new kid into a corner. She had no idea who she was messing with. Growing up in a large family, I
learned how to roll with the punches.

“Ana’s actual name is Aiyana. Cool huh? Haven’t heard that one before have you, Annika?” Nick
was trying to help me out.

“No. I haven’t” She rolled her eyes, and pulled out a chair across from us. Marina and Brandi sat
in the two chairs at her side. It looked like they were settling in for an interrogation. “So, Yana—”

I wanted to growl at her but I suppressed the feeling, “It’s, Ana, actually. A-N-A. Ana.” They say
first impressions are the most important. My first impression of Annika? I really wasn’t going to
like this girl.

“Ok, Ana. Who were the other three with you this morning?”

“My brothers Aiden and Bryce are juniors. My sister, Nessie is a freshman, like me.”

“Your brothers look a little old for high schoolers.”

“Well, my dad was a giant, just like them.”

“Was?”

“Yeah. My parents died a long time ago in a car crash, just after I was born” It made me sick to
my stomach to have to lie about my parents but I had no other choice, “We’re adopted.”

“Wait,” Brandi finally spoke up, “Are you one of Dr. Cullens kids?”

“Yes, Dr. Cullen and Esme are my parents. Why?”

“My mom’s a nurse at the hospital he works at. She told me that a few of his kids were going to
be coming to school here. She says your dad is totally hot.” Carlisle was attractive indeed for
being over 400 years old.

“You should see my mom…and the rest of my family for that matter.”
“She said he’s got like, a ton of kids.”

“If by a ton you mean 13 then, yes, I suppose that’s a lot.”

“13? And you all live together?” Nick leaned in closer, I hadn’t eaten lunch yet and he smelled…
appetizing. Mom was right. Being in such close quarters with humans for an extended period of
time reawakened my thirst. There was a dull, burning sensation in my throat. I leaned into my
seat, away from him as far as I could.

“Yes, We live on a big property by the 201.”

“The one with the electric fence around it?” An unrecognizable voice from behind asked—I didn’t
realize that I now had an audience. Standing behind Nick and I were a couple of his friends.
Everyone was very interested to hear my story.

“Uh, yeah. That one. My mom tore down the barns that used to be there and had a few houses
built.”

“So you guys are like, rich. Really rich aren’t you?”

“Brandi! So rude! Why would you ask that?” Marina’s voice sounded appalled. She mouthed
“sorry” silently so her friends couldn’t hear. She had kind eyes. I think she was trying to be nice. I
wondered how she ended up in Annika’s group.

Annika straightened in her seat, knocking her friends elbows off the table and reestablishing a
dominant position. She tried to regain control of the conversation, “Whatever. Anyways, how
many brothers and sisters do you have?”

Oh, boy. Here we go. Hopefully I can get this right. ‘Well, I have three blood brothers…Aiden and
Bryce are students here and the oldest, Jacob, is in college. My cousins Leah and Seth were
adopted, too. Their parents died with mine in the crash. They’re in Washington right now. Then
there’s my sisters Nessie, Bella, Alice and Rosalie and my brothers Edward, Jasper and Emmett.
So yeah, 13 kids.”

Just as Annika was about to ask another question, I saw Mom standing at the entranceway
waving for me to come to her. Saved by the Mom.

“Uhh, hey guys, it was nice meet you and all but I have to go. My sister is here and she looks like
she needs to talk to me.”

Nick stood at the same time I did and handed me my bag. His eyes were like the ocean, deep
swirls of blues and greens. I had to stop staring at him otherwise Mom was bound to notice. “I’ll
see you later, Nick.”

“Yeah, I…hope so.”

I brushed past Annika, trying to get away as fast as humanly possible but she reached for my arm
stopping my in her tracks. She stood up next to me and had to look up to talk—I was at least six
inches taller. “Ana, just so you know…this is my table. For future references, if you want to sit
here, you’re gonna have to ask.”

Now I was irritated. I was a big believer in pacifism—that was until today I wanted to rip her head
of her shoulders. Instead, I mustered the sincerest smile I could. Annika must have been
surprised by my reaction because she cowered back to her seat. I walked to my Mom,
victoriously.
“Hey, sweetie. Interesting afternoon?” She was looking past me—obviously at Annika and her
friends. I turned my head over my shoulder to see Annika staring at the two of us, whispering and
laughing with Brandi. “Make any friends?”

Friends? Hardly. I chuckled, “No, not at all.”

****

“So are you gonna tell me or am I gonna have to guess?”

“What?”

“Uh, hello? Nessie Cullen, please report to the counselors office—ring a bell? How bad is it?”

“Actually…”

“Oh no…did they hurt someone?”

“No.”

“Then what? Come on Mom…” I needed to remember to stop saying that. Curious, gossipy
students surrounded us, “Nessie…the suspense is killing me!”

“Well, your brothers got into a very spirited debated with their U.S History teacher about the Civil
War. About how Confederate soldiers got screwed over…or something to that effect. Anyways,
the teacher didn’t take to kindly with their outbursts and asked them to leave the room.”

“Seriously?” Uncle Jazz was a Confederate soldier before he was changed. He remains one at
heart to this day. He lectured us to no end about the glory of the Confederacy. His demeanor was
always so calm and quiet but bring up the Civil War and you were likely to spend two hours
listening to the ratings of a raving madman. It was amusing to see Jazz get so worked up. Who
would have thought Aiden and Bryce even paid attention to his lessons. “Wait, so why were you
called to the office?”

“Ah, that…Aiden told his counselor that sometimes he says stuff without thinking because suffers
from ADHD. Oh and Bryce apparently has it, too, because they’re twins. The reason I was called
in was because I hold onto their medication.”

“And the counselor bought it?”

“Yes. Your brothers are cleverer than you give them credit for.”

“I can see that.”

“Ana?” We stopped to find my locker before our next class, Mom looked like she was examining
my face.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, but, your eyes are pitch black.”

“Oh, it’s ’cause I’m hungry. The food here is atrocious and possibly hazardous to your health.
Don’t eat it. Ever.”

“Are you hungry or are you…thirsty?” She looked concerned.

I shut my locker. There was no reason to lie to her so I didn’t, “Both, actually. But, I’m ok. Don’t
worry,” I wrapped my arm around her shoulder as we headed to English, “I’m not going to eat
anybody.”

*****

Mom and I were seated at the open table at the very back of the classroom. While Mom was busy
writing lesson notes while I was eagerly reviewing the Syllabus. First semester reading consisted
of a Tale of Two Cities, Romeo and Juliet, The Taming of the Shrew and Wuthering Heights—one
of my favorites. What I thought were lecture notes was actually a note for me.

So, what happened at lunch?

Besides, me not eating?? Some girls asked questions about us.

What kind of questions?

How many brothers and sister we have, where do we live, are we blood-sucking fiends, you know
the usual

Very funny sweetie. Who’s the boy?

What boy??

The cute one you were practically drooling over

I have no idea what you’re talking about mother

She dropped her pencil on the paper and extended her right pinky so it was lightly touching the
side of my palm, it was amazing how much she could show you with just one little finger. Images
of Nick and me in the cafeteria flashed in my head. She showed me the way I was smiling at him
and how watched me walking away like a love-stuck puppy. I pulled my hand away and rested my
chin on my upturned palm.

You’re not going to tell Daddy are you?

She looked at the note, paused and scribbled something very quickly,

No. We are gonna have to talk about it eventually. But for now, it’ll be our little secret. I remember
what first love is like.

MOOOM! I’m not in love with the guy!

You know what I mean.

I tore the note to shreds as Ms. Quinn walked towards our row. I whipped out a fresh sheet of
paper and copied the day’s notes from the overheard. I scanned the room and saw a familiar
face. Marina was in my class. We looked at each other at the same time and she smiled. Maybe I
did make a friend today after all. .

****

Mom somehow managed to look stunning in our unflattering gym clothes. St. Augustine’s school
colors—blue and silver—complimented her pale skin and bronze hair. She was ridiculously
beautiful even in baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. P.E was one of the only classes that
boys and girls shared. From across the soccer field, it was hard to miss my brothers who were at
least a head taller than the rest of the boys.

Today the girls were playing softball. I was bummed. Being genetically gifted with speed, strength
and amazing hand-eye coordination, I was a natural at baseball. Some of my fondest memories
growing up were of playing baseball during thunderstorms with my family. Sometimes, we would
play softball, too. I always played the shortstop position. Mom was a pitcher. All of us still get
together and play whenever Alice sees a storm coming but it hasn’t rained for almost two months.
I was itching to play. Having to pretend to be bad at something I was so good at was devastating.
All 15 of us girls headed over to the softball field to play against another girls P.E class. Annika
stood, sour-faced as ever, at home plate with a bat on her shoulder and smirk on her face. How I
wished I could wipe it off for her but I had to be on my best behavior for Mom.

“Ok, girls. Mr. Banners team is up to bat first.” our teacher, Coach Willis, tossed smelly, beat-up
mitts to nine random girls—Mom and me included—and a ball to a lanky blonde, “Decide who’s
pitching or take turns. Take the field—move it!”

We stood around the mound. No one wanted to volunteer to pitch first. I was shocked when Mom
grabbed the ball out of the blonde’s hand. “I’ll pitch. Nessie is an excellent short-stop unless you
girls have any objections?” No one did. The rest of the girls scattered to various positions. I took
the opportunity to have a word with my mother.

“Pitching?”

“Wells, it’s been a while since we’ve played and I kinda miss it. Besides, we need a little fun
today. Just remember, take it easy on the humans.”

“You’re one to talk, Ness. Don’t even think about throwing that split.” I walked between second
and third and waited for Coach Willis to signal the start of the game.

****

It must have been just as hard for Mom as it was for me to hold back during the game. Mixed in
with the dozens of strikes she threw out, she had to give up some easy ones as well. I saw the
muscles in her neck contract every time a member on the opposite team got a hit off her. She did,
however, not give up a single hit to Annika. She didn’t stand a chance against Mom’s famous two-
seam split, which still has me swinging at the fences whenever I face it.

The game was tied 4-4 in the last inning and I was the last one up. We had a runner on first and
third. I just needed a single for us to win but I couldn’t help myself. I would have hit only a single if
it weren’t for the fact that Annika took over pitching for the girl who had thrown the whole game.
This was probably the only chance I was going to have to show her up and I decided to ignore my
Dad’s voice telling me not to and go for it.

Her first pitch was horrible. Ball one—way outside the plate, practically in the dirt. Next pitch
came, same thing. Her third pitch was perfect, slow and knuckling right down the middle of the
plate. I swung the bat with less than a quarter of strength I was capable of and smashed the ball
out of the field and over the fence. Home run. I looked at Mom while rounding first, a disproving
shake of the head but a half-smile was on her lips. I stepped on third and was high-fived at home
plate by my whole class. It felt great.

Annika looked furious and to add to that fury, I handed her the home run ball which was tossed
back to home plate while I was running, “Better luck next time.”
Chapter Nine

I got changed out of my gym clothes quickly, said goodbye to Mom and headed towards the
music department for what was bound to be my favorite class—orchestra. Chelsea was by the
door, scanning the hallway like she was looking for someone. I should have known it was me she
was looking for. When I was within ten feet of the classroom door, Chelsea waved rapidly to get
my attention.

“Hey! I just wanted to talk before class and see how things are going.”

“Oh, it’s…going. I wanted to try to find you at lunch but I was hungry so I decided to stay in the
cafeteria. Bad idea since I didn’t end up eating anything. The food here is repulsive.”

“I know, right? So, anyways, you make any friends yet?”

“Not really. Well, except maybe for Nicholas.”

“Tall, blonde, totally cute Nicholas?”

“Yeah. He took my brothers on their campus tour the other day. He was just being nice.” I thought
about his alluring scent and inviting smile—I hoped Chelsea didn’t notice my blush—“
Unfortunately, I think I made a few enemies as well.”

“Let me guess…Annika Sorrenstrum and her lackeys.”

“How’d you guess?”

“Because…you’re the new girl and you’re very pretty.”

No one outside of my family had ever called me pretty before—I was a little embarrassed. “Does
she pick on you, too?”

“No. My sister, Alex is part of her group. Annika doesn’t bother me but she doesn’t acknowledge
my existence either.”

“Alex? I didn’t meet an Alex. Just Brandi and Marina.”

“She’s Annika’s best friend and right hand woman. They do everything together. Alex is at our
mom’s place in Vermont until the end of this week. She can’t stand our dad so every once in
awhile she’ll take off to moms without warning. She’s totally spoiled and the complete opposite of
me. All she cares about is being popular and dating. She fits in perfectly with Annika’s brat pack. I
should warn you…Nick used to go out with my sister. That’s probably why she wasn’t very nice to
you. She probably thinks you like him.”

“Oh, I’m not…interested in him like that or anything.” I was—I just didn’t want to admit it to anyone
yet.

“Sure, Ana, so why’s your face all red?” She nudged my teasingly. “Don’t worry, I think you’re way
better for him than Alex ever was. He’s a really nice guy—totally sweet. She took advantage of
him and used him to up her social status. I can tell you’re not that kind of girl.”

“Thanks, Chelsea.”
“Please, just call me Chels. We should get to class…I think the second warning bell is about to
ring”

“’Kay. I’ve been looking forward to this class all day!” I was excited. I couldn’t wait to be
surrounded by other people as enthused about music as I was. It had always been a dream of
mine to play as part of a full orchestra.

“Oh, crap!” She slapped her forehead with her palm and sighed heavily. “I forgot to tell you that
you needed to prepare a piece for class today. You have to try-out for advanced orchestra.”

I chuckled. That wasn’t going to be a problem. “S’kay, Chels. You don’t ever have to worry about
me being prepared.”

****

“You must be Ana Black. Welcome. Chelsea told me yesterday that you are a pianist?” Mr. Varner
looked to be in his early 30’s with dark hair and thick glasses. With his almost translucent
complexion, it would have been easy to mistake him for a vampire.

“That’s correct, sir.”

“I hope she informed you that you would have to perform a piece for the class today? Standard
try-out for all advanced orchestra students.”

I looked at Chelsea sitting in center of the first row. She silently mouthed sorry. “Yes, she told me.”

“Excellent. Which piece will you be playing?”

I quickly ran through the hundreds of compositions I had memorized over the last 23 years,
“Valse romantique.”

Mr. Varner looked stunned. “A Debussy piece. Interesting. Very ambitious and complicated. Do
you need a moment to run through it once in our practice room?”

Valse romantique was considered one of Debussy’s tougher pieces to play but I had perfected it
over the last 15 years and could play it backwards if I had to. “No. I’m ready now.”

“Well then, the floor is all yours, Miss Black.”

Playing the piano is like second nature to me. I closed my eyes and positioned my hands over the
ivory keys. I applied varying amounts of pressure, accentuating every crescendo and chord. For
three minutes and 30 seconds, I poured a piece of my soul into the music, losing myself in the
notes that danced on the imaginary pages in my mind. When I was done, I couldn’t help but
smile. Playing the piano was one of my greatest joys. I opened my eyes and became aware of
the 80 silent eyes focused on my. They looked shocked and awed and possibly hypnotized. The
silence was deafening and I was praying for Mr. Varner to say something.

“That was…amazing, Ana. Absolutely fantastic. It’s uh, obvious you are quite the piano virtuoso.
Congratulations! Welcome to the class.”

“Thank you, Mr. Varner.”

“David…would you please conduct while I get Ana some sheet music?”

“Sure.” The redheaded violin player took the conductor’s wand and instructed the class while I
followed Mr. Varner to one of the small rooms off to the side. He slid a drawer open out of one of
the large black filing cabinets and rifled through the sheet music.

“Here you go. We are preparing Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty Waltz for the annual Maine High
School Concerto Competition. After your performance today, you should have no problem with
this piece.” I was familiar the Sleeping Beauty Waltz. Not difficult in the least but still fun to play.
“May I ask, how long have you been playing for, Ana?”

“Many years. Since I was two.”

“I am extremely impressed by your talent. Have you ever considered trying out for Bangor’s
Symphony Orchestra? It’s an award-winning orchestra—I play the trumpet for them. We don’t
normally allow high school students to try out but I could talk to the conductor—I’m sure they’d be
willing to make an exception for you.”

“No, I haven’t. I’m flattered you think I’m good enough.”

“Ana, your more than good. You’re probably one of the best pianists I’ve ever heard.”

“Thank you, Mr. Varner. But, I think I’ll be quite satisfied with the orchestra here at school.”

“Very well. Just wanted you to know, there are options for a person with talent like yours. You
should always be open to such opportunities.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Well, there’s 20 minutes left before the end of the school day. Why don’t you take a seat and join
rehearsal.”

Chelsea beamed at me as I moved past her chair. Congratulations were written on her face. I
took my seat on the piano bench and laid the sheet music in front of me. I couldn’t imagine a
better way to end the day.

“Ana! Wait up!” She shoved her way through the swarm of students rushing to the parking lot.
“You were amazing. I know your sister said you were really good but…wow. I mean, that was
just…amazing!”

“Thanks, Chels.”

“I gotta go back to the newsroom. I’ve got that stupid deadline to meet. I’ll try to catch you at
lunch tomorrow but I can’t guarantee I’ll be there. Oh, hey,” she ripped a piece of paper out of her
binder and scribbled down some number, “Here’s my phone number. Call me whenever, ‘kay?
Bye, Ana!”

“Bye!”

****

From the top of the stairs, I could see Bryce and Aiden pretending to box each other by Dad’s
truck. The windows were down and Mom and Dad were getting reacquainted with each other
after a long day apart. I ran down the flight of stairs towards my family but stopped when Nick
jumped out into my path.

“Hey, Ana. How was the rest of school?”

“It was good. I made it into advanced orchestra so I’m really happy.”
“That’s great. Hey,” he stepped closer to me, making me nervous. Not because I kinda liked him
but because we were in plain sight of my parents—particularly my Dad. He was staring at us. His
probing eyes were like laser beams, boring a hole into my forehead. “I just wanted to ask if you
were planning on going to the game on Friday?”

“Game?” I stepped back away from him, trying to put some distance between us.

“Yeah…the football game? We’re playing Cony High.”

“Oh, umm. I don’t know. I’m gonna have to ask my parents. But, I’ll let you know, ‘kay?”

“Sure. Can I walk with you to your car?”

“Nick, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.

“Is it cause of the big guy in the driver’s seat who shooting daggers at me?” Crap, I was totally
gonna get it from Dad later.

“Oh, yeah. That’s Jake. My oldest brother.”

“He looks…scary.”

“Uh…yeeeah. He’s kinda…overprotective. I should go before…well, I don’t think you want him
coming over here.” I smiled tensely.

“Yeah,” he looked past my shoulder, and then back at me with worried eyes, “I don’t think I want
that either. So…I’ll see you tomorrow…at lunch?”

“Sure. Tomorrow. See yah.” I waved with my hand in front of my chest and back to the car so Dad
couldn’t see. I turned back around, head down and walked briskly to the car. Aiden and Bryce
glared at me from both sides as I took the center seat. I slumped as far as I could into the seat
trying to hide from my Dad who was looking at me through the rear view mirror.

****

As we pulled into the garage of our house, Dad’s cell phone rung. He looked at the screen of his
phone then to Mom, “It’s Seth.”

Uncle Seth and Aunt Leah left for Forks after my birthday party. Their mom, Sue Clearwater was
married to my great-granddad Charlie for the last 35 years. Charlie and Sue are humans but are
not oblivious to the supernatural circumstances surrounding their extended families. Sue recently
learned that she was dying from cancer. Since we weren’t going to be around the house as much
anymore, Leah wanted to go back to Forks and stay with her mom and Charlie for a while. She
couldn’t stand to be around the other “leeches” if we weren’t there as well.

“I’ll be inside in a minute.” Dad stayed in the car to talk to Seth while the rest of us went inside the
house to wind down after our long day. I went straight to the kitchen to get some food. I was still
starving from my lack of lunch.

“Ana, after your done, why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me. Do some homework or play
your piano.”

“Dad’s upset with me isn’t he?”

“He’s not upset with you. Just let me talk to him first, ok sweetie?”
“‘Kay mom.”

****

I changed out of my uniform and put on some comfortable jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. I heard
Aiden and Bryce howling in the backyard. After being cooped up all day at school, I bet they felt
wonderful being able to phase and run free.

I went upstairs to the loft and sat in front of my piano. I tried to eat but my hunger disappeared
somewhere between the kitchen and my room. I stared at the sheet music but didn’t play a single
note. I hated the feeling of knowing that Dad was upset with me. I didn’t like disappointing him. I
couldn’t find the motivation to play my piano—instead I contemplated talking to Dad before he
came to me. I cracked open the door and could hear him talking to Mom.

“Jacob, let me talk to her. We’ve put it off long enough.”

“Ok, Ness. Please tell her I’m not mad at her. I know she thinks I am but…just tell her ‘kay?”

“Of course. I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you, babe.”

“We’ll be back in a little while.”

We’ll be back? I wondered where we would be going. Mom was up the stairs in a flash giving me
just enough time to get on my bed and open a textbook.

“Ana, I know you’re not studying.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well, it wouldn’t have been if you were holding the book right-side-up.”

“Oh,” I looked at the upside down textbook in my hands, “Right. I’ll remember that next time.”

“Come on, get some shoes on.”

“Where we going?”

“To town, for dinner.”

****

The ride to Bath was quiet. Every once in a while, I would look at Mom—her eyes were focused
on the road ahead of her. We were going about 90 in a 25 mph zone. Vampire’s liked to drive like
maniacs—with the exception of Grams. We pulled into the valet in front of Ninety9 Steakhouse—
my favorite restaurant.

“Table for two, please. A booth in the back if you have one?” Mom checked in with the hostess.

“Sure. Right this way. Follow me, ladies.”

I looked around the room—it must be date night or something because there were a lot of
couples present. We were seated at a private booth at the very back of the restaurant.
“What’s up, Mom?”

“Your father wanted to be the one to have this talk with you—”

“It’s not a sex talk is it, Mom? Cause if it is…Em and Rosie beat you guys to it by ten years.”

“They did what? Umm, no…this isn’t that kind of talk…but I think your father and I are going to
have to have a little talk with your aunt and uncle later.

“If it’s not that kind of talk, then what kind is it?”

Before she could answer, a waiter came to take our orders.

“Are you ladies ready to order?” I didn’t need to look at the menu because I ordered the same
thing every time we came here.

“I’ll take the New York Strip—rare—with garlic mashed potatoes and a Coke, please.”

“Ok, and for you, miss?”

“Just a Coke for me, thanks.”

“‘Kay, I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

I raised my brows to Mom, “Not hungry?”

“Yes, but I’m going to eat later—I’m in the mood for some venison. It’s not on the menu here.”
Finally, a smile came to her face.

“So, can you please tell me why Dad’s mad at me? Is this about Nick?”

“Sweetie, your Dad’s not mad at you. Not at all.” I raised my brows at her, suspiciously, “Ok, he
was slightly upset seeing you talking to the boy but it’s more than that.”

“Mom, please just tell me what you need to say.” The waiter reappeared with our drink.

“Your food should be out in about ten minutes or so. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No, we’re good, thanks.” I replied. The waiter walked back to the kitchen and I gave mom my full
attention.

“Ana, being immortal—it has it perks. You know that more than anyone. You’ll never age—never
die. Your family—we’ll all be here with you, forever. But have you ever considered the downside
of it?”

“No, I guess…I never have. I never needed to.”

“Ana, you and your brothers…you’re special. Immortal blood runs through your human veins, like
your father’s and mine. But unlike us, humans…are fragile, susceptible to sickness—death.”

“Is this about great-grandma Sue?”

“No, that is something entirely separate. Honey…we would give you anything…anything you
wanted—if it meant you would be happy. All we want for our children is for them to be happy—as
happy as your Dad and I have been.
Your Dad…he tells me everyday how lucky he is that he imprinted on me—another immortal. He
never has to worry about me dying—unlike his pack brothers who will have to face the deaths of
their human mates one day.” Her voice was grim and full of sorrow. “It’s unfair to think about…
someone like your Uncle Seth…if he ever imprinted on a human…she’d…” her chest heaved
heavily and tears started to well in her eyes—she swallowed hard before finishing her sentence
“…die eventually, while he gets to live forever. Could you ever imagine living with that kind of
pain?”

Her face was contorted in anguish and melancholy, something I’ve never seen on her before. It
had my stomach was in knots, “But couldn’t, you know…someone change—”

“No. That is what I am trying to tell you, sweetie. Your father and I—all of us, actually—have
talked about it more and more lately now that you and your brothers are all grown…if you ever
became involved with a human, it would only end in unbearable pain and heartache. Your father’s
duty as an Alpha—to his Quilete people—is to protect and cherish human life. Not take it away.
He couldn’t allow the soul of an innocent human to be taken away—even if it’s willingly.” She was
sobbing uncontrollably now, as was I. I placed my hand on top of her shaking one on top of the
table. She wiped away her tears with her free hand then placed it on top of mine. “I would do it for
you if I could. I would take a human life for you if it meant you could be with the person you loved
forever. I just want you to be happy.”

The waiter brought my dinner to the table and walked away as fast as possible. He must have
seen Mom’s red eyes and taken it as a hint that we needed some privacy. The food smelled
delicious but again, I lost my appetite.

“So, Dad wasn’t mad…he’s just worried…that I’m going to get hurt?” I was trying to regain control
over my hitched, erratic breathing.

“Yes. Your father…he wants you to find someone. Get married, have a family—everything. He just
can’t bear the thought of ever seeing you in pain.”

I was looking down at my hands under the table. Dad wasn’t mad. Just concerned like any loving
father would be. I never thought about what I wanted for my future before. I was so happy just
being around my family that I never thought about finding someone for myself.

“Did I ruin your dinner? I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s ok. I’m going to eat later. I’m glad we talked.” I scooted over to her side in and crushed
her slight body to mine in a tight hug. Her body heaved and I could feel my sweater soaking up
her tears and her body collapsed into mine. This was the first time Mom and I had a conversation
that was so open and honest. I hung on every word she spoke. I could feel the emotions
conveyed in her voice—and especially in her eyes.

She let me see a side of her I’ve never seen before. It startled me that it was possible for her to
be as shaken up as she was. But then again—it showed me how much she loved us. “Mom, I
love you. I don’t think I tell you enough—but I do.” I took her beautiful face in between my hands.
“How about we go home and get some real dinner? I need to talk to dad.”

“I love you too, Ana. More than my life. You and your brothers mean everything to your father and
I…” She sighed in attempt to stop the waterworks from flowing again, “‘Kay…why don’t you get
the car while I pay the bill? I’ll meet you outside in a few minutes.”

Dinner was intense but I could visibly see the difference in Mom from before our talk and now.
She looked like a great weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She had one had on the steering
wheel and the other hand was holding mine on top of the gearshift. When we reached the gates
to our property, I heard the long, mighty howl of my Dad come from somewhere deep in the
woods. I looked at Mom and she—must have known what I was thinking.

“Go. And tell him I’ll see him soon.”

I ran—as fast as my legs could carry me—towards my father. I picked up his scent and ran for the
heart of the dark forest. I saw him atop a boulder—his dark brown eyes found mine. I barreled
into him and wrapped my arms around his russet fur cover neck. A tear the size of a baseball drip
from the corner of his eye.

“I love you, Daddy. I understand…I understand.”

Chapter Ten

Mom found us in the woods 15 minutes after she had dropped me off at the gate. In between
then, I feasted on two small deer, satiating my appetite. Mom was deadly silent—so much so I
didn’t hear her approaching me from behind. She startled me and I scampered up the nearest
tree. Dad’s laughing bark was easily heard from my position perched on a branch high in the
treetop.

“Oops! Sorry, sweetie! You can come down now if you want.” She was sitting on a downed log—
laughing under her breath along with Dad. He was nuzzling her with his snout, brushing his large
head against her cheek as she affectionately stroked his furry neck and scratched behind his
ears. I dropped onto the dark forest floor and ran over to my parents, tackling the both of them
with a big hug.

“I love you two. So much.” I kissed Mom’s free cheek and the top of Dad’s muzzle—a few tufts of
fur were stuck to my lips. “Eww. Gross. Anyways, I’m going home…I’ll let you two have some
privacy.” I copied Mom and scratched behind Dad’s ear, “Come talk to me when you’re home?” I
looked into his intelligent wolf eyes and he nodded.

“Bye, sweetie.”

I turned and booked it for the house—in the distance I heard Mom’s shouting.

“Make sure your brothers did their homework!” My lips curved into the crooked smile I inherited
from Grandpa, as I got closer to home.

****

I don’t remember falling asleep. Dad nudged me awake gently around two in the morning. I was
lying face down on my World Religions textbook, my hair fanned over my face. Through the wall
of hair, I saw Dad’s adoring and apologetic face.

“Sorry, kiddo. I wasn’t trying to wake you. I just wanted to move the book.”

“S’okay, Dad. I wanted to talk to you anyways.”

“Yeah, I figured you would.”

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t upset with me.”

“No, not at all, sweetheart. You know…I’m not good with the mushy stuff but…but you know…”

“Yeah, Dad. I know. You don’t need to say anything more.” Spilling his manly guts wasn’t
something Dad was very comfortable with—even as close as we were, there were some things
that would never be easy for him to express.

“Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll wake you up for school in the morning.” I was already nearing
unconciousness as the last words left his lips—then I remembered about the game.

“Oh, Dad…I forgot…there’s a football game at school on Friday. Some people I met at school
wanted me to go and—”

“Does this have anything to do with the guy you were talking to in the parking lot?” I buried my
face in my pillow to hide my blush—and my smile. “I’m not blind, sweetheart. You were totally
crushing on that kid.”

“Crushing, Dad?”

“Or whatever it is you kids say these days.” The sarcasm in his voice was thick—Dad was totally
up to date on the latest lingo. He just took every opportunity he could to make fun of me.

“Well, if I don’t lie, and say yes, it does have something to do with that boy…can I go?”

“Sure.” He closed the door behind him but quickly reopened it and leaned back into the room,
“But your brothers are coming too!”

“Ugh. Fine.”

****

I was hoping it would be easier getting up the next morning but it wasn’t. Dad practically dragged
me screaming and kicking from my bed to the bathroom.

“Shower and change. Breakfast will be ready in ten.”

Today’s outfit of choice was a black, blue and silver tartan skirt and black blazer. This skirt wasn’t
as short as yesterdays—Dad made a special trip to the tailors while we were at school and picked
up a majority of my skirts before Rosie had a chance to alter them. I shoved my books into my
messenger bag and hopped over the banister to get some breakfast.

“Hungry?” Mom was wide-eyed and full of energy—still flush from last night’s hunt. Her skin was
glowing and a faint pink tint was stained on her cheeks.

“Surprisingly, no.” I was always hungry—a wolf trait I happily accepted—but after hunting, my
human appetite wouldn’t return for two or three days.

Dad walked into the room, kissed mom on the cheek and poured himself a cup of coffee—the
stuff smelled funky, I never liked it. We were waiting on the boys to get their bags—Mom would be
driving herself and me to school today.

“Ana, your Dad told me that there’s a game you wanted to go to on Friday?”

“Hmm? Oh…yeah. Friday. There’s a football game against St. Auggie’s rival school. I asked Dad
if I could go. He said I could…but I have to go with Aiden and Bryce.”
“Well, we were talking and if you prefer…and I can understand if you do…” She winked at me,
“Rosalie and Emmett will go with you instead. Em loves football and Rosalie loves any excuse to
get out of the house and be around humans…for obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, you know Blondie.” Dad rolled his eyes.

She was referring to the fact that Rosie loved the attention she received from humans. She was
breathtakingly beautiful and the response she got from them—especially men—boosted her
already inflated ego. I loved her regardless.

“Ok! I’ll talk to them after school.”

“No need, kiddo. They already agreed.” Dad ruffled my previously perfectly coiffed hair and
walked into the living room and yelled towards my brothers’ bedrooms.

“Boys! School! Now!” He came back to the kitchen, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and
placed a kiss in my hair, “See you later, my lil’ bloodsucker. I’ve got some work to do before your
Mom and I leave this weekend.” He grabbed they keys to his truck and walked into the garage. I
looked at mom questioningly.

Aiden and Bryce rushed down the stairs and grabbed a few slices of toast and bacon each before
grabbing the keys to Em’s Range Rover. Mom didn’t like driving my Mini Cooper–she said it was
too small. Mom had Grandpa’s taste in cars. For their anniversary this past year, Dad got mom an
Aston Martin Vanquish—silvery blue with gleaming silver rims and dark tinted windows. It was a
good thing everyone knew our family had money—it would be difficult to explain otherwise how a
15-½ -year old was driving around in such an extravagant machine for a first car.

****

“Mom, what was Dad talking about…this weekend? Where are you going?”

“To Forks—with my parents. As you know, your great-grandma Sue is sick. She doesn’t have
much time left with us—not as much as we thought.”

“How are Seth and Leah holding up?”

“As good as can be expected. Leah says Sue’s in high spirits. She’s ready to leave the mortal
world and join her ancestors in the afterlife.”

“Poor Charlie.”

“I know. He’s taking it pretty hard. He isn’t ready for her to go yet.”

“No, I couldn’t imagine that he would be. How long are you going for?”

“Dad and I will be gone just for the weekend. I won’t be going to school with you on Friday. You
grandparents will stay as long as they need to—until its time.”

“Does that mean…are we talking days? Weeks?”

“A few weeks, at the most.”

This would be the first time I’ve ever dealt with death. I didn’t know how to feel or what to expect
but at the thought of great-grandma Sue lying pale white and unmoving forever—it sent a
shudder down my body and deep into my soul. What a depressing way to start the day.
****

The boys were already halfway up the steps to campus as we pulled into the parking lot five
minutes before classes started.

“Ana!” I scanned the parking lot for Nick’s voice—he was running towards us from his truck,
“Morning!”

“Hey, Nick.” I glanced at Mom who was walking next to us silently, staring down at the ground with
a grin on her face. “Hey, have you met my sister yet? This is Nessie.”

Nick stopped abruptly next to me, panting—he tried to catch his breath before talking again, “Hey,
Nessie. Nice to meet you! So, Ana…did you ask your parents about Friday?”

“Umm, yeah. They said I could go. My oldest brother and sister are coming with me.”

His face lit up with excitement, which was easily heard in his voice, “Awesome! Well, I’ll see you
at lunch?”

“Yeah. See yah.” He turned and waved from the last step and booked it for the boy’s campus.

“That boy has it bad for you.”

“Mom! You don’t know that…do you?”

“Oh, please! Don’t pretend that you don’t notice.”

“I just think he’s cute is all. I don’t even know him.” I was messing with the zipper on my bag to
distract myself.

“It’s ok, Ana. Don’t feel embarrassed—you can talk to me about anything.” We walked into Mr.
Wurth’s cold classroom and took our seats for the most dreadful hour of the day.

****

“Hi,” I turned to the girl on my right, “I didn’t get to properly introduce myself yesterday. I’m Ana.”

“Mel.” Her response was just barely above a whisper. She was shy and her discomfort speaking
to me was clearly noticeable. She drummed her pencil on the desk then looked at me, curiously,
“I saw you yesterday…in the cafeteria. I’ve never seen Annika so pissed.”

“Was she? I couldn’t tell.” I was being facetious but I didn’t want to come off as smug.

“No one stands up to her. I’m glad someone finally had the guts to. She thinks she rules this
school…her and her groupies.”

“Ladies!’ Mr. Wurth’s stern warning echoed through the classroom. “I hope you are paying
attention! There will be a pop quiz at the end of the lecture today.” The other girls grumbled and
complained, Mel and I chuckled.

“Nice to meet you, Ana.” Mel whispered before starting her notes.

****

“So you’re already starting to make a name for yourself, hmm?”

“And what would you be referring to, Ness?”

Mom pulled me close to her by the crook of my elbow, “The whole you versus Annika thing. The
gossip is spreading through the school like wildfire. I heard what that girl next to you said—and
it’s not only her, when we walked to class, people were staring at you…talking. It’s too soon to
create such a stir don’t you think? Too much attention is not a good thing for us.” I felt guilty when
I looked at her. I realized what I did yesterday was irresponsible and downright dumb. We were
supposed to fly under the radar and instead, my actions yesterday garnered unwanted and
potentially dangerous attention. The last thing I wanted is for people to start taking too much
interest in my family—the threat of exposure totally slipped my mind.

“I’m sorry, Ness. I didn’t think. I just reacted. Don’t worry—I’ll just avoid her from now on. As much
as possible.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s possible.” She pointed behind me to where Annika and Brandi
were standing—glaring at the both of us. They stalked off towards their classes when I looked
back at them. “It’ll be ok, Ana. Let’s just try the best we can to not cause anymore trouble than we
already have. Ok?”

“Ok.”

****

“Text your brothers would you? Tell them to meet us in the cafeteria.” Mom got in the lunch line
and grabbed a tray. The disgruntled looking lunch lady from yesterday plopped a plate of gruel
onto her tray. Mom looked at me—disgusted, “I would imagine this is what prison food looks like.”

“Told you.” I smirked and sent the text to Bryce’s phone.

“Aren’t you going to get anything?” She handed the cashier some money and we walked towards
the tables.

“Are you kidding? I brought lunch today.” Not really lunch—just one turkey sandwich. I looked
around the cafeteria for Nick. He waved Mom and me over to his table.

“Hey, Nick.”

“Ana, Nessie, meet some of my friends. This is John, Arthur, Mac and Tristan. John and Mac are
on the football team and I play lacrosse with Arthur and Tristan.” They John and Mac were large
for humans. Not nearly as large as my brothers but big nonetheless. “This is Sarah,” He motioned
towards a petite brunette with a million dollar smile, “And this is Charlotte, Triz’s girlfriend.” I
recognized Charlotte—she sat next to Mom in Algebra. She and Mom exchanged polite hellos.

Bryce sat down at the table a few minutes later with two trays piled high with food.

“How can you eat that stuff? It smells like dog food.” I teased.

“What? I’m hungry.” He replied with a mouth full of food.

“Gross, Bryce. Anyways, everyone this is my brother, Bryce.” He shook hands with all the guys
and waved to the girls. Mom scooted closer to him and added her plate of food to his tray.

“Where’s Aiden?” She inquired.

He chugged down a can of soda before replying, “Mrs. Vox asked him to carry some boxes to the
journalism room.” Mrs. Vox was their English teacher and the school’s newspaper advisor.
“Hey, Bryce?” John took a seat across from my brother, “Have you and your bro thought about
trying out for the football team? We could use some big guys on the front.”

Bryce’s dark brows furrowed deeply. “I wish. I uh, can’t. Because of my asthma. So I can’t run for
very long. Same with Aiden. It’s a twin thing.”

“Sucky. Well…you should think about it anyways.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.” I felt for the big guy. I knew how much they would have loved to
play but it wouldn’t be safe for anyone on the field if either one of them lost control. I wanted to
give him a consoling hug but he’d probably brush me off.

I heard high pitch squealing at the table behind us—it was Annika and her friends. I considered
flashing her a friendly smile but the errant thought quickly disappeared when she rolled her eyes
at me and buried her face into a magazine. I paid her no attention for the rest of lunch.

Mom and Bryce were engaged in what sounded like a private conversation so I turned to the rest
of the group.

****

“Ana?” Bryce tugged on my jacket pocket.

“Hmm?” I brushed him off. All of my attention was focused on Nick. He and his friends were
talking about plans for after the football game.

“Ana!” Mom was shaking my outstretched arm on top of the lunch table.

“What, Ness?” I quickly turned my head to her direction. Her face was pale—paler than usual.

“Give me your phone.”

“Why?” She stuck out her palm absentmindedly, staring into the distance.

“I have to call Dad.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Now I was starting to get worried.

“Ana! Look!” Bryce frantically pointed to the cafeteria entrance where Bryce was standing with his
arm wrapped around Chelsea’s shoulders, he was beaming—he looked like the happiest man
alive.

“Oh, crap.” I shoved my hand into my bag and dug around for my phone, not taking my eyes of
my brother and apparently—his imprint.

Chapter Eleven

Oh crap.
That was the only thought that repeated through my brain over and over. The three of us—Mom,
Bryce and me—were frozen in our positions at the lunch table watching Aiden and Chelsea
gazing into each other’s eyes oblivious to everyone and anything around them.

I dropped my phone into Mom’s open palm—she excused herself from the table and walked
briskly to the corner of the cafeteria for privacy.

“Everything cool with Nessie? She looks kinda stressed out or something.” Nick nodded towards
Mom—she was biting her nails, the only bad human habit she had.

“Oh, she’s fine. She’s just freaking out ‘cause she…forgot her paper for her…next class.” My
normally quick mind couldn’t formulate a coherent sentence as Chelsea and Aiden approached
the table.

“Hey, sis. Bryce. This is Chelsea.”

Chelsea’s mile-wide smile exposed her pearl white teeth. Aiden had taste—Chelsea was
undeniably adorable. “Aiden, I already know your sister.” Her eyes shifted to Bryce, “Hi, Bryce.
Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, ditto.” Bryce resumed stuffing his face, avoiding eye contact with Aiden. Chelsea and
Aiden were unfazed by Bryce’s cold demeanor. He looked upset—but maybe what I was actually
seeing was jealousy. Aiden imprinted and found his mate. It would only be natural for Bryce to be
jealous.

“Hey, Chelsea.” Nick semi-waved, stunned by the same thing I was seeing. “Umm, Ana…” He
angled himself towards me fully—“I’ll see you later. The guys and I gotta head over to Coach
Taylor’s office.”

No! Don’t leave me here by myself with these two!

“’Kay, Nick. See you tomorrow.”

I needed to break the uncomfortable silence so I started grilling the happy couple, “So, how do
you two know each other?”

“Well…” Aiden was playing with Chelsea’s long curls between his fingers, “I was helping my
teacher drop off boxes at the newsroom when we kinda ran into each other.”

“Literally.” Chelsea started, “I wasn’t paying attention and I sorta ran straight into him. I fell, he
helped me up—it was embarrassing. But then we just started talking and stuff—it’s weird…it’s like
I’ve known him forever.” She stroked the top of his hand with her fingertip. They looked at each
other and smiled.

Ugh. Awkward. That is what I was feeling at that moment.

“I gotta get some books from my locker. See you guys later.” Bryce got up suddenly and dumped
his half full tray of food in the trash before jogging out of the cafeteria. Aiden didn’t look away from
Chelsea’s face once. The boy had it bad.

“Chels, are you going to the game on Friday?”

“Of course! I’m on the pep squad so I have to be there. Oh, I forgot to tell you on the tour that on
Fridays we don’t have to wear our uniforms…as long as you wear school colors, that is.”
“So I can wear jeans to school on Friday? Excellent!” Jeans meant I would be able to take my
bike to school on Friday. I haven’t had a chance to ride it since my birthday. Maybe I’d leave
earlier and take a quick detour through the woods.

“Yeah! But don’t forget the school colors! You gotta wear blue and silver. Go Saints!” She mock-
cheered.

“Yeah. Woo—“ I tried to sound enthusiastic but I was distracted—and a little disturbed—Chelsea
tore off a piece of her sandwich and fed it to Aiden. My head jerked back and my nose crinkled—
their very public display was starting to make me a bit nauseous. I desperately tried to find an
excuse to leave the table without appearing too rude—Mom was still on the phone.

Perfect—“Alright you two, I’m leaving too. I’m gonna go talk to Nessie. Chels I’ll see you in class.”

“Yeah, see you later, Ana.”

****

“Look at them.” I stood by Mom, arms folded across my chest, “They hardly know each other yet
they can’t stop looking at each other like that…it’s kinda…creepy.”

“Ana,” Mom snapped the phone shut and handed it back to me, “It’s just one of those
unexplainable things. It just happens.”

“Was it like that for you and Dad?”

“It was different for us. I was just a baby when he imprinted. We didn’t have those kinds of feeling
for each other until many years later but when we did—yes, it was very intense. Your brother is a
hormonal young man who imprinted on a hormonal teenage girl. It’s love at first sight to the
millionth degree.”

“She’s human.”

“Yes,” Mom sighed deeply, “She is.”

“What happens now?”

“Now, my dear, we finish the school day and wait for your Dad to get home. Your Grandparents
are on their way home too. There’s going to be a family meeting. The whole family. This concerns
every one of us.” The final lunch bell rang. “Come on, let’s get to class.”

****

English and gym flew by without incident. I was very eager to get to orchestra and talk to
Chelsea. She was waiting for me as she had yesterday—the huge smile from lunch hadn’t left her
face.

“Hey, Ana!”

“Hi, Chels.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother. I hope this isn’t weird for you.”

Weird? Oh, no Chelsea…there’s nothing weird about you being madly in love with my werewolf
brother. Nothing at all.
It was weird but I really liked Chelsea and didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I’m thankful that he
imprinted on her and not on someone like Annika. “Umm…no, it’s cool. I was just…a little
surprised to say the least. But, I mean…it’s great for you and Aiden.”

“Isn’t it? It’s the strangest thing, Ana…it’s like…when I saw him, I woke up all of a sudden and I
was just really happy. And I feel really…safe around him. Does that make any sense at all?”

“Yes, actually, it does.” Mom told me that a bond between the imprinter and the imprinted is
formed instantaneously. Both parties reciprocate the same intense feelings.

“Hey, what are you doing after school today?”

Discussing ancient Indian legends with my shape shifter and vampire relatives. You know, the
usual.

“Oh, my grandparents are coming home today and umm, we all have stuff we need to get done
before they leave again.”

“Do you think I could come over and hang out afterwards?”

Crap. Aiden wasn’t the only one who had it bad. “I’ll call you and let you know. We might be going
to dinner or something. But I’ll let you know, ‘kay?”

“Sure! We better get inside before we get into trouble!”

Trouble.

It was the one word that summed up today’s events perfectly.

***

We got home in no time.

An impressive collection of cars was parked outside of the main house. I grabbed my book bag
and ran home to change before the meeting. Aiden and Bryce did the same.

As I was walked to the front door, I noticed Aiden sitting on the couch with his face buried in his
hands.

“Deni…everything is going to be ok.”

“I know that. Everything’s just overwhelming. I’m just so…overwhelmed.” “I can’t even begin to
imagine what it feels like.”

“Bryce hasn’t said a word to me since lunch.”

Ugh. Boys and their pride. “He’ll just have to deal. Now, come on,” I pulled him up off the couch
easily, “We gotta go. They’re all waiting.”

****

Aiden and I were the last ones to arrive. Aiden sat next to Mom and I took a seat in between
Grams and Grandpa on the couch. Grandpa put his arm around my shoulder and Grams kissed
my cheek and held my hand.

Dad rose from his seat, looking every bit the Alpha that he was and initiated the meeting, “As you
all know, Aiden imprinted on a girl at school today.”

To my left, Em shot Aiden a thumbs up, Rosie swatted his hand back down. Aiden’s reaction was
funny—I laughed—Dad had his serious face on so I quickly shut my mouth and paid attention.

“Usually, our secret would be revealed to the girl immediately. Aiden’s situation is different. I know
there are laws governing your world and telling her would put her life at risk but what else can we
do?”

Carlisle looked at Grandpa—they were having their own conversation. Grandpa nodded his head
as if in agreement then chimed in, “There shouldn’t be an issue revealing our existence to the girl.
We have lived without the threat of the Volturi for nearly forty years. She will be well protected.”

“And since she’s human,” Alice’s tiny, musical voice floated around the room, “I’ll be able to watch
her—just in case.” Aiden smiled at Alice appreciatively.

“So it’s agreed,” Dad looked at everyone in the room, “We will tell Chelsea.” My family nodded in
agreement. Aiden’s massive body heaved in relief. It looked like a great weight had been lifted off
his shoulders. He wouldn’t have to lie to Chelsea. None of us would.

“Now, the only thing to figure out is the right way to do it without totally scaring the crap out of
her.”

It was my intention to stay silent for the entire meeting. My input really had no bearing on their
decision but in this instance, I could help.

“I’ll do it.” I volunteered. “I’ll talk to her.” Everyone looked at me.

“It should be me, sis. Don’t you think?” Aiden frowned at me.

“Yes, it should. But let me at least prepare her for the conversation. Tonight—I’ll talk to her while
she sleeps.”

“Interesting, idea.” Grandpa quipped.

“Ok. But, you have to bring me with you.”

It made sense—she would feel more at ease with Aiden there. I would be a little weirded out if my
new friend popped up in my dream and started going on about the existence of real life monsters.
Well, not monsters—we weren’t even close to monsters. Dangerous, yes, perfect killing
machines, sure—but not monsters.

“Alright. We’ll talk to her together.”

“What’s your plan, sweetheart?” Grams turned her exquisite face towards me.

“Well, first, I thought—maybe she should come here? For dinner and to introduce her to the
family—see if she notices anything strange and unusual on her own. She asked me what I was
doing tonight and I said we were having a family dinner so Aiden or I could call her to invite her.”
The vampires winced—not at the thought of having a human over but the dinner part. Vampires
abhor human food. If they ingested it, they’d have to throw it back up later. So disgusting. It made
me glad I was half human.

“I’m liking this idea.” Aiden’s head perked up. I assumed the thought of spending time with his
precious Chelsea was what brought on his suddenly light-hearted mood.
“Let me see what we have left in the refrigerator—I’m afraid that the boys might have eaten
everything inside of it. If that’s the case, I can call one of the restaurants to deliver.” Esme got up
from her seat and quickly moved to the kitchen.

“I’ll help you, Esme. And so will Emmett. Won’t you, baby?” Rosie leaned around the kitchen wall
and gave Em a seductive look.

“Ugh. I guess.” Em begrudgingly got up from his seat and punch Jazz in the shoulder before
following Rosie.

“Jazz and I will get the place ready.” Alice bounded across the floor-Jazz in tow—to the garage
where all the party supplies were stored.

“Ana—you call Chelsea and invite her to dinner. Let her know Aiden and I would be happy to pick
her up.”

“You got it, Mom.”

Bryce was silent—feigning sleep. I could tell because every few seconds he would open his left
eye to examine the room—I didn’t say anything, the guy was having a rough day. Let him have
his fake sleep.

“I’m gonna get her number out of my binder. Deni want to come with me?” It would give us time to
discuss our meeting with Chelsea tonight. I wanted to make sure it was strictly a rated G meeting.

“Sure!”

****

Somehow, within the span of four days, my room was a complete disaster—again.

“Geez, sis. Get a maid or something.”

“Like you’re one to talk. Speaking of talking…” I hadn’t thoroughly planned out Chelsea’s dream
tonight, “What are we going to do about later?”

“For dinner?” Sometimes the boy was just so dense.

“No, moron. Chelsea—her dream? How should we tell her?”

“I dunno. I haven’t really thought it through,”

“Humph. Neither have I. But you should let me do all the talking.”

“Why?”

“Your not exactly—the most eloquent person on the planet.”

“Fine. But I’m still coming.”

“Yeah, yeah. So…” I was running through possible dream scenarios in my head, “We could take
her to the woods. No wait—maybe that’s too scary.”

“No the woods sound good.”

“But obviously, no hunting. That’s too gruesome. I think you should phase in front her—which
means you’re going to have to sleep outside…Mom doesn’t want you phasing in the house—
which is what most likely would happen.”

“Ok. Then what?”

“I don’t know. We’ll just have to wing it. See how she reacts after you phase.”

“Ok.” The phone in his pocket rang, “Hey it’s Moe, I’m gonna tell him what happened today. Find
her number—I’ll be right back!”

Ugh. Tamoh Uley. Aiden and Bryce’s best friend from Forks and my eternal frenemy. Moe is five
years older than me. It’s been quite a few years since we’ve seen him but he and my brother’s
stayed in contact—daily.

I found my bag under the clothes I had taken off from school today and searched the mess of
papers for the Chelsea’s number. I found the scrap piece of paper shoved into the front pocket.

“Aiden!” I shouted, “Hey! I got it.” He was back in my room in no time. I grabbed my phone out of
my purse and dialed her number.

“Hello?”

“Chelsea? It’s Ana.”

“Hey, girly! What’s up?”

“Oh, I was just seeing if you had any plans tonight?”

“No, no plans. I just finished my homework and I was gonna watch some TV.”

“No plans? Have you had dinner yet?”

“I was gonna throw something in the microwave.”

Eww. Gross. Microwavable TV dinners were just as bad as school food. “Well, I was calling to see
if you wanted to come to my house—for dinner?”

“Oh! I would love to! But my Dad’s not here and I can’t drive.”

“That’s not a problem. Aiden and my mo—“ Aiden slammed his foot down on mine, “—And Nessie
will come get you. Just give me the address and they’ll be right over.”

“Awesome! My address is 6324 Madison Court. It’s at the end of the cul-de-sac—it’s hard to
miss.”

“Sounds good—they’ll be there soon.”

“Is Aiden there with you? Can I talk to him?”

“Yeah. Lemme give him the phone.” I passed Aiden the phone—he ran out of the room for
privacy.

“Ugh! Like I want to listen to your conversation anyways!” I shouted.

Chapter Twelve

A/N: I decided to change a few details. Chelsea is now a Junior and Alex is a Senior.

Mom, Aiden and Chelsea pulled up in Em’s Range Rover. Everyone scattered to various positions
around the room, trying in vain to look as human as vampire-ly possible.

I looked at each of my family members—unearthly beautiful and godlike in appearance. “Maybe

this wasn’t such a good idea.” My stomach was in knots. “I mean—she’s gonna know that we’re
not, you know…normal.”

“It was your idea, kiddo.” Dad put his giant, reassuring hands around my biceps, “Relax, she’ll
understand…eventually.”

Chelsea’s heart was beating fast, pumping blood faster through her veins—not a good thing
before entering a house full of vampires. I took one deep breath before opening the door.

****

“Hi, Chelsea!” She walked through the heavy, double-doors and looked up at the vaulted ceilings.
Aiden helped her remove her jacket.

“Hee-ey, Ana. This is such a nice house you live in.”

“Thanks. Mom renovated it. Took her forever.” I winked at Esme. Actually, the help of the big,
strong men in my family—and the fact that vampires don’t sleep—it only took a matter of weeks
to convert all five homes.

“Hey,” Aiden tugged on my sweater sleeve, “I’ll be right back. Can you introduce her to everyone?

“Yeah, sure. No problem.”

Aiden walked outside. I had no idea where he was off to. Maybe to find Bryce—he phased and
took off to the woods shortly after Mom and Aiden went to Chelsea’s house.

I leaned closer to Chelsea to whisper into her ear, “Did Ness tell you about the not-so-normal
living arrangements?”

“You mean how she’s dating your brother and your other brothers and sisters are dating each
other, too? Yeah. But I couldn’t keep track of who’s dating who.” She chuckled softly.

That was the one conversation I was hoping someone else would take care of—Excellent.

“Chelsea, this is Emmett and Rosalie.” Chelsea’s eyes went wide as she looked at Emmett and
Rosalie.

“We’re pleased to meet you, Chelsea.” Rosalie’s radiant smile exposed her razor sharp teeth. I
pulled my lips over my teeth hoping she’d take the hint—she did.

“Welcome to our home.” Emmett stuck out his hand to shake. I was waiting for some kind of
shocked response as Chelsea shook both of their ice-cold hands—nothing came.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Her eyes moved from one handsome couple to the next.

“This is Alice and Jasper.”

“Hi, Chelsea!” Alice’s bell-like voice sung, “Thanks for coming! We hope you like Italian!”

“I love Italian food. Thanks for having me over.”

Alice, Jazz, Rosie and Emmett went into the kitchen. Grams and Grandpa were next.

“Hi, Chelsea. I’m Edward. This is my Bella.” Chelsea’s heart sped a little faster at the sound of
Grandpa’s voice. Grams said Grandpa “dazzled” humans so much more than the rest of his
brothers and sisters—but hey were all equally beautiful to me.

“Chelsea, welcome. We’ve heard so much about you.” Grams looked positively radiant—The
royal blue blouse she was wearing complimented her pale complexion and raven-colored hair
perfectly.

“Thank you.” Chelsea’s face was beet red and she wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans—she
was definitely nervous.

“Relax.” I cooed in her ear trying to calm her down. My attempts didn’t work so I signaled for Jazz
to come over and help. From two feet away, I felt a wave of ease wash over me. Chelsea did too
—the tension in her face and shoulders disappeared and she finally smiled.

“These are my parents—Carlisle and Esme.”

“Dr. Cullen…Mrs. Cullen…thanks for having me for dinner.”

Emmett laughed obnoxiously loud. Chelsea was out of sight but I could see him perfectly from
where I stood—I gave him the evil eye.

“What? There was something funny on TV. I swear!” Emmett’s mouth curved into a very devilish
smile—he grabbed Rosie and pretended to bite her neck.

“I didn’t know we had a TV in the kitchen.”

“I said radio, kid. Radio.”

“Your brother seems like a funny guy.”

“Yeah, he’s a comedian.”

“Chelsea—please call me Carlisle. Thank you for joining us for dinner.”

I led her into the main sitting room where Mom and Dad were waiting–I saved the best
introduction for last. “Chels, this is Jacob. My oldest brother—and my favorite.” I smiled up into
his face. Dad put me in a headlock like a big brother would.

“Chelsea, so glad you’re here. You must be hungry. We’re just waiting for Aiden and Bryce to get
back then we’ll eat. Annie why don’t you take her on a tour around the house.”

“Sure…Jake.” I grabbed Chelsea’s handed and led her up the stairs

****
“You’re family’s very…attractive.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I mean, all of you. You all look like supermodels. Like you should be in fashion magazines or
something. I’ve never seen so many pretty people all in one place before. Carlisle and Esme look
so young to be parent…I mean…I know you’re all adopted but they can’t be more than what? 25?
30?” We walked through the long hallway in silence. Chelsea was fumbling with her hands again
—and looked like she was contemplating her next question. “Umm, Is it weird?”

“What?”

“That your brothers and sisters all dating each other?”

“Well, they’re not actually related so no, not really. I guess maybe at first it was. But…the weird
part is having to explain the situation to new people.”

“Yeah, I can only imagine.”

I opened the ornate wooden door to Carlisle’s library. This was my favorite room of their house—it
was home to thousands of books.

“Wow. This is amazing, Ana.”

“Yeah, my Dad is a big reader and collector. Some of these volumes are hundreds of years old.”

“Hundreds?” She browsed the bookcases, running her fingers over the bindings, occasionally
stopping to examine the titles. “Oh, my God…look at all of these first editions! They must be
worth a fortune!”

“I suppose so. I don’t know if my dad has ever had them appraised. Come on–let me show you
the master suite. It is amazing.”

As we were walking to Carlisle and Esme’s bedroom, Chelsea was startled by the howls of my
brothers. So, Aiden did go after Bryce. She ran to window to take a look outside.

“You have wolves on your property?”

“Umm, yeah. There’s anywhere from three to five of them out there. It depends.” She looked at
me puzzled. “Depends?”

“Don’t worry. They won’t hurt you.”

“They sound gigantic.”

“Yeah, they’re huge.” In their wolf forms, Aiden and Bryce were taller than my 70 seventy inches
—so yes, they were giants.

“You’ve seen them? You guys haven’t tried to shoot them?”

My heart lurched at the thought of anyone trying to hurt any of our wolves. “Uh, yeah. They’re
more like puppy dogs if you ask me.”

“You’ve played with them?!”

“Umm…sorta? They’re dangerous, sure, but…just trust me, they won’t hurt you. I’ll show you
sometime.”

“Really? That sounds kinda fun.”

Ok. So she was open to the idea of meeting wild wolves. That was a good sign.

“This is the master bedroom. Amazing, right?”

“Holy crap. Yeah…amazing.”

Esme had impeccable taste. Everything in the room was white and dark cherry wood—classic,
chic and simple. Simple—but extravagant at the same time.

“You should see her closet, it’s as big as my room!” We were almost inside the closet but Dad’s
booming voice calling us downstairs for dinner stopped us. “Maybe later. Let’s eat!”

“Sounds good. I’m starving!”

****

Everyone at the table—including the vampires—piled their plates high with food. Esme ordered
from the local Italian eatery—lasagna, various pastas, grilled vegetables and steak. The humans
dug in furiously—the rest pushed their food to different sides of their plates and spooned empty
forks into their mouths.

I thought it would be funny to mess with them a bit—maybe it would help Bryce out of his foul
mood. I needed to get back at Emmett for the having-Chelsea-for-dinner joke. “This is delicious,
Mom. Good choice. Em, don’t you just love the ziti?”

“Oh, I…didn’t put any on my plate. It looks good though. I wish there was some left. Bummer.”

I offered him my plate, “Here, you can have some of mine.” My brows rose slightly and a half
smile crept across my face. “Dig in, don’t be afraid. It’s delicious.”

Em was shooting daggers at me with his eyes. He stuck his fork into my pasta and shoved the
forkful into his mouth. “Mmmmm. Yummy.” Emmett’s face contorted in disgust—flecks of red
pasta shot out of his mouth. Bryce nearly choked on his dinner. He grabbed his glass and gulped
down his soda—clearing his throat and letting out a long, hearty laugh. Everyone joined in except
Chelsea. She looked at me—lost—like she was left out of an inside joke.

“The food was delicious. Did you make it yourself, Esme?”

“No, I ordered in. The boys raided the refrigerator this afternoon and ate everything. You have no
idea how much food is consumed in this house!”

“So, Chelsea,” Carlisle placed his napkin over his loaded plate. Uh-oh. It was time to start the
interview. “What grade are you in?”

“I’m a Junior.”

“Where are you planning to apply for college?”

“I’ve got a couple schools in mind. Julliard is my first choice. Maybe Columbia or Brown.”

Grandpa’s turn, “Excellent schools, all of them. Julliard? Are you musical or do you act or dance?”
“I play the cello. Ana and I have orchestra together.”

“I adore the cello. You must play for us sometime.” Esme responded as she cleared the plates.

“Sure. I would love to. I was actually thinking of asking Ana to do a duet for the school talent
show.”

“When is it?” My interest was piqued. I loved performing for people.

“Oh, it’s a few months away. Not that you need the practice. You’re so good.”

I blushed.

“Has Ana been showing off again?” Dad asked Chelsea but looked directly at me.

“No, no. I’ve only heard her play once during her try-out. Everyone was super impressed. She’s
way more advanced than anyone else we’ve had the last few years.”

“Well, she’s had an excellent teacher.” Grams chirped—placing her hand in Grandpa’s. “Have you
lived here long?”

“All my life. My sister—half sister, I should say, as she constantly reminds me—is in Vermont with
her mom. My mom died when I was young. My dad never remarried. He works a lot. I’m home by
myself most of the time.

“Well, you’re welcome over here anytime!” I offered.

“Yes, anytime.” Aiden took her tiny hand in his giant one. Esme looked like she was going to faint
from happiness.

“Well,” Dad leaned back in his chair and stretched out his long limbs, “I think it’s time you get
Chelsea home, Aiden. School tomorrow and all.”

Chelsea looked disappointed, “Oh, right. School. Ugh.” She looked at her watch, “I guess I should
be getting home.” She rose from her seat—Aiden got up with her.

“I’ll take her home, Ness. Why don’t you stay here?” Chelsea wrapped her arms around his waist,
squeezed tightly and smiled at Aiden.

Ugh. I had to admit it—they really were so damn cute together.

“Thank you so much, all of you, for inviting me to dinner. I had a great time. It was nice meeting
you all.” Aiden and Chelsea walked out of the dining room hand and hand but before they left, I
managed to get out one last sentence.

“Goodnight, Chels! See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”

****************************

“It’s midnight, sweetie. Aiden’s asleep soundly outside. I think it’s safe to say that Chelsea is too.
Are you ready for this?” Mom was seated to my left—stroking my hair.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“If you need help, call me. ‘Kay, kiddo?” Dad was on the edge of the bed. He stood and spread
the blanket over my torso.
“Sure, Daddy. But, I think we’ll be ok.”

“Mom kissed my cheek softly.

“If you need help, call me. ‘Kay, kiddo?” Dad was on the edge of the bed. He stood and spread
the blanket over my torso.

“Sure, Daddy. But, I think we’ll be ok.”

Mom kissed my cheek softly—Dad did the same.

“Goodnight, Annie. We love you.” Dad flipped off the lights.

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep.

****

“Chelsea?”

“Ana? Ana, what are you doing here? A second ago I was in an ice cream shop. This is weird.
Where am I? Why am I wearing a dress? Why does this feel so…real?”

“We’re in the woods by my house. See?” I pointed to through the clearing of trees to the group of
houses in the distance.

“Aiden’s here.”

“I know. I can sense him. Weird. Where is he? I want to see him.”

“Here. I’m here Chels.”

“Deni…I’m scared.”

“You don’t have to be afraid Chels. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”

“I know. I trust you, Deni.”

“Chelsea. Did you have fun at our house tonight?”

“I did. I felt weird though.”

“Weird how?”

“Your family. They’re so…different. I’ve never met people like you guys. So beautiful. So
articulate. So close to each other. It’s like…you guys are from a different world.”

“What if we were different? What if we’re not from your world? Could you trust us?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I love him.” Her eyes met Aiden’s adoring one’s—in her dream, I could feel their love for
each other. It was almost suffocating. I had to stay focused.
“And I love you.”

“Chels, does that seem normal to you?”

“What?”

“Meeting a guy and being in love with him after a day.”

“Is love supposed to be normal?” Oh, goodness. A philosopher.

“If Aiden was different, do you think you’d still love him?”

“He is different. He’s not like anyone I’ve met before.”

“But what if he wasn’t human?”

“Stop joking around, Ana.”

“She’s not joking, Chels.”

“That’s not possible.”

“You go to Catholic school—”

“So do you.” She chuckled.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Go on then.” She was now at Aiden’s side, holding his hand and stroking his arm.

“You believe in God, right, Chelsea?”

“Of course. What a silly question.”

“But…you’ve never seen him.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist.”

“So, what if I told you that the monsters you used to believe in as a kid—but had never seen—
existed. And that they weren’t monsters at all but something else.

“I’d say you were crazy.”

“But what if I could prove it?”

“If you could prove it, then, logically—I’d have to believe you.”

“Our family is different. We’re not like you. Well, Bryce, Aiden and I are kinda like you. Our Mom
and Dad too…but we’re still different.”

“I told you already. I know you’re different.”

“Chels, we’re not completely human. I’ll show you.”

Aiden release her hand and placed it in mine. “Watch.” I pointed to the darkness that Aiden
disappeared to. “Listen.”
“What is that? What’s that sound, Ana? I’m scared. Where’s my Deni?”

Through the darkness, she was hearting the sound of Aiden’s clothes shredding to pieces.

“Shh. Any minute now. He’ll be back.”

From the brush, Aiden leaped before us. His spotted copper coat glimmered in the moonlight.
Chelsea tried to hide—using me as a shield.

“It’s ok, Chelsea. I told you…he won’t hurt you.”

“That’s not a wolf. It’s too big to be a wolf.”

I walked towards my brother, “It’s ok. Come meet him.”

She took my extended hand and walked towards the wolf before her. The closer she got, the
more confident she grew. Instead of cowering behind me, she went straight to the wolf—and
stroked his fur.

Her hands traveled shakily towards his neck then up to his ears. She took his massive head
between her hands. She stared into his large, dark brown eyes. Then suddenly, it looked like a
light bulb turned on. I saw the recognition in her eyes.

“Aiden?”

*****

Aiden nearly pummeled me into the kitchen wall at breakfast. “Thank you, sis! I think that went
well—don’t you?”

Aiden’s muscular arms held me in a death grip. I felt like my ribs had been crushed, “Aiden. I.
Can’t. Breathe!”

“Oh, right. Sorry, Ana.” He dropped me to my feet. It was crowded in our kitchen this morning—
packed with my entire family.

“Ugh. Much better.” I smoothed out the wrinkles in my blazer and adjusted my skirt. “Anyways,
yes. I think that went well. She was responsive and she didn’t look frightened—not too much at
least. We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?” Aiden must have already filled them in because
none of them asked me any questions.

“How do you feel?” Dad lowered himself to my height and inspected my eyes.

“Wrecked. Ravaged. Exhausted. That took a lot of me. More than I expected.”

“You can stay home today if you want.” Mom said as she handed me a bowl of cereal.

“No. I should go to school. See how things turned out.” I slurped down the milk—I wasn’t a fan of
cheerios—”Let’s get this over with.”

*****

We all rode to school together that morning.

When we pulled into our usual spot closest to the lot exit, Chelsea suddenly appeared out of
nowhere and slammed her hands down the hood of the car.

Aiden and I got out of the car immediately. Chelsea look frazzled, anxious—and excited. She also
looked like she hadn’t slept all night.

“Tell me I’m not crazy, Ana!”

“You’re not crazy, Chelsea.” I flashed to her side at a non-human speed. She stepped back—
startled—and fell into Aiden.

She hurtled herself into him and clung to his waist. “Are you sure I’m not crazy, Deni? Did what I
think happen last night actually happen?” She looked from Aiden to me and back to him again.

“Yes, it happened.” He kissed her forehead gently.

Chelsea’s eyes were watering, “How?”

I looked around the parking lot. Everyone except our little group was walking up the steps to
campus. “Get in the car. We’re ditching today.”

Chelsea quickly did what she was told. Bryce gave her his seat up front and he climbed into the
back with Mom and I.

“Where are we going?”

“You’re going to meet the family—properly this time. Mom will explain everything.”

I took Mom’s hand—Chelsea looked lost again. Aiden’s eyes moved from Chelsea’s to Mom’s.

“Hi, Chelsea. I’m Renesmee Black. I’m their mother. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Ha, ha, guys. Very funny.” Chelsea’s body was turned around in the passenger seat so she could
face us in the backseat.

“Chelsea,” Aiden lowered her flailing arms, “Nessie is our mother.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. How is that even possible? You don’t look a day over what—16? 17
at the most?”

“Mom, show her.” Aiden’s foot pressed harder on the gas pedal—he was trying to get us home as
fast as he could.

“Show me what? Will someone tell me what’s going on, please? Ana, what the hell happened last
night?” Her eyes darted back and forth to all of us with frenzy. Her heart was thrumming crazily.

“Chelsea,” Mom’s soft voice caught her attention, “If you would please give me your hand, I will
explain everything.”
“My hand?”

“Give her your hand, Chelsea.” Bryce who hadn’t said a word all morning finally spoke up.

She started to extend her hand then curled it back to her chest. She looked at Aiden with watery
eyes. He pulled over to the side of the road.

“It’s ok. Trust us.” He reassured her.

“Ok.” She placed her right hand in Mom’s, “I trust you.”

Chelsea’s eyes glazed over and her face went completely blank—no emotion or movement of
any kind. She stayed frozen this way for the next 15 minutes as Mom showed her our entire
family history.

****

“So, let me get this straight,” Chelsea spoke calmly now, “You three are half-human and half-
vampire, werewolf-y people? And you Nessie—Er, Renesmee—are a half-human, half-vampire…
and your husband—their dad—is a full-on werewolf?”

“The correct term for what Aiden, Dad and I are is shape-shifters. We are shape-shifters who take
wolf form.” Bryce corrected her. “Werewolves are creatures void of any humanity. They’re purely
animal—at the full moon that is. I’m sure they’re probably nice people in their everyday life.”

Mom elbowed Bryce in the ribs—hard.

“What? I was just stating facts, Mom.” He winced as he massaged his side.

“Shape-shifters. Right. Shape-shifters who take the forms of giant, scary wolves. But not
werewolves.” She was messing with her hands again—her gaze slowly rose from them to Mom
and I, “And you two are vampires—part vampires.”

“Technically, Chelsea—we are too.” Bryce interjected—pompously.

“Yes, we are vampires.” It was an indescribable feeling being able to freely admit what we truly
were. Not having to hide what we were was—refreshing.

“Vampires with special talents.”

“Only some of us. Obviously, you’ve experienced our gifts.” I pointed to Mom and myself. “Oh,
and Jazz’s too—but t I don’t think you realized it. He can control emotions. Alice can see the
future, Grandpa can read minds and Grams is a shield.”

“You can go into the sunlight?”

“We can. The others can’t. They kinda…sparkle in the sunlight.”

“Sparkle? Like diamonds?”

“Exactly.”

“Coffins?”

“No,” Mom answered with a giggle. “We sleep in regular beds—every night. My parents and the
rest of our family don’t sleep—ever.”
“Garlic? Wooden stake? Crosses?”

“Ugh. I hate garlic. But…it’s not a vampire thing.” I just hated the stuff—period, “Wooden stakes
wouldn’t even pierce our skin. All the stuff you see in the Hollywood movies doesn’t apply to us.”

“But the blood? You’re vampires who don’t drink blood?”

“Human blood.”

“Oh, right. Human blood. Right. Because you hunt wildlife instead. Right. Right.”

“Chelsea, are you ok?” She was very pale and I thought she was going to be sick. “You look like
you’re going into shock”

“No. I’m fine. I just…want to know more.”

Chelsea had quickly regained her composure and her voice filled with curiosity instead of panic.
She kept the question rolling and we continued to answer.

“So Jacob is your Dad.”

“Yes.” Bryce replied.

“And Renes—”

“Chelsea. Please call me Nessie.”

“Your parents are Bella and Edward?”

“Yes.” Mom was glowing. It was the first time she had ever told a human that Bella and Edward
were her wonderful, loving parents—and not her brother and sister.

“Wow. You all look the same age.”

“Shocking isn’t it?” Mom laughed.

“So you’re all beautiful, young, smart—perfect…and you’ll be like this forever?”

“Yes.” Mom reached for Chelsea’s hand and smiled, “Are you…ok?”

“Yes. I’m ok. Is that weird…that I’m ok with all this? I mean I go from thinking about English
papers and music recitals one day and the next, I find out there’s vampires, share-shifters and
apparently werewolves roaming around the planet. And here I am—in a car, full of them and yet—
nothing. No fear, no thinking that any minute one of you could kill me. Why is that?”

“It’s because of Aiden.” Mom patted him on the shoulder.

“Right. The imprint thing.”

“Dad will explain it to you if you’d like.” Aiden smiled uneasily, “He can explain it better than any of
us.”

“Sure. But I’m fine with this. All of it. I mean—it’s pretty—cool!”

“Cool! I’ll take that! I was afraid you’d never talk to me again!” Aiden was practically shouting. He
slammed his forehead on the steering wheel before straightening back up in his seat with a goofy
smile plastered across his face.

“Apparently, I have no choice.” She joked and leaned over the center console to plant a kiss on
Aiden’s cheek. “My boyfriend is a werewolf.”

“Ahem. Shape-shifter.” Bryce corrected her—once again.

We pulled up to our gate and Aiden rolled down his window press his hand to the ID system.
Once through, Chelsea opened her door and got out. She sprinted to the woods.

“Ana, you go with Aiden. Bryce and I will take the car home. We’ll let everyone know you’re
coming.”

“Ok, Mom.” Aiden had already chased after her—at a human pace. I took off my blazer and tie,
threw them on top of my book bag and zoomed to the tree line—I reached the woods before
Chelsea did.

“How did you do that?”

“It’s a vampire thing.” I helped her up the rocky woods edge, “What are you doing, Chels?”

She waited for Aiden before answering, “I want to see—with my own eyes. I want to see you do it,
Deni.”

“You want to see me phase—in the daytime?”

“You can’t do it during the day?”

I laughed—because I knew why he didn’t want to phase in front of her.

“I’ll do it for you but…you have to turn around.”

“Why?”

“Because, Chels,” I placed me hands on her shoulders and twirled her around away from the
trees. I stood next to her, facing the same direction—”He’s gotta be naked to phase.”

“Oh! ” She blushed furiously. “I guess I should have known that.”

After a minute, Aiden nudged Chelsea’s back with his muzzle. She turned and he took a few
steps back and sat on all fours.

“He’s huge! And so…beautiful” She walked closer to him, “Can I?”

“Yes, of course.” While she was getting acquainted with wolf-Aiden, I retrieved his clothes.
Chelsea was stroking Aiden’s fur and scratching behind his ears as she had in her dream. Aiden
licked her face and rolled onto his back in the dirt like a puppy. He was happy—happier than I had
ever seen him. A single tear—ok, maybe a few tears—rolled down my cheek.

I wiped my happy tears away when I heard a long, deep howl echo through the woods. “That’s
Dad. We should get going. They’re waiting for us.”

“Wait,” Chelsea pulled me back before I could enter the woods, “We’re like, three miles from your
house. That’s kind of a long walk.”
“Who said anything about walking? We’re running”

Aiden whimpered turning my attention to him. I motioned towards home and he took off running
through the trees.

“Where’s he going?”

“Home. We’ll follow him.”

“Through the woods?”

“Yes.”

“Ana, I’m not exactly wearing running gear—or hiking gear for that matter.” She fanned her skirt
and pointed to the black ballet flats she was wearing.

“Chels, hold these would yah?” I handed her Aiden’s neatly folded clothes and picked her up
bridal style in one graceful swoop, “I’m the one who’s gonna be doing all the running.”

****

(Chelsea’s POV)

The last 24 hours have been the craziest of my life.

I meet a guy, fall in love with him after, like, a minute and then I find out that he’s secretly a shape
shifter. And his family is full of other shape shifters. And vampires.

Freaking vampires!

I should be watching out for a van full of men in white coats who’ve come to strap me into a
straight jacket and haul me off to the loony bin but instead, here I am, in the arms of a 115 pound,
half human, half-vampire/shape shifter girl racing through the woods at what feels like 60 miles an
hour. She’s so fast—and strong. I feel like I’m flying—it’s incredible.

Too incredible to be real. But it is—and it’s my life now. Because of him—Aiden, my Deni. Who
would have thought that me, Chelsea Woodrow, unassuming, uncomplicated me would find true
love at 17 years old. It sounds too ridiculous to be true but it is. I know it. I feel it. Everything tells
me that this is it. And that this is only the beginning.

****

“We’re almost there. It’ll be just another minute. Are you ok, Chels? You’re not going to throw up
on me or anything are you?” Ana’s voice was barely audible above the sound of the whirring wind
around us as she ran.

“No, I’m fine! This is crazy!” I clutched Aiden’s clothes tight to my chest with my left arm—my right
one was hooked firmly around Ana’s neck. We were out of the woods less than a minute later—
the sunlight was blinding. It took a few moments for my eyes to readjust.

When I regained my sight, we were in her driveway—her entire family was there too, waiting for
our arrival. Ana set me down gently and stood between her mom and dad. It was so strange
knowing that he was her father—he didn’t look any older than 25. Standing in between them now,
it was undeniable that they were her parents—the resemblance was uncanny. Aiden emerged
from his house wearing fresh clothes. He came over to me and wrapped one of his big, muscular
arms around my waist. His arm was blazingly warm. Strange that I had never noticed the heat
before.

“Chels, I want you to meet my family. Of course you know those three,” He motioned to Ana,
Bryce and his mom, “This is my dad, Jake. My grandparents, Bella and Edward. My uncles,
Emmett and Jasper. My aunts, Rosalie and Alice. And these are my great-grandparents Carlisle
and Esme.”

The vampires—with their pale, complexions and gold-hued eyes were so breathtakingly beautiful.
They looked like angels. The tiny one, Alice, looked up towards the clouds then back to me and
smiled. Bright beams of light peeked through and shone down onto them. They sparkled like
billions of diamonds in the sunlight—it was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen. I wanted
to reach out and touch their skin but I thought it would be rude—and weird. Edward laughed. He
probably heard what I was thinking. I looked at him questioningly and he nodded.

How awkward.

He started to laugh—and the rest soon joined in. It was unlike anything I had heard before—their
voices were musical—their varying pitches created the perfect harmony.

“Chelsea,” Edward spoke, “We’re so happy to see you again so soon.”

“Thank you. For having me again. All of you. You have no idea how happy I am to be here—like
this.”

“Oh, I think I know.” He tapped his temple. Ugh.

“Are you hungry dear? I could make you guys something to eat for lunch.” Esme asked as she
ushered me towards her house. She looked like an old-school movie star but far more stunning.

“Actually, yes, please. I’m starving.” I skipped breakfast this morning in the wake of all the
craziness from last night’s dream.

“Me too!” Bryce yelled behind us.

“You’re always hungry.” Ana teased him.

****

We were all seated around the long dining room table. Esme, Bella and Nessie came out of the
kitchen with trays of food. It wasn’t lunch—it was a feast. Jake, Bryce, Aiden—even Ana—
devoured the food in front of them. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Wolf thing. Big appetite.” Aiden explained with a mouth full of food.

I looked at Emmett and remembered the ziti incident. I almost choked on my food. Then I
remembered something else from yesterday. I decided to be brave and ask him, “Emmett,
yesterday, when you were laughing in the kitchen…it was because of what I said, wasn’t it?
Thanks for having me for dinner?”

They were all laughing again. “You are an observant human, aren’t you?”

If I were observant, I would have immediately noticed how very un-human they were. Now it
seems like it should have been apparent the first time I met them.

After we ate, Aiden took me to see his room. I was surprised by how immaculate it was. Not a
single thing was out of place. His room was huge—his closet was bigger than my bedroom. The
amount of clothing he owned was impressive—for a guy.

“Yeah, I know. My aunt Alice…she goes overboard on the shopping. We were like her personal
Barbie and Ken dolls growing up. I don’t wear half of that stuff.”

I walked over to his computer area and browsed his music and movie collection.

“Wow, that’s a lot of kung fu movies.” My heart skipped a beat at the sight of them.

“Yeah they’re my favorite.”

“Mine too!” I was too embarrassed to admit that to anyone but I didn’t have to worry about Aiden
—I could tell him anything.

“Want to watch a movie?” He nuzzled up next to me. His breath on the back of my neck sent
shivers down my spine.

I was barely able to squeak out an answer, “Ssh-uure.”

“Pick one out.” He kissed my cheek as I handed him Shaolin Master Killer—one of my favorites.
“Good choice. I’m gonna get some soda’s and something to eat. Be right back.”

****

It was difficult to concentrate on watching a movie when I had so many questions formulating in
my head.

“How many others like you are there?”

“Like me specifically or shape shifters?”

“Both.”

“Back in Washington, where we were born, there are a bunch of us shifters. As far as I know,
Bryce, Ana and I are the only ones of our kind. Ana isn’t a shifter but she is Quilete—she’s got the
wolf stuff in her blood.”

“When did you guys move here?” I was fascinated.

“We moved to Maine when Bryce turned ten. I was 13.”

“So, you’re not 17?” I wasn’t surprised—he looked older than most 17 year olds.

“No, I’m 23. Is that—ok?” His thick, dark brows crinkled together. “My grandpa is like 90 years
older than my grandma Bella. So six years isn’t that bad when you think about it like that.”

“No it’s not. It’s cool—I dig older guys.” I laughed quietly to myself. “How old are Ana and Bryce?”

“Ana is 25 and Bryce is 20.”

“Wow, she looks amazing for 25.”

“She’s going to look like that forever.”

“Lucky girl. I would kill to be 17 forever.” His brows deepened again but this time he looked sad.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

With 20 minutes of the movie left, I started to fall asleep against Aiden’s warm, solid chest. My
phone vibrated in my pocket, waking me up—Uh oh. It was a text message from my sister. “It’s
Alex” I scrolled through the message, “She says she’s coming home tomorrow—for the game.”

“Awesome, I want to meet you sister!” Aiden exclaimed.

“No, you don’t. She’s not a nice person. She’s awful.”

“But she’s your sister.” His head tilted to the side. He looked confused. With his tight nit family, I
was sure he didn’t understand how it was possible for two sisters to not like each other.

“Trust me. Alex has…issues—to say the least.”

“You two don’t get along?” It was touching how concerned he looked.

“No, we don’t. It’s not like I haven’t tried but she’s just…she’s Alex. She gets away with everything
because my dad is afraid of her. He thinks she’s going to hurt herself is he doesn’t let her have
her way. Alex is dating the quarterback at Cony High—who also happens to be my ex-boyfriend.
My own sister stole my boyfriend from me. That’s the kind of person she is.”

“That’s…horrible. How could she do that to you?”

“I’m over it. Besides, it worked out in the end for me, didn’t it?” I grabbed his hand—it was
feverishly warm.

“Yes. Yes it did.”

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chelsea stayed the night—in my room, not Aiden’s. Mom and Dad would have flipped if they had
spent the night together so soon. She was still on cloud nine, talking about the wonderful
afternoon they spent together—watching crappy kung-fu movies, talking about life and enjoying
each other’s company. I can only guess what that meant. I was trying to go to sleep but Chelsea
had other plans.

“So, since you’re part shape shifter, does that mean you could imprint on someone too?”

“I don’t know. Dad doesn’t know either. Leah’s the only girl shifter in Dad’s pack and she never
imprinted—at least not yet. So we don’t know if it’s possible.” Dad and I have talked about this
very thing many times. We don’t think it’s likely seeing as how Leah—a full-blooded Quilete shifter
hadn’t imprinted.

“But it could be possible, right?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged my shoulders and looked away. I didn’t want to think about imprinting
anymore. I laid down and tried to go to sleep.

“I don’t think Bryce likes me.” Chelsea whispered, “He looks at me like he’s mad at me.”

I rolled over onto my side—Chelsea was sitting by the window, staring out into the darkness.
“He’s not mad at you. He’s jealous of Aiden.”

“I hope he finds a girl.”

“You and me both, Chels. You and me both.” I lazily got off the bed and sat next to her on the sill.
“What’re you doin?”

“Aiden said he was going to be in the woods tonight with Bryce. I was just keeping an eye out for
him. I can’t sleep. With everything’s that happened, my mind is working overtime.”

“Can’t sleep, huh?” I walked to the closet and tossed her some jeans, a sweatshirt and hiking
boots. “Put these on.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m wide awake now so we’re going on a field trip.”

“Out there?” She pointed to the trees in the distance.

“Yes. Out there.”

****

“Mom! Dad? Are you guys here?”

“We’re in here, kiddo.” Mom was fast asleep on top of Dad on the couch. He was watching sports
highlights. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Can’t sleep. I’m going to take Chelsea out to the woods.”

“Right now?”

“Nothing else to do.”

“Ana, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“It’s ok, Mr. Black,” it was strange hearing someone refer to Dad as Mr. Black—it was so…proper.
“I’m not afraid.”

“No, I’m sure you’re not. Please, call me Jake. Mr. Black was my dad. Well, if you want to go…
we’ll go with you.” Dad nudged Mom to wake her, “Ness. Babe. You want to hunt?”

“Hmm?” She slowly regained consciousness. “What was that?”

“Hunting? Do you want to go? Chelsea wants to go to the woods”

Mom sat up, “Chelsea, are you sure? It’s dangerous out there.”

“Well, if I’m there with you guys, how dangerous could it be?”

Chelsea jumped behind me as Dad ran out from the brush behind us and plopped his huge wolf
body down next to Mom’s feet.

“Chelsea, I’m going to carry you to the woods.” Mom stood between us, “Climb onto my back.
We’ll follow behind Ana and Jake.”

Chelsea wrapped herself around Mom’s back, securing her legs around her waist and her arms
around her neck. “I’m not heavy am I?”

“Hardly, dear.” Mom chuckled. “Hold on tight. Don’t worry…you can’t hurt me.”

“She’s fast, Chels. Faster than me.” She gulped. “I thought you weren’t afraid?”

Dad raised his head toward the night sky and let out a howl. We listened for my brothers’
responses to get their direction. Bryce responded from the west. Dad took off first and I quickly
followed. Mom was close on my heels—Chelsea was laughing the whole time.

****

“Oh. My. God. That was so fun!”

“Are you some kind of adrenaline junky?” I asked and breathed in the crisp, night air.

“Who me? I’ve never done a dangerous thing in my life!” Chelsea was panting—she was out of
breath, “Where are we headed?”

“We,” Mom picked her up again, “Are heading up into the trees. So you can watch from above
and stay out of harms way.”

“All the way up there? How do we get up there?”

“We climb of course.” I smiled then shot up the trunk of the tree. I stopped half way up and
shouted down to where Mom and Chelsea stood, “You’re not afraid of heights are yah?”

Another gulp escaped her throat. Humans are so funny.

“I’ll be back. I’m going to find your dad.” Mom dropped into the darkness below—not making a
sound as she landed on the damp moss.

“Oh, wow! She just…did you see that?” Her raised voice scared a few sleeping birds nesting next
to us. Chelsea almost slipped from her branch. Lucky for her that my vampire reflexes kicked in—
I was easily able to catch her arm before she fell.

“Thanks. I can be so clumsy sometimes.”

“It’s ok. I’ll just have to keep a better eye on you. The last thing I want is Aiden to try and murder
me in the middle of the night.”

“He wouldn’t dare!” She laughed. Actually, I was pretty sure that if something had happened to
Chelsea on my watch—I would definitely end up as dog food. “We’re like, really high up. I mean…
really high.” Chelsea held on to the thick branches and peered down to the forest floor—I made
sure I had a good grip on her sweatshirt.

“This is nothing. We’re only about 60 feet up or so. Back in Forks, the trees shoot up past 100
feet.” I jumped from branch to branch as agile as a tree squirrel.

“When was the last time you were there?”

“Oh, it’s been…ten years.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes. I know Dad and the boys do. I mean, I miss my grandpa Charlie and my grandma
Sue. But there’s nothing else there for me.”

“I know the feeling. I almost left Brunswick before this school year to go live with my grandparents
in Massachusetts. My mom died a while ago and since then—my dad hasn’t been around much.
He’s always out of town on business. You know, I think it’s my fault he’s not around. I look like her.
I think it makes him sad when he sees me. My sister—you’re going to meet her at the game—
she’s a pain. She hates me. I was so sick of this place—so sick of everyone—I wanted to leave.
But something made me stay. I don’t know what but I’m glad I did. I would have never met Aiden
or you if I had left.”

“I’m glad to have met you too, Chels. I always wanted a human friend.” I heard the rustling of
branches below. With my sharp eyes, I could see Dad stalking a large stag. “Chels, look down
there.” I whispered.

“What am I looking at?”

“Just watch.” I shushed her. “Focus your eyes on that group of trees right there.” I pointed to the
area just east of us. In one fluid leap, Dad had the defenseless stag trapped under his large, furry
paw.

“Holy crap! It’s like animal planet—but live. That was so cool!”

I was astonished by her reaction—I would have thought she’d be screaming right about now. “You
aren’t freaked out? Or grossed out?”

“No way! That was awesome!”

“You are a strange creature. No wonder Aiden loves you.” I swooped Chelsea into my arms,
“Come on, let’s go find your loverboy.”

****

I opened my eyes to a wall of plush, brown suede and the smell of bacon and eggs. I sat up
groggily trying to get my bearings—I was in our living room—somehow I ended up on the couch
sometime this morning. I peeled myself off the couch and walked into the kitchen—still
disoriented with sleepiness—to see what was going on. My brothers, parents and Chelsea were
all in the kitchen eating breakfast.

“Morning, kiddo. Hungry?” Dad asked as he flipped eggs on top of the stove

“What time is it?” I yawned and scratched my head—and pulled out bits of leaves that were still in
my hair.

“5:45.” Mom was bustling around the kitchen making sure everyone was fed. She handed me a
plate of bacon and eggs.

“AM? What are you doing up so early?” I shoved a delicious slice of sizzling bacon into my
mouth.

“Oh, we didn’t sleep.” Chelsea was fidgeting in her seat with a large mug of hot coffee in front of
her—apparently she was wired on caffeine.

“You passed out around 2:30 this morning. We didn’t want to move you.”

“Funny. I don’t even remember coming home.” I shrugged my shoulders and put my empty plate
in the sink. “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready for school.”

“Ok, sweetie. But hurry—we gotta talk to you guys before we leave!” Mom yelled after me.

****

Friday.

The day every student at St. Augustine’s looks forward to each week. No uniforms but school
colors is a must. I saw that Alice had carefully laid out another outfit for me this morning—an outfit
not exactly appropriate to ride a motorbike in but it’ll have to due.

I took a quick shower, blow-dried my hair and changed into my dark denim jeans, silver Prada
top, dark blue Prada tuxedo jacket and black knee high riding boots. I pulled my long hair into a
low ponytail at the nape of my neck so I could easily slip my helmet on. I took a look at myself in
the mirror before walking out of my room. Perfect.

I dropped downstairs in my normal fashion—over the banister—and sat next to Chelsea at the
counter. I looked at the clock—6:15—and contemplated leaving early to take a quick trip on my
bike through the woods.

“Don’t. Even. Think about it, Annie.” Alice’s stern voice emanated from behind me.

“Morning to you, too, Alice.” I half-smiled, swiveling around n my stool to face her, “Thanks for
getting my clothes together for me.”

“That is most definitely not an outfit meant for trekking through the woods on that bike of yours.”
She arched her left brow and glared at me. It was amazing how such a beautiful, tiny thing was
capable of being a big, scary monster sometimes.

“Fine. I’ll just go straight to school. How boring.”

“I like your outfit. Totally spells school spirit.” Chelsea was in too good a mood for 6:20 in the
morning.

“Thanks, Chels.” I noticed Mom was still in her bathrobe. “Aren’t you going to get ready for
school?”

“That’s what we needed to talk to you guys about. Dad and I are leaving this morning instead of
tonight so I won’t be at school with you.”

“Is everything ok…with grandma Sue?” Bryce asked—with obvious worry in his tone.

“It’s not looking too good. Seth and Leah think its best if we come sooner than later. We’re leaving
with your grandparents for the airport in an hour and a half.” Dad rested his hands on Mom’s
shoulders. “We’ll call you as soon as we land. Let you know what’s going on.”

“Yes, please do.” I barely managed to reply—the lump in my throat made it hard to speak.

“Now, in regards to the football game tonight,” Mom looked at me primarily, “Rose and Emmett
will be there to supervise. Please…please…don’t make us regret letting you go.”
“Mom, it’s a high school football game. What’s the worst that could happen?”

****

After everyone finished their breakfast and coffee, we all headed towards the door for school. I
picked up my backpack that had been newly decorated by Alice with and assortment of patches—
and rhinestones. I had to admit—it was pretty cute. Chelsea grabbed her plain backpack and
overnight bag as well.

“Bye mom, bye dad.” I hugged both of my parents. “I’ll miss you both. Give Grandma Sue a kiss
for me, okay?”

“Of course, honey. I love you,” Dad said to me, embracing me in another hug. “Be good – and
that goes for you two as well.” Dad pointed his finger in Aiden and Bryce’s direction.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bryce waved his hand through the air nonchalantly.

“I mean it,” Mom retorted. “Don’t give me a reason to take away your privileges. And absolutely
no phasing in the house. Alice and Esme just finished redecorating and I’m sure you don’t want to
be on their bad side—particularly hers.”

The boys, Chelsea and I all looked in Alice’s direction. Her face gave off a look that could kill—a
look that spoke for itself. She stood silently, tapping her pixie-sized foot against the new
hardwood floor.

“No, we don’t.” both of them shouted out immediately.

“That’s what I thought.” Alice responded before flitting out of the room.

“Ana, I don’t mean to interrupt—but if we don’t go now, we’re going to be late.” Chelsea said,
placing her hand on the doorknob.

“Have you forgotten already, beautiful? Aiden asked, linking his arm with hers, “Vampires?
Werewolves?”

“What he means is that we’re never late,” I smiled in her direction.

Chelsea immediately blushed, “Oh, right. I guess I’m just used to being late because of my dad.”

After everyone said their goodbyes, we all left for school. I strapped my helmet on—even though I
didn’t need it, but dad insisted that I should—and hopped on my bike. The boys decided they
were gonna take theirs out too—it had been a while since we all went riding together. Chelsea got
on the back of Aiden’s and wrapped her arms securely around his waist, and all of us took of
down the road.

“Race you!” I shouted to them with a smile.

“Oh, it’s on, sis!” Bryce said, making his bike roar.

“Chels, hold on tight!” Aiden warned her, taking off in the direction of the school.

****

“I’d rather be carried than go on that thing again!” Chelsea stumbled backwards off Aiden’s bike—
I managed to catch her before she landed on her rear.
“Riding a motorcycle is scarier than being carried around by a blood sucking vampire?” Her
reactions were so unpredictable—but entertaining nonetheless.

“It’s not really the bike—or your driving,” She leaned on Aiden for support, “It’s the other drivers
on the road. They’re the ones I’m afraid of.”

“Chels, you’re so adorable.” Aiden removed her helmet and kissed her forehead.

Nick was in the bed of his truck with his football friends. “Hey, Ana! Chelsea!”

“Oh, man, Ana! Nick is so into you. Do you like him?” Chelsea drilled me as we walked to his
truck.

“I dunno. I mean…he’s cute and all but I don’t really have a…connection with him.” Was that the
right word? I looked at his face—his brilliant smile, his deep, blue eyes—sure I was attracted to
him but thinking about it now, I couldn’t have a relationship with a guy like Nick. He was too—
popular—too noticeable. I had my family’s secret to protect first and foremost. I needed to get
through high school as inconspicuously as possible—which would definitely not be possible if I
started dating the star athlete at school. I wasn’t going to risk exposing my family to date the cute
jock.

“Well, even if you don’t like him, Nick’s a cool guy to have as a friend. Come on, let’s go say
hello.” Chelsea wriggled out from Aiden’s arm and dragged me to Nick’s truck.

There was ten minutes left before classes started. The parking lot was full of students dressed
head to toe in school colors.

“Morning! Where were you yesterday?”

“Oh, we ditched. It was nice out so we wanted to go hiking.”

“And your parents didn’t care?”

“Umm, well, they called in for us.”

“Wow. My parents freak out every time I miss school.”

“I think that’s awesome that you ride a bike.”

“Oh, thanks. My dad got it for me for my birthday.”

“That’s cool. I asked my parents for one and they told me I’d probably kill myself. You must have
the coolest parents ever”

“You have no idea.” I couldn’t imagine parents cooler than mine. A shape shifter and a vampire?
What’s cooler than that? I laughed quietly to myself.

Nick laughed, too—then changed the subject, “So, Aiden and Chelsea are dating now?”

“Yeah. Strange isn’t it?” I looked behind us. Chelsea was trying to convince Aiden to join the pep
squad—and become the only male member.

“That’s cool. She’s had a rough year—with Alex jacking her guy and all.”

Hmm. I had no idea what he was referring to. I would have to ask her about it later. A boy clad in
a St. Augustine letterman jacket bumped into me—before catching a football.

“Wow, they must take football seriously around here?”

“Well, there isn’t much else to do.” Nick hopped over the side of his truck landing next to me. “Are
you excited for the game tonight.”

“Sure. But nowhere near as excited as the rest of these people.” Students were running around
the parking lot carrying homemade signs and streaming blue and silver crepe around sign, trash
cans, cars—whatever was in sight.

“It can get a little crazy around here on Fridays.” A short girl with curly hair ran past us and threw
a plush football at Nick—blowing a kiss before running to the girl’s campus.

“I can see that.”

“Anyways, so after the game, we’re all going to party at Tristan’s house. It’s not far from here.
You’re invited to come.”

“Well, I’ll have to check with my brother—one of my other brothers. He’s coming to the game and
he might not want to go. His decision dictates whether I can go or not—seeing as how he’s my
ride and all.”

“Well, I hope he’s down to go. It’d be nice to hang out—outside of school.” He blushed as he
walked by my side. My hand grazed his and he caught it in his. He squeezed it lightly before
letting go, “Hey, well, I gotta go. See you at lunch.”

He didn’t look back. I didn’t want to break his heart—but I didn’t want to lead him on either. I
needed to figure out a way to let him down gently. Ugh. The thought of it put me in a bad mood for
the rest of the day.

****

The cool air chapped my face as I fought against the wind. It was a chilly New England day—
good thing I brought an extra coat. My resilience to the cold is less than that of my brothers. The
bell rang, signaling that it was time for class, so I picked up my pace and headed towards the
buildings that would keep me prisoner for the next seven and a half hours.

I walked as fast as I could to my locker to retrieve my books. I quickly turned the combination on
my lock and opened the door, exchanging my backpack and helmet for three books that were
needed for my first half of the day. I unzipped my coat and threw it in as well before I headed
swiftly down the hall towards my destination: homeroom. Once a week—on Fridays—first period
became a study hour to catch up on the past week’s work. There was no assigned seating so I
slid into an empty seat behind Charlotte. She was talking to a girl I had never noticed before—I’m
not surprised…I didn’t notice most people—”I wonder where Nessie is today.” Charlotte muttered
to the girl next to her.

“I don’t know. Don’t you find that whole family strange?” the girl she was talking to commented
back.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, there are so many kids. Did you know they’re all adopted? Ana was talking
about it at lunch the other day. I heard Brandi talking about them and she says that her mom says
that the kids are all together—like dating each other. Isn’t that like—totally illegal or something?”

I couldn’t take it anymore—I immediately cut her off, “You know something? It’s pretty rude to talk
about people behind their back, especially when they’re right behind of you.” She turned around
fully in her seat. She looked embarrassed—and petrified. The severity of my voice was probably
what scared her—I was really pissed. “Since you were wondering, I will tell you that Nessie and
some of my other siblings had to leave for a family emergency. And—yes, we might be weird and
different and if you don’t like it…” I glared at her friend—a snarl was building up in my chest just
waiting to be unleashed—”Then that’s your problem.”

“Care to share with the class, Miss Black?” Mr. Wurth called on me from the front of the room.

I sank low in my seat and answered, “No, sir.” Ugh, today was going to be a long day and even
longer until the game.

Chapter Fifteen

“Aiden!” I yelled from the living room, “Chels just called. She’s ready to be picked up for the
game!”

Aiden rushed down the stairs and grabbed Emmett’s keys, “Bye, sis! We’ll see you in a bit.” I was
unable to say goodbye before he was out the door.

Bryce came down shortly after Aiden left—dressed in black slacks and a black button down shirt
that was tight around his bulky arms. “Umm, a little fancy for a football game don’t you think?”

“I’m not going to the game…I have a date.”

That was not the answer I expected. “A date? With, like, a girl?”

“Uh, yeah, a girl, of course. Here fix this would’ya?” He lowered himself to my height so I could
adjust the back of his collar.

“When did this happen? The date thing?”

“At lunch—when I was at the library. I met a girl. She was cute and it sounded like she liked me
so…I asked her out to dinner tonight.”

“I’m shocked. I thought you were…”

“What? Depressed or something because Aiden imprinted and I didn’t? I talked to Dad last night
and do you wanna know what he made me realize?”

“What’s that?”

“That I hadn’t imprinted yet…meaning…I’m still free to date whoever I want. I’m not bound to a
girl by some mystical law. That school is full of girls who would love to go out with a guy like me.”

“Slow down there Casanova.”

He slipped on his coat, “What? You don’t think so?”

“Whatever you say, Bryce. Whatever you say.”

“Anyways, I gotta go—don’t wanna be late.” He grabbed Mom’s car keys and headed to the
garage. “Hey, we might go to Tristan’s party after. I’ll call ya”

****

I still needed to get ready for the game so I went to my room to change. I threw on my St.
Augustine sweatshirt, a pair of jeans and the boots I wore earlier to school. My wavy hair was out
of control from the all the wind so I flat ironed it before heading over to Rosie and Emmett’s
house.

I stopped before my hand touched the doorknob, “Hmm, better call over there first.”—you never
know what those two could be up to with a house all to themselves—Rosie and Em couldn’t get
enough of each other. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and called Rosie.

“Hello?”

“Rosie, I’m ready to go. Are you two—decent?”

“Yeah, come on over, Anabear.”

“‘Kay, be there in a minute.”

I grabbed my purse and an extra jacket just in case the wind decided to pick up again. Their
garage door was up—Emmett was already in the Range Rover.

“Hey, kid. Rose will be down in a sec. She’s just finishing up—you know her.”

I jumped into the backseat and rested my face against the cold window. After the day I had at
school, I could have used a nap. Rosie walked into the garage looking more like a supermodel
about to walk a fashion show in her blue sweater, skinny jeans—and high heels—than someone
about to sit in the cold for the next two hours to watch a high school football game. She slid into
the passenger seat and buckled herself in. “How do I look?”

“Ravishing of course.” I responded. Duh—she never looked anything less than perfect.

She smiled coyly at Em, “Ok, let’s go.”

****

“Hey, did Bryce tell you he’s going on a date tonight?” I asked both of them.

Em looked at me through the rear view mirror as he spoke, “Yeah, he came over to borrow my
shirt.” Well, that explains the small shirt.

“Aiden shouldn’t be the only one dating. Good for Bryce. We were worried that he’d sulk around
the house like a sad puppy until he imprinted too.” Rosie turned to me, “Isn’t there anyone at the
school you like?”

“Well, there’s this guy who I think likes me and—”

“Spill! I want details!” Her face lit up with excitement, “Is he going to be at the game tonight?”

“Actually…he’s playing in the game. He’s the quarterback.”

“Oh, a football player. Nice.”

“I don’t like him like him. He’s nice—and cute…but not…my type.”

“What is your type?” She asked. I shrugged my shoulders—I never thought about it before.

“Anyways, he invited us to a party after the game. Bryce said he might go—with his date. I told
Nick that I’d have to make sure it’s okay with you guys before going.”

“If you wanna go, Ana, we don’t mind. We love a good party—don’t we babe?” The corners of
Em’s lips curved into a toothy grin.

Ugh. I was kinda hoping they would say no.

****

The stadium parking lot was packed with cars. Parents and students filed into the ticket line. I
called Chelsea’s phone to see if they were at the game yet.

“Hey, Ana! Where you guys at?”

“In line. Getting tickets. Where are you?”

“Center section of the bleachers. We’re the ones with all the signs. We’re hard to miss. Hold on—
Aiden says he’ll come find you.”

“‘Kay, sounds good.”

I purchased out tickets and handed them to the gate attendant—Aiden was already waiting for us.

“Hey, guys. There’s some open seats at the end of the bleachers.” We walked up the metal
staircase and he pointed to the section at the farthest end of the stadium.

“Isn’t Chels somewhere around the center? Don’t you wanna sit with her?”

“She’s with the pep squad getting ready for the half time show. She said she’d come find us in a
bit.”

Aiden led the way—I followed behind Rosie and Em so I could gauge everyone’s reactions to
seeing two of the most beautiful creatures on the planet. I was not disappointed. Nick’s lacrosse
friends in the first nearly fell over into the aisle as Rosie sashayed by and the girls did double
takes as Em crossed their paths.

I tapped on Rosie’s shoulder, “Those girls are evil.” I pointed to Annika and her cronies. She was
sitting with a girl I had never seen before. “That must be Alex—Chelsea’s sister.” Annika
whispered something to the brunette as we passed by. The girl had a devilish smirk on her face.

“They look like the evil type.” Rosalie said loudly in their direction as we walked by. Only Rosie
could get away with something like that.

****

“Wow.” Em leaned back against the freezing bleacher, “Cony High’s defense sucks. This isn’t
much of a game. And it’s not even half time!”

“Yeah, you know its bad when their safety has more tackles than the rest of the line.” I loved
football but this was embarrassing. Our school ran all over Cony High’s defense like it was going
out of style. It wasn’t worth paying attention to the game anymore—a win was guaranteed.
Chelsea ran up the stairs and squeezed in between Rosie and Aiden. She gave Rosie and Em a
big hug. It was so strange seeing how comfortable she was around them—humans usually
cowered away from my family.

“We’re winning isn’t it great?” Chelsea was clapping and yelling from her seat. “Not much of a
competition but whatever a wins a win. Hey, Ana, you wanna go to the concession stand to get
some coffee or something?”

“No on the coffee, yes on the something. I’m hungry!”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd. “So, we going to Triz’s party tonight?”

“I guess so. Em and Rosie said it was ok.”

Suddenly, Chelsea’s tone turned serious, “Oh, God. Here comes my sister.” I turned to the
direction she was looking. My assumption was correct. The smug brunette was Chelsea’s sister.
She walked up to us with Annika in tow. “Hey, Alex. Back for good this time?”

“Nice to see you too, Chelsea. So, anyways, this must be your new best friend I’ve heard so
much about. Ana, was it?” She leaned in close. Some strange odor I had never smelled before
emitted from her gaping mouth. It was pungent and overwhelming—I had to take a step back to
get away from it.

“Yes, I’m Ana. It’s nice to meet you, Alex. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I bet you have.” She stepped in front of me—and pushed me to the side—to talk to her sister,
“So are you going to Tristan’s party?”

“We sure are.” Rosie appeared out of nowhere next to Chelsea and slung her arms tightly around
her shoulders.

****

We arrived at Tristan’s massive colonial twenty minutes after the Alex concession stand fiasco.
There was no sign of her or Annika at the party so we decided to stay. Bryce and his date—Mel,
the girl from my algebra class—met up with us.

As usual, all eyes were on us.

Even with the music as loud as it was, I was easily able to hear the whispers about my family.

“Whoa. Check out the blonde. She is smokin’!”

“Look who showed up…Ana and her freaky family. I wonder what Chelsea is doing with them.”

“Chelsea and the new guy are together?”

“Hello tall, pale and handsome!”

I spotted Nick in the crowd and waved to get his attention—it wasn’t hard.

“Hey, Ana. Is this your brother and sister?”

“Uh, yeah. This is Rosalie and Emmett. Guys, this is Nick.”

“Hello. Ana here has told us all about you.” Rosie gushed, bumping my lightly with her hip. Nick
blushed.

“Hey, man. Nice to meet you.” Em stuck out his cold hand—I quickly pushed it back to his side
before Nick had a chance to see it was out for a shake.

“So, can I get you guys anything to drink? Beer? Soda?”

“I’ll take a soda please.” I replied politely.

“You want anything mixed in?”

“No, she doesn’t” Em sternly answered for me. Grandpa Charlie kept beer in his fridge. I’ve never
smelled—let alone tasted—alcohol in my life.

“Anyone else?” Em and Rosie shook their heads no. “One soda coming right up.”

“Oh, he’s adorable, Ana. And he’s totally into you.” Rosie whispered.

“Ugh! Not now Rosie!”

****

Nick handed me a red cup, “Here ya go. One soda. It’s diet, not like you need it or anything. It’s
all we have.”

“Hey, we’re gonna go find your brothers. Come get us later?” Rosie looked from me to Nick and
smiled, “Have fun.”

Emmett wrapped his arm around her waist and led her through the crowd to find Aiden and Bryce.
My mind started to wander aimlessly as I took in the crowd around us. I was brought back to my
current situation with Nick when he cleared his throat rather loudly.

“Are all your brothers so bulky and…scary looking?”

“Ha! Edward and Jasper aren’t as big but the scary part…let’s just say I have very overprotective
brothers.” I swayed mindlessly to the music to avoid looking at him.

“So, hey can I ask you a question.”

“Shoot.” I could only imagine what he could be wondering.

“So, Rosalie and Emmett are your brother and sister right?”

Of course. He was just as curious as everyone else—”Adopted brother and sister. Yes. And yes,
Rosie and Emmett are together—in the biblical sense.”

“I was just wondering. I’m sure you know already but…there have been…rumors.”

“Oh, I know.” I was starting to get upset—for the second time today. But I quickly calmed down
since Nick had the decency to at least ask me.

“And the rest of your family?” He looked genuinely interested in learning more about me.

“There are three other couples. Nessie is with my brother, Jacob.”

“Is it…weird?”

“No.”

“Ok, then. Good to know.” He swayed side to side to the beat of the music and leaned in close to
my ear, “So…do you wanna dance?”

“Sure.” I put my cup on the nearest table and grabbed Nick’s outstretched hand—it was very soft
for athlete hands.

We were dancing and having a good time until Tristan came running towards us at full speed.
“Nick! You gotta get outside. Alex and Franklin are here…causing drama.”

My stomach dropped—I was fairly certain that my family would be at the center of the commotion.

From the front door, I saw Alex and the boy named Franklin with other boys wearing Cony High
letterman jackets as well as Annika, Brandi, Chelsea, Aiden, Bryce, Rosie and Em.

Aiden and Franklin were arguing. Franklin and his friends outnumbered my family two to one but
that didn’t matter—if it came down to a fight, my family would be on the winning side.

****

“Don’t. Talk. To. Her.” Aiden towered over Franklin. Had I been that boy standing in front of my
brother, I would have probably peed my pants. Aiden seemed to grow an extra foot in a matter of
seconds. Nick and I quickly moved to Chelsea’s side. She reached for my hand—she was
trembling and her palm was sweaty. I squeezed it lightly to reassure her that everything would be
okay as long as we were there.

Aiden was shaking violently—Rosie was the first to notice it. Her head quickly turned in his
direction which got my attention—I could feel the heat rolling off him from where I stood. He was
staring at Franklin, murderously. He needed to get out of here—fast—before our greatest fear
was realized.

“Emmett! Bryce! Get him out of here!” Rosie yelled. “The woods—they’re not to far from here.
Go!” She said just loud enough for the non-humans to hear. “Chelsea you have to stay here.” She
grabbed Chelsea’s arm gently pulling her behind me before darting off to follow Em.

“Aww, Chelsea. Is your boyfriend scared?” Franklin was swaying side to side and his words were
horribly slurred. I couldn’t figure out what was making him behave so oddly.

Alex threw back her head and started laughing—falling forward into me in the process. “What is
that foul stench?” I pushed her off then leaned in close to sniff her. It was that same pungent
smell from the game.

“Are you saying that I smell?” Alex’s mouthing was gaping—she was at a loss for words. I was not
ready for what happened next, thankfully—Rosie was.

Alex pulled her fist back and lurched forward to hit me. Rosie flashed to my side lightening fast
and caught Alex’s closed fist in her hand.

“Now that was probably the dumbest thing you could have ever attempted.”

Alex’s knees buckled as Rosie applied more pressure—twisting her wrist ever so slightly applying
more pressure.
“Ouch, bitch! What do you think you’re doing?” Alex winced.

“You should apologize to my sister before I make you scream.”

“I’m not apologizing to anyone!”

“Rosalie, please stop!” Chelsea pleaded—she pulled on Rosie’s jacket sleeve.

Rosie’s grip around Alex’s fist tightened even more and Alex let out a blood-curdling scream.

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry! Now let go! I think you broke my hand!”

Rosie let go of Alex’s hand. She cradled it to her chest like a cat would an injured paw. “What’s
your problem, lady?”

“My problem is your vile, repulsive attitude. You reek of alcohol and you tried to hurt my little
sister.”

“Hey, that wasn’t cool, dude.” Franklin was holding Alex—very unsteadily. He handed her off to
Annika who took her inside the house to the party. As he got closer, Nick came to our aid.

“Hey, man, Back off. Alex was the one who started it.” Nick put his hands to Franklin’s chest and
pushed him back a couple feet.

“No, she hurt Alex. That bitch needs to pay.” He pointed a wobbly finger at Rosie.

“Hey, I said back off. You’re drunk,” Nick tried to reason with him, “Go inside to the party before
you do something really stupid.”

Franklin and Nick stared at each other for a few moments before Franklin finally turned and
started walking away. Nick was coming back to Rosie and me—then the worst thing imaginable
happened.

With his back turned to Franklin, Nick was unable to see the oncoming punch. Nick took a hit to
the face—before Nick could react, Franklin’s friends were dragging him by the arms back to the
house before a full-blown fight erupted—but that wasn’t the worst of it.

When Nick finally faced us again, the smell of rich, warm, delicious blood hit me like a Mack truck.
I scoured his face for the source of the enticing scent—in the moonlight, his bright pink lip was
glistening with the darkest, freshest blood I had ever smelled. I inhaled very deeply and my lips
curled upwards exposing my sharp teeth. It took every ounce of sheer will power I had in my body
not to pounce on him right then. I tightened all my muscles, praying they would freeze in their
current position.

Though I had an aversion to animal blood—human blood was a completely different story. There
was no sense comparing the two—human blood was the sweet nectar that all vampires craved—
full-blooded and hybrids alike. The smell of it made my throat water. I had never tasted human
blood. Technically I have—Mom drank donated human blood when she was pregnant so in
essence, I have. My cell phone rang over and over in my pocket—Rosie’s started too. It had to be
Alice. She must have seen this moment happen.

I balled my fists and licked my lips. But, before I had a chance to attack Nick, Rosie slammed into
me and dragged me to the car—shouting at Nick all the way, “Sorry, Nick! We gotta go. Now. Ana
will see you at school on Monday.”
Chapter Sixteen

“Oh my, God! What happened back there, Ana?” Chelsea tried to come close to me but Rosie
gently pushed her away. I couldn’t bear to look at Chelsea—I was embarrassed and ashamed by
my behavior.

“Ana almost had Nick for dinner.” Rosie had a firm grip on my wrists. “Chelsea, go to Aiden’s car
and wait there for Emmett. It’ll be…safer. Go!” Rosie commanded, “He’ll take you home!”

“But, Rose! I can’t go home! Alex will be there! And I want to make sure Aiden is okay.”

Rosie paused for a moment and dug her cell phone out of her pocket, “Fine. But go wait by the
car. I’ll tell Emmett to take you back to our house.”

Chelsea hurried off to Aiden’s car as I tried to compose myself. In my entire existence, I had
never—not even once—been tempted to go after a human. Nick was my first. I felt like a wild
animal. How could I even think of him in like that? Like a…meal. It was wrong—so wrong on so
many different levels.

“Are you okay, Anabear?” Rosie asked me, she must’ve been studying my every move. My
breathing was labored—but it eventually evened out. The deep breaths helped calm me down for
the most part. My mind was still a mess.

“I’m fine.” I lied.

“Do not lie to me,” She demanded, “You’re merely insulting me by doing so. I am much smarter
than that, Ana.”

There was no using hiding how I really felt—Rosie could spot a lie from ten miles away. “It’s just—
how…I mean,” I stumbled for my words, trying to express how I felt—nothing came to my usually
dexterous brain.

“We’ve all done it, Sweetie. It’s instinctual—it’s part of who we are. You can’t expect for it to never
happen.” She ran her fingers through my hair, comforting me.

I slumped into her shoulder, stifling a sob—releasing a sigh instead. “But it was him. Of all people
in the world, I had wanted his blood. Why not Annika’s or Chelsea’s sister? Why’d it have to be
Nick?”

“Honey, do you know the story behind Grandma and Grandpa?” She asked as we settled into the
car to go home.

“I’ve heard some of the stories—but not all. All I know is that they’ve been lovebirds since high
school and by some miracle were able to have mom.”

“Did you know that Grandpa Edward almost killed Grandma Bella when he first met her? Her
scent drove him crazy—literally. Just being around her sent him into a frenzy—he nearly exposed
our kind on several occasions.”

“How did he resist?”

“He fell so deeply in-love with her, that the thought of losing her killed him.” She smiled, “True love
conquers all.”

True love? Is that what this is? It can’t be. “Has it happened to anyone else?”

“Yes. Emmett caved once—that I know of, that is. He wasn’t in love with the woman—obviously.”

“So, just ‘cause I wanted his blood doesn’t mean he’s my soul mate or anything, right?”

She chuckled. “No. Hardly. Some people’s scents are more overwhelming—appetizing if you will
—than others. It’s different for everyone.”

“Rosie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” she asked me.

“I love you. Thanks.”

“Anytime, Anabear, anytime. I love you too.”

****

I was glad to be on the road and on the way home. I rolled down my window and rested my face
on door, breathing in the night air as it hit my face at 90 miles an hour.

“Feeling better?” Rosie asked quietly.

“Yes. Much better, thanks. Did you call Alice?” My future-seeing aunt was probably freaking out.
Alice wasn’t able to “see” the futures of my brothers or me but she was able to keep a watchful
eye on Chelsea—the human. “She’s probably worried. Where is she anyways?”

“Her and Jazz went on a little vacation. They’ll be back next week. Can you hand me my purse? ”
She pointed to the dark area below my feet. “Actually, just find my phone.”

I searched the leather Christian Dior for her Swavorski studded cell phone and handed it to her.
She dialed the first number in her phone book—Alice’s.

“Hi, Alice.” Rosie had one hand on her phone the other was combing her hair—she was still
driving really fast—with her knees. I had to look away before I had a heart attack from fright. I
couldn’t hear Alice on the other end—just incoherent mumbling.

“No, she’s ok. Nothing happened with the boy.”

More mumbling.

“Chelsea’s fine. So are Aiden and Bryce. Everything has been handled. Go back to Jazz and stop
worrying.” After a few moments of silence from Rosie, she looked at me—apologetically. “Ok. I’ll
let her know. Goodbye, Alice.” She tossed the phone back into her purse.

“Rosie? What was that look for?”

She bit her lower lip before answering, “Well, Alice freaked out and…called your parents. She told
them what she saw.”

Gulp. “Crap.”
“You need to call them when you get home.” She placed a consoling hand on my knee—while I
moaned into my hands. My hair cascaded around my face, hiding the absolute dread I was
feeling from the thought of having to talk to my parents.

“We almost home?”

“Just about.”

“Great.” I said, sarcastically, “I just want this night to end already.”

****

Mom’s car was parked in front of Rosie and Em’s house. The lights were on and I could see the
shadow of one of my brothers on the wall through the window. Chelsea was in there too—I wasn’t
ready to talk to her just yet. I turned abruptly from Rosie’s side, “I’m going to go home. I need to
change and…call my parents.”

“Good idea. Maybe you should hunt, too? Let me know if you want to go.”

“Thanks again, Rosie. For everything.”

“No problem, Anabear.”

My room was dark and cold—like my mood. I fell back onto my bed, letting my legs hang over the
edge. I placed my hands on my rumbling stomach—whether from nerves or hunger, I couldn’t tell.
I rummaged through my purse for my phone, flipped it open and scrolled down the address book.
I thought about which one of my parents I should call—Mom would probably be more
understanding seeing as how she is a vampire and understands the bloodlust. Dad might let me
off the hook and joke about it. I couldn’t decide so I flipped a coin. Heads—Mom—tails—Dad.

Tails. “Here goes nothing.” I muttered to myself and dialed his number.

“Dad?” I uttered.

“Hello, Annie.” He was using his serious voice. Not a good sign.

“Where’s Mom?” I tried to soften him up before the lecture.

“At the hospital with Bella and Edward. I’m at Charlie’s packing a few things for him.” Charlie and
Sue lived in the old Cullen mansion just outside of Forks. Charlie’s old house—the one Grams
grew up in—was so old it rotted from the inside out. Carlisle and Esme gave them the house
before we moved to Maine.

“Am I in a lotta trouble, Daddy?”

“Well…I can’t say that we’re not disappointed. But the important thing is you didn’t hurt anyone.
That takes a lot of control.”

“Wow…so, what? A slap on the wrist and a ‘don’t do it again, Ana’?”

“Pretty much.” Dad replied.

How anti-climactic. “I was expecting much worse.” I thought they’d pull me out of school or
something dramatic like that.
“Well, there’s a lot going on here. Neither your mother or I have much energy to get upset over
anything today.”

“Is it ‘cause of Grandma Sue? How is she?”

“Its not looking good, kiddo. Not good at all. She’s very frail and weak—she’s lost a ton of weight.
She’s not very responsive when we talk to her. Leah, Seth and Charlie are having a tough time
dealing with this—as you can imagine.” His voice was somber—I could see the sadness on his
face in my mind.

I didn’t know how to respond, as I had no previous dealings with death. “I’m sorry,” was all I could
say.

“Me too. We miss you and the boys. We’re probably going to end up staying the week.”

“You’ll call us if anything…happens?” I swallowed hard.

“Of course, Annie.”

“Can you tell Mom I’m sorry and I hope she’s not mad at me?”

“She’s not mad at you, sweetheart. You know she loves you very much.”

“I know, Dad. Tell her that I miss her and I love her.”

“Will do, kiddo. Stay outta trouble until we get back, ‘kay?”

“I’ll try. Promise.”

****

I buried myself under my blanket—but was unable to fall asleep. There was a soft knock at my
door.

“Ana?” Chelsea peered into my room through the cracked door, “Can I come in?”

“Sure, Chels.” I sat up against my headboard. She sat on the edge of my bed—as far away from
me as possible. “Do you think…I’m a monster? Are…are you afraid of me?”

“No. I’m not. And I definitely do not think you’re a monster. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” I
inhaled her scent—I didn’t detect a trace of fear. I was relieved.

“I’m ok…now. I wasn’t earlier. I…could have hurt you.”

“But you didn’t. You didn’t hurt anyone. I know you wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that. For the longest time, I thought that I wouldn’t suffer the same weakness as
the rest of my family. I guess this goes to show that I’m not as immune as I thought. I am a
vampire. The thirst for human blood—it’s in my DNA. But…I hope you know that I would never—
never ever—do anything to hurt you—and Deni in the process.”

“I know that, Ana. We’ve only known each other, what? A week? You’re practically a sister to me
already—the sister I should have had. I know you would never try to hurt me.”

Chelsea was being to kind, sweet—and forgiving. Too forgiving. Had she been a few feet closer,
there was a good chance I would have hurt her to get to Nick—no matter how hard I tried not to.
“Thanks, Chels. That means so much to me. I can speak for my family when I say that we
consider you one of us.”

“What an odd bunch we are.”

“Isn’t that the truth?”

A moment of comfortable silence passed between the two of us. “How’s Aiden?”

“Deni’s fine. He and Bryce ran home. Bryce helped calm him down. They’re over at Rose and
Emmett’s house. Probably eating.” Chelsea hopped off the bed and onto her feet, “Hey…you
hungry? ‘Cause I’m starving!”

“You sound just like one of us, alright. Yeah…I could use some food.” My empty stomach rumbled
at the thought of food. I kicked off my blankets and put on my sneakers. “’Kay, I’m ready.”

Before we exited my room, Chelsea hugged me tightly. “I am so very glad we met, Ana.”

I hugged her back—it was a very sisterly embrace. “Me, too Chels. Me too.”

****

I woke up on the floor of Rosie and Emmett’s house when Bryce’s heavy hand smacked me on
the face. Bryce was snoring loudly next to me—Aiden and Chelsea were asleep on the couch.
The title screen of the movie we watched last night replayed annoyingly over and over on the TV
screen.

“Bryce.” I shook him—waking Chelsea and Aiden in the process, “Hey! Wake up!”

“Hmm?” He rolled over onto his side—his eyes slowly pried themselves open, “What time is it?”

“Nearly noon.” Emmett replied as he sat down on the La-Z Boy—changing the channel to ESPN.

“Wow, we were asleep for a long time!” Chelsea said as she stretched the sleep away.

“Well, it was a rather eventful evening.” Rosie quipped as she took a seat on Emmett’s lap—
wrestling the remote out of his hand.

From my seat on the floor, I stared out the window at the ominous, dark grey sky. Loud cracks
and long, low rumbles of thunder resounded through the atmosphere as the rain beat heavily
against the roof and windows of the house. Lightning filled the dark, grey sky. Quick, vibrant
flashes of purples, blues, oranges and reds were easily seen through the large bay windows.

As fascinating as it was to watch, I sighed, laying my head against the back of the couch. It was
going to be a very boring Saturday.

“Rose, can you see if there’s a game on?” Bryce asked, throwing his baseball up and down in the
air, catching it every time. She flipped through the channels and stopped on the Red Sox game. “I
wish we could play baseball today.”

“It’s no fun without everyone else,” Aiden said, running his hand through Chelsea’s curls that were
fanned out across his chest as she lay in his arms on the sofa. “It’s especially best when Alice
pitches!”

“I didn’t know your family played baseball.” Chelsea lifted her head off of Aiden’s chest, turning
around to face him. “I used to play softball with my childhood friends, but I stopped when I went to
bat and hit someone in the eye.” She shuddered. “I’ll never forget that.

I held back my laughter so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed. Chelsea definitely didn’t seem like the
sporty type—I had observed over the last week that she wasn’t very coordinated. I’d even call her
clumsy.

“Well, Chelsea, we don’t play regular baseball.” Emmet smiled. “We can only play during
thunderstorms.”

She cocked her head to the side, looking extremely confused, “Why is that? That sounds…
dangerous!”

“Dangerous? Ha! We’ll have to show you for you to understand, my dear.” Aiden laughed, “It’ll be
fun.”

She nodded her head, “Let me guess, it’s a vampire/werewolf thing?” Chelsea asked him, playing
with the fringe of her light blue shirt.

“Exactly,” Rosie smiled, “When everyone gets back, we’ll go out. Torrential rain is expected over
the next few days.”

“Well, if we can’t play ball we could take the dirt bikes out into the woods. It’ll be nice and muddy!”
Bryce suggested.

“Oh! That sounds fun to me. I can’t stand being cooped up in the house all day.” I got up quickly
off the floor, “Chelsea, I have some old clothes you can borrow if you don’t want to get yours
dirty.”

“Sure! Let me call my dad real quick to check in. I’ll meet you at your house.” She pulled her
phone out of her pocket.

Instead of running, I walked to my house. The drops tickled my bare skin and soaked my hair and
clothing. Water droplet sprayed everywhere as I made my way up the staircase to my room. I
rummaged through my unmentionables—unmentionable because Alice believed clothes over a
year old with stains and holes belonged in a dumpster and not in a closet as well stocked as mine
—and found two pairs of jeans and sweatshirts. I changed and threw my soaked clothing into a
hamper. I heard Chelsea’s footsteps coming up the stairs and opened the door before she had a
chance to.

“Long time no see!” She joked.

“Here, put these on. You’re the same size as me so they should fit.”
“Ok, thanks.” She changed as I put on my boots. “Oh, hey…you wanna come over to my house
tonight? My dad will be home and he wants to have dinner. I don’t think Alex will be there, but,
even if she was, she wouldn’t dare act up in front of dad.”

“Sure! I would love to.” My first invitation to a human household! I was so excited. “What time do
we have to be there by?”

“Dinner’s at 6:00.” She replied as laced her boots. “Ok. I’m ready!”

“You should put this on, too.” I tossed her a raincoat, “You don’t want to get sick out in the rain.”

“Thanks.” She pulled the coat on. “Aren’t you gonna put one on too?”

“Oh, no. I don’t need to worry about getting sick.” I added sarcastically. Neither my brothers nor I
had ever been sick a day in our lives.

We met Bryce and Aiden in our garage. Bryce and I pulled out two dirt bikes. Chelsea sat
comfortably on the back of the two-seater quad.

“Deni, are you gonna teach me how to ride one of those things?” Chelsea pointed to my bike.

“One of these day, maybe.”

“Promise?” Her face lit up with excitement at the thought.

“Promise.”

We drove down the driveway and broke away from each other when we reached the field before
the woods. Chelsea was hollering gleefully from behind Aiden. “Hold on, Chels!” Aiden yelled.

One after the other, we raced into the woods. Our bikes moved easily over the damp moss and
loose earth. We maneuvered through the semi-darkness, dodging trees and jumping off mini-
ridges. Because of the thick canopy above, the rain was much lighter, but the dirt was turned to
thick, gooey mud nonetheless. Our tires kicked up waves of it, getting all over our bikes and
clothes.

We stopped in a clearing west of the woods—just as the rain stopped. We got off our bikes,
drenched in mud and water. “Having fun?” I asked Chelsea.

“A blast! Still scared silly though.” She pulled out pieces of branch and leaves from her hair. “We
stopping?”

“Just for a minute.” I pulled my mud-caked hair into a loose ponytail.

Chelsea went off to examine a damaged tree. “Looks like it got his by lightning.”

“Or Emmett…” Bryce laughed. “The thing split in half when he crashed into it during our last
baseball game.”

“Holy crap! He did that?” She looked shocked as she ran her hand over split bark.

“We’re exceptionally strong if you haven’t figured it out yet.” He laughed again. “I’m heading
home,” He looked up towards the dark clouds, “I suggest you guys do the same.”

Aiden jumped back on his bike and rode circles around the clearing and did wheelies in front of
us. “Now he’s just showing off.” I tapped Chelsea’s elbow with mine. “So…what can I expect at
dinner? What’s your dad like?”

“Oh, umm…he probably won’t say much. He’s not much of a talker. It’ll be a nice quiet dinner.”

“Sounds easy enough.”

“It should be. And if Alex isn’t there it might actually be fun.”

Aiden pulled up to us, “Ready to go home?”

“Yup. Let’s get out of here before it rains.” I pushed him off my bike—and into a pile of mud.
Chelsea and I laughed hysterically as he slipped trying to get his footing in the slippery mess.

“Not funny, bloodsucker!” He flung a handful of brown at me.

“Bloodsucker?! That’s so mean, Deni! Apologize to Ana right now!” Chelsea demanded—with her
hands on her hips.

Instead of apologizing as she asked, she grabbed Chelsea and gently threw her down into the
mud. I jumped in, too—kicking and splashing. I figured that since I was already a mess, I might as
well join in, too.

“Ok,” Chelsea was halfway buried in the mud trying to wriggle her way free, “Now, it’s time to go.”

Chapter Seventeen

After a week of being passenger-seat bound, it felt good to be driving in my own car. I loved my
Mini and I’m sure if it could, it would tell me it missed me too.

“Left at the next street.” Chelsea directed my attention to Madison court. “At the end there.
That’s my house.” I pulled up to the curb and parked. In the dark I could see that it was a
beautiful, brick colonial with a blue door and tall elm trees in the front yard. Every light in the
house was on. “I don’t see Alex’s car so we should be ok!”

I flipped open my visor, “Do I look ok? Am I underdressed? I’ve never been to a human’s
house for dinner—or at all for that matter.” I looked down at my sweater and dark jeans.

“Ana, you look gorgeous so stop fretting and let’s get inside! I’m hungry!” Chelsea got out
of the car and I did the same.

The closer we got to the house, the more I realized how big it was. It had a wing that that
extended to the left and a guesthouse around back that was visible from the street. Her father
must be very successful for a human to have such a grand house. “This place is huge!”

“Well, not nearly as big as yours but, yeah, I guess it’s pretty big.” She was being modest.
“Oops, looks like I forgot my keys.” She blushed lightly and knocked.

An old man opened the door. “Good evening, Chuck.” She greeted him cheerfully.

I was dumbfounded and completely beside myself. I leaned in close—so only she could
hear me, “You call your dad by his first name?”

“Oh, ha. No, Chuck isn’t my dad. He’s our butler. He takes care of the house and drives
me to school when my dad’s gone.” She whispered.

“Oh, my mistake. I should have figured.” I laughed, embarrassed.

“Miss Chelsea, your father is in his office. May I take your coats?” He asked very politely.

“No, thanks. It’s kinda chilly tonight.” She replied.

“No, I’m good, too. Thank you.” Rosie reminded me before we left to be on my best
behavior and be as courteous as possible.

“Come on, Ana, let me show you the house before we see my Dad.”
****

I followed Chelsea through the various rooms of the house. They had a theatre and
entertainment room that would make even Emmett jealous. “This is my room.” She opened the
door and flipped on the lights.

It was cozy—and pink. Everything was pink—and very girly. Thankfully it wasn’t Pepto
Bismol pink or anything garish like that. It was subtle, soft and quite chic. Esme would have loved
it—and especially Alice. She loved pink. My favorite part of her room—and the part that added the
most character to it—was the wall of pictures. One entire wall devoted to pictures from her
childhood, of her family and her friends. I scoured over the thousands of pictures—with slight
pangs of jealousy in my stomach. It looked like she had a wonderful life. So many friends, so
many experiences. Experiences—that because of my supernatural circumstances—were never
afforded to me.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chelsea’s hand rested lightly on my shoulder.

“Oh, no. Sorry. I’m fine. I was just looking at the pictures. You’ve had a great life.”

“Yeah, I’ve been blessed.” Chelsea smiled. The best thing about Chelsea was her positive
outlook on life. She never had a negative thought or a bad thing to say about anyone—save her
sister and Annika, of course. “Come on, my dad’s office is just down the hallway.”

****

Chelsea’s father’s office paled in comparison to Grandpa’s and Carlisle’s. Still, it was quite
impressive. It was sparsely decorated—a few pictures were scattered around the room on desks,
law and business books lined the shelves. Her father was seated at his cherry wood desk, talking
on the phone in Italian—which I easily understood. He raised a finger, signaling for us to wait a
moment. I looked at the pictures in the gilded frames and found one that stood out the most.

Softly, I asked Chelsea, “Is this your mother?”

“Yeah. That’s her.”

She was an exact replica of her mother. She had her eyes and especially her smile.
“She’s beautiful, Chels.”

“Yes, she was wasn’t she?” A hint of sadness hung on her words. I decided it was best to
change the subject just in case it made her uncomfortable to talk about her mother.

“Your home is really nice. Thank you for inviting me to dinner,”

“No problem. You’re welcome here anytime! Especially as hospitable as your family has
been to me. Oh, hey, my dad doesn’t know I have a boyfriend so let’s not mention it just yet. I
have to find a way to break the news to him gently—not that he’d care much but still.” She forced
a fake laugh—Chelsea was easy to read. I could tell she was saddened by her almost non-
existent relationship with her father. It made me appreciate the relationship I had with mine even
more. I really missed my parents.

His steps were close to silent, but I heard his approach anyways and made a rather
abrupt turn to face her father. He almost crashed forward into me.

“Sorry about that.” He apologized, “I didn’t think you’d turn so soon.”

“Hi, Dad.” Chelsea half-smiled. He gave her a quick, awkward hug. “Where’s Alex?”

“I haven’t heard from your sister since yesterday afternoon. From what Chuck tells me, she went
up to her room packed a bag and left. She’s probably at that girls house…what’s her name?” He
rubbed his chin, “Annika?”

“Figures.” She cocked her left brow.

We stood around in a tight circle, “So you must be Ana. I’ve heard all about you from Chelsea’s
emails. I’m Nathan. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Woodrow.” I shook his extended hand.

“Please, just call me Nathan. Only my work associates call me Mr. Woodrow. At home I’m
Nathan. Just Nathan.” It’s funny—his demeanor and his voice reminded me a lot of Grandpa
Charlie. “You girls hungry? Chuck made something. What, I have no idea but I think it’s getting
cold.”

We all walked to the dining room and took our seats. From the light dust on the chairs, I
could tell family dinners weren’t big in the Woodrow household. Chuck brought out dinner—pasta
and chicken. Good, I thought to myself, no vegetables. Wouldn’t want to be rude by leaving a
plateful of uneaten, unappetizing veggies. To my left, Chelsea let out a long, unexpected laugh.

“What’s so funny, Chels?” Her father asked curiously.

“Oh, sorry. It’s nothing. I was just remembering something from dinner the other day…at
Ana’s house. Sorry.” She had to be thinking about the Ziti incident with Emmett. I laughed too.
Chelsea brought her napkin up to her lips to hide her smile.

“Speaking of dinner the other day, you have to thank your parents for letting Chelsea stay
over so often this week. I’ve been working a lot and its good to know she’s with friends instead of
home by herself—or with old Chuck over there.”

Like in a campy comedy movie, Chuck, the butler’s head suddenly appeared from behind
the closed kitchen door the instant his name was called, “Did you call for me, sir?”

“No, Chuck. Sorry.” Mr. Woodrow chuckled quietly to himself. “So, Ana, what grade are
you in?”

“I’m a freshman.”

“Chelsea says you have a big family?”

“Very. There are 15 of us all together—13 kids. Two are in Washington for…school. My
sister, Nessie and two brothers Aiden and Bryce go to school at St. Augustine with us. My other
brothers and sisters are all either graduated or attending college.”

“13? That sure is a big family! You’re parents must have had a hard time when you kids
were growing up.” He remarked.

“Oh, no, not really. We’re all adopted. Most of us were adopted at older ages so we were
beyond the headaches of diapers and potty training.” I smiled—and stuffed another forkful of
chicken into my mouth.

“What do your parents do? If you don’t mind me asking?”

 “No, not at all. My dad is a doctor. He works at Brunswick General. My mom restores old
homes.”

“Very fulfilling work.” He gulped down the last of his wine. “Well, you two, I think I’m going
to go back to my office. I have a lot of work to finish up before I leave again tomorrow.”

“So soon?” Chelsea, who was silent our entire conversation finally piped up.

“Yes, unfortunately, a business deal in Italy fell through and I must fly there tomorrow to
see if I can salvage the partnership.” He placed his napkin over his food and rose from his seat,
“Ladies, you have a wonderful rest of the evening. Ana, again, it was very nice to meet you.” He
half-bowed before turning on his heels back for his office.

We got up from our seats and cleared the table, placing our dirty plates in the sink.
Chelsea scrubbed the dishes and I rinsed and dried.

“That was really weird.”

“What was?” I asked, curious to the odd statement.

“That’s the most I’ve ever heard Dad talk. It was just really weird. I don’t think he’s ever
talked to me as much as that.”

“Maybe it’s because I’m a stranger?” I asked. “You’re not…mad at me are you?”

“Oh, don’t be silly! I was just saying…how strange to hear him be so…interested. He
never talks to my friends.”

“Well then, I guess that would be weird.” I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t know what else
there was to say about the matter.

“Anyway, what do you wanna do? It’s still early and it’s a Saturday! We should call up your
brothers and go out!”

At that very second, my phone in my pocket was buzzing. I looked at the screen, “It’s my
dad. I’ll be right back.”

***

“Hey, Daddy. I was just thinking about you guys. What’s going on?” There was silence for
a moment and I heard him sniffling on the other end. Crap. “Dad? What is it? What happened?”

“Sweetie, you need to go home and pack. You have to come to Forks. I just called your
brothers” Another moment of heart pounding silence, “Grandma Sue passed away.”

My legs turned to jelly and I dropped to my knees. Tears flooded like waterfalls from my
eyes. I was crying so loudly, Chelsea heard me from two rooms away. She ran to my side on the
floor and threw her arms around me, consolingly. I let the phone fall from my hands and collapsed
in her arms—she picked up my phone and talked to my dad.

My crying drowned out all the other noise but I did hear Chelsea’s faint voice before she
hung up. “No problem, Mr. Black. I’ll see that she gets home. I’m very, very sorry.” She moved my
tear-soaked hair out my eyes and held my face between her hands. “Ana, I’m really sorry. Believe
me, I know how much it sucks.”

Although I felt awful, I did feel just a tiny bit better knowing I was with someone who had
personal experience with death. I looked up at Chelsea, her father was standing in the hallway,
observing. Apparently my crying called was loud enough that it reached all the way to his office.
“Can you drive me home? I don’t think I could see straight. And we should make sure Bryce and
Aiden are okay, too.”

“Of course. Let’s get your stuff and we’ll go.”

As we passed Mr. Woodrow in the hallway, he looked like he wanted to say something.
His eyes dropped to the ground and he rested against the wall.

“Dad, I might not be home tonight, ok?”

“Sure, Chels. Take your time. Take care, Ana.”

“Thank you, Mr. Woodrow.”

****

We drove in silence. I tried to suppress my tears but was unable to do so. I turned on the
radio so Chelsea wouldn’t have to listen to it. I stared aimlessly out the window, thinking about the
wrecks Aiden and especially Bryce must be right now. Bryce and Grandma Sue had a special
bond. I would go out on a limb and say that he was her favorite grandkid. Chelsea drove much
slower than I was used too—she drove the speed limit. I wished she would go faster but I didn’t
want to say anything—I was appreciative of company.

Chelsea turned off the radio—I was still looking out into the blackness. “Ana, are you ok? I
mean…obviously you’re not ok.” She stammered, “But, do you want to talk or anything?’

“No, not really.”

“Yeah, didn’t think so. But it’s customary—for humans—to ask such questions.”

“Thanks for your concern, and everything else, Chelsea.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for.”

“Thanks for being my friend.”

“Anytime.”

We drove in comfortable silence the remainder of the way.

*************************

**********

“You should go to Bryce.” Chelsea suggested. “I’ll check on Aiden.”

“Ok.” I replied. We both got out of the car and walked into Rosie and Em’s eerily quiet
house. Emmett was on the sofa with his arm around Aiden’s shoulders. Aiden looked up at me
with bloodshot eyes. I’ve only seen my brother cry once before and that was when we were
children. It was startling to see a grown man cry—and look so vulnerable. I could only imagine
what Bryce must be like. “Bryce?” I asked.

“Upstairs with Rose.” Em answered. He got up from the couch—Chelsea took his place.
Emmett’s wrapped his arms around me in a hug. His cold body caused me to shiver but his hug
was comforting, nonetheless. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”

Before the waterworks started back up, I pulled away from Em. “I’m gonna check on
Bryce.”

“We’ll be down here if you need anything. Alice and Jasper are on their way home. I’ve
got to arrange your flights for the morning.”

“Thanks, Em.”

****

I walked upstairs to Rosie and Em’s bedroom. The lights were dimmed and the air
conditioning was on full blast—their room was a freezer. Rosie was sitting on the edge of her bed
close to where Bryce was laying. She glided over to me as soon as I entered.

“He won’t say anything.”

“Why is it so cold in here?”

“He was burning up earlier. Aiden said to turn on the air conditioning to cool him down and
help prevent him from phasing in the house.” She looked back at Bryce who was still as a statue
on the bed, “I’m going to go downstairs. I’m sorry, Anabear.” She kissed my cheek before exiting
the room.

I walked over to the bed. Bryce didn’t look at me or say a single word. His eyes were red
and glossy—fixed on the ceiling above him—and there were streaks of dried tears on his face. I
hopped over him and lay next to him on the bed and stared up at the ceiling along with him. I
didn’t know what to say. He sniffled—then reached for my hand.

Bryce and I weren’t nearly as close as Aiden and me but I loved him to death. My giant,
little brother squeezed my hand. I scooted closer to him rested the side of my face against him
arm and tried to think of something to say.

“We’re all hurting…but I know that it’s even worse for you.”

He still didn’t say anything—he cried instead. I would lie here all night if he needed me to
—to show him that he wasn’t alone and that we were here for each other. Bryce sat up on the
edge of the bed and cried quietly into his hands. I wrapped my arms around him and cried too.

“When do we leave?” He finally spoke.

“In the morning. Emmett is taking care of our flights.”

“We should pack.” He patted my knee and stood. I was starting to get a headache so I lay
back down and watched Bryce walk towards the door. He stopped at the last second, turning to
talk to talk to me. “Thanks, sis. Love you.” He promptly turned back around and raced down the
staircase.

******************

*********

I woke up the next morning in my room. My suitcase was waiting by my door—my winter
parka folded on top of it. I heard Alice and Rosie’s voice downstairs. I shoved my feet into my
slippers and threw on a sweatshirt to find out our plans for the day.

Bryce, Aiden and Chelsea were seated at the kitchen table eating breakfast. “Hi.” I
addressed everyone, kissed my brothers on the cheeks and sat down in the empty seat next to
Chelsea. “Did you stay the night?”

“Yeah. You fell asleep in Rose’s bed. Bryce moved you to your room. I went home to pack
—I’m coming with you to Forks. My Dad said it was okay.”

“Really? He’s letting you skip school?”

“Mmm hmm.” She murmured as she chewed her toast. “Oh, hey, I forgot to tell you
yesterday that Nick texted me. He wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“That was sweet of him.” I responded. I definitely needed to talk to him when we got back.
“When are we leaving?” I talked in Alice’s direction.

“Your flights in three hours. I packed for you last night.”

“I saw that. Thank you.” I grabbed the syrup bottle, drowning my pancakes in it. The
combination of sweet maple and cinnamon pancakes hit the spot. “Aren’t you guys coming too?”

My aunts and uncles looked at each other—as usual Alice spoke first. “No, I’m sorry, we
aren’t coming.”

“It’s not that we don’t want to, Anabear. We just…don’t think it would be entirely
appropriate if we were there.” Rosie said.

“Why not? You’re family, too!” I retorted.

“Yes, we are. But even if we’re family, that doesn’t mean our presence is always
welcomed.” She explained.

“Besides,” Em spoke now, “Could you imagine the disaster Jasper would be around all
those grieving people?”

“I’d be begging for someone to put my out of my misery.” Jazz added. I understood—the
emotions of everyone there would be far too overwhelming for him.

I finished my breakfast and placed my dirty plate in the sink. I stood next to Rosie and
rested my head on her shoulder. “Aww, well I’m going to miss you all!”

“We’ll miss you too, honey. Alice and Jasper will take you guys to the airport. Emmett and
I have errands to run today.” Rosie turned, embracing me in a tight hug. “I love you, Anabear.
Take care of them, okay?” She caressed my face and kissed my forehead sweetly.

“Of course, I will.” I hugged her once more, moving onto Em.

“See you when you get back. Tell your parents and especially Leah and Seth we’re very
sorry.” Em squeezed my shoulders then walked out of the house with Rosie trailing behind him.

“Well, you four finish up here, shower, change and all that. Jazzy and I will be at home
when you’re ready to go. We should leave in an hour.” Alice looked at the clock on the wall.

“Thanks, Alice.” Aiden said as he piled more pancakes on his plate, “We’ll see you then.”
******************

*********

The flight was quick and comfortable. We flew first class—it was more accommodating to
my brothers’ size. I slept almost the whole flight. When we landed in Seattle, memories from our
childhood flooded my mind. I couldn’t help but smile.

Mom and Dad were waiting for us by baggage claim. I ran to Dad and jumped into his
welcoming, open arms.

“Hi, Daddy! I missed you.”

“Missed you too, kiddo.” Dad hugged me for a few seconds more before putting me back
down on the ground. Mom was smashed in between Aiden and Bryce. Chelsea was standing next
to them, laughing at the sight.

I pushed my brothers out of the way, “My turn.” I took their place in Mom’s arms, “Hi,
Mom.”

“Hello, baby.” She whispered. She stepped back as the luggage carousel started up. She
smiled at Chelsea who was holding Aiden’s hand, “Hello, Chelsea. Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for letting me be here, Nessie. I’m sorry that it has to be under such sad
circumstances.”

“Yes, well,” Mom’s eyes became shiny—like she was on the verge of tears, “Thank you,
regardless.”

We collected our luggage and headed for the parking lot. Because of the number of
people and the amount of luggage my parents brought two cars—Charlie’s old pick-up truck and
the SUV rental.

“I need to go by Charlie’s and pick up some stuff for him.” Mom said.

“I’ll come with you.” I volunteered.

“We’ll be at the Uley’s. The pack is meeting there before the bonfire.” Dad said as he
packed up the SUV with our luggage. The pack, tribe elders and most of La Push’s residents
would be at the bonfire tonight to celebrate Sue’s life. “We’ll see you there.” He slammed the
trunk of the car, gave Mom a long kiss, and drove off towards the rez.
I rolled over onto my side—Chelsea was sitting by the window, staring out into the darkness.
“He’s not mad at you. He’s jealous of Aiden.”

“I hope he finds a girl.”

“You and me both, Chels. You and me both.” I lazily got off the bed and sat next to her on the sill.
“What’re you doin?”

“Aiden said he was going to be in the woods tonight with Bryce. I was just keeping an eye out for
him. I can’t sleep. With everything’s that happened, my mind is working overtime.”

“Can’t sleep, huh?” I walked to the closet and tossed her some jeans, a sweatshirt and hiking
boots. “Put these on.”
“Where are we going?”

“I’m wide awake now so we’re going on a field trip.”

“Out there?” She pointed to the trees in the distance.

“Yes. Out there.”

****

“Mom! Dad? Are you guys here?”

“We’re in here, kiddo.” Mom was fast asleep on top of Dad on the couch. He was watching sports
highlights. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Can’t sleep. I’m going to take Chelsea out to the woods.”

“Right now?”

“Nothing else to do.”

“Ana, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“It’s ok, Mr. Black,” it was strange hearing someone refer to Dad as Mr. Black—it was so…proper.
“I’m not afraid.”

“No, I’m sure you’re not. Please, call me Jake. Mr. Black was my dad. Well, if you want to go…
we’ll go with you.” Dad nudged Mom to wake her, “Ness. Babe. You want to hunt?”

“Hmm?” She slowly regained consciousness. “What was that?”

“Hunting? Do you want to go? Chelsea wants to go to the woods”

Mom sat up, “Chelsea, are you sure? It’s dangerous out there.”

“Well, if I’m there with you guys, how dangerous could it be?”

Chelsea jumped behind me as Dad ran out from the brush behind us and plopped his huge wolf
body down next to Mom’s feet.

“Chelsea, I’m going to carry you to the woods.” Mom stood between us, “Climb onto my back.
We’ll follow behind Ana and Jake.”

Chelsea wrapped herself around Mom’s back, securing her legs around her waist and her arms
around her neck. “I’m not heavy am I?”

“Hardly, dear.” Mom chuckled. “Hold on tight. Don’t worry…you can’t hurt me.”

“She’s fast, Chels. Faster than me.” She gulped. “I thought you weren’t afraid?”

Dad raised his head toward the night sky and let out a howl. We listened for my brothers’
responses to get their direction. Bryce responded from the west. Dad took off first and I quickly
followed. Mom was close on my heels—Chelsea was laughing the whole time.

****
“Oh. My. God. That was so fun!”

“Are you some kind of adrenaline junky?” I asked and breathed in the crisp, night air.

“Who me? I’ve never done a dangerous thing in my life!” Chelsea was panting—she was out of
breath, “Where are we headed?”

“We,” Mom picked her up again, “Are heading up into the trees. So you can watch from above
and stay out of harms way.”

“All the way up there? How do we get up there?”

“We climb of course.” I smiled then shot up the trunk of the tree. I stopped half way up and
shouted down to where Mom and Chelsea stood, “You’re not afraid of heights are yah?”

Another gulp escaped her throat. Humans are so funny.

“I’ll be back. I’m going to find your dad.” Mom dropped into the darkness below—not making a
sound as she landed on the damp moss.

“Oh, wow! She just…did you see that?” Her raised voice scared a few sleeping birds nesting next
to us. Chelsea almost slipped from her branch. Lucky for her that my vampire reflexes kicked in—
I was easily able to catch her arm before she fell.

“Thanks. I can be so clumsy sometimes.”

“It’s ok. I’ll just have to keep a better eye on you. The last thing I want is Aiden to try and murder
me in the middle of the night.”

“He wouldn’t dare!” She laughed. Actually, I was pretty sure that if something had happened to
Chelsea on my watch—I would definitely end up as dog food. “We’re like, really high up. I mean…
really high.” Chelsea held on to the thick branches and peered down to the forest floor—I made
sure I had a good grip on her sweatshirt.

“This is nothing. We’re only about 60 feet up or so. Back in Forks, the trees shoot up past 100
feet.” I jumped from branch to branch as agile as a tree squirrel.

“When was the last time you were there?”

“Oh, it’s been…ten years.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes. I know Dad and the boys do. I mean, I miss my grandpa Charlie and my grandma
Sue. But there’s nothing else there for me.”

“I know the feeling. I almost left Brunswick before this school year to go live with my grandparents
in Massachusetts. My mom died a while ago and since then—my dad hasn’t been around much.
He’s always out of town on business. You know, I think it’s my fault he’s not around. I look like her.
I think it makes him sad when he sees me. My sister—you’re going to meet her at the game—
she’s a pain. She hates me. I was so sick of this place—so sick of everyone—I wanted to leave.
But something made me stay. I don’t know what but I’m glad I did. I would have never met Aiden
or you if I had left.”

“I’m glad to have met you too, Chels. I always wanted a human friend.” I heard the rustling of
branches below. With my sharp eyes, I could see Dad stalking a large stag. “Chels, look down
there.” I whispered.

“What am I looking at?”

“Just watch.” I shushed her. “Focus your eyes on that group of trees right there.” I pointed to the
area just east of us. In one fluid leap, Dad had the defenseless stag trapped under his large, furry
paw.

“Holy crap! It’s like animal planet—but live. That was so cool!”

I was astonished by her reaction—I would have thought she’d be screaming right about now. “You
aren’t freaked out? Or grossed out?”

“No way! That was awesome!”

“You are a strange creature. No wonder Aiden loves you.” I swooped Chelsea into my arms,
“Come on, let’s go find your loverboy.”

****

I opened my eyes to a wall of plush, brown suede and the smell of bacon and eggs. I sat up
groggily trying to get my bearings—I was in our living room—somehow I ended up on the couch
sometime this morning. I peeled myself off the couch and walked into the kitchen—still
disoriented with sleepiness—to see what was going on. My brothers, parents and Chelsea were
all in the kitchen eating breakfast.

“Morning, kiddo. Hungry?” Dad asked as he flipped eggs on top of the stove

“What time is it?” I yawned and scratched my head—and pulled out bits of leaves that were still in
my hair.

“5:45.” Mom was bustling around the kitchen making sure everyone was fed. She handed me a
plate of bacon and eggs.

“AM? What are you doing up so early?” I shoved a delicious slice of sizzling bacon into my
mouth.

“Oh, we didn’t sleep.” Chelsea was fidgeting in her seat with a large mug of hot coffee in front of
her—apparently she was wired on caffeine.

“You passed out around 2:30 this morning. We didn’t want to move you.”

“Funny. I don’t even remember coming home.” I shrugged my shoulders and put my empty plate
in the sink. “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready for school.”

“Ok, sweetie. But hurry—we gotta talk to you guys before we leave!” Mom yelled after me.

****

Friday.

The day every student at St. Augustine’s looks forward to each week. No uniforms but school
colors is a must. I saw that Alice had carefully laid out another outfit for me this morning—an outfit
not exactly appropriate to ride a motorbike in but it’ll have to due.

I took a quick shower, blow-dried my hair and changed into my dark denim jeans, silver Prada
top, dark blue Prada tuxedo jacket and black knee high riding boots. I pulled my long hair into a
low ponytail at the nape of my neck so I could easily slip my helmet on. I took a look at myself in
the mirror before walking out of my room. Perfect.

I dropped downstairs in my normal fashion—over the banister—and sat next to Chelsea at the
counter. I looked at the clock—6:15—and contemplated leaving early to take a quick trip on my
bike through the woods.

“Don’t. Even. Think about it, Annie.” Alice’s stern voice emanated from behind me.

“Morning to you, too, Alice.” I half-smiled, swiveling around n my stool to face her, “Thanks for
getting my clothes together for me.”

“That is most definitely not an outfit meant for trekking through the woods on that bike of yours.”
She arched her left brow and glared at me. It was amazing how such a beautiful, tiny thing was
capable of being a big, scary monster sometimes.

“Fine. I’ll just go straight to school. How boring.”

“I like your outfit. Totally spells school spirit.” Chelsea was in too good a mood for 6:20 in the
morning.

“Thanks, Chels.” I noticed Mom was still in her bathrobe. “Aren’t you going to get ready for
school?”

“That’s what we needed to talk to you guys about. Dad and I are leaving this morning instead of
tonight so I won’t be at school with you.”

“Is everything ok…with grandma Sue?” Bryce asked—with obvious worry in his tone.

“It’s not looking too good. Seth and Leah think its best if we come sooner than later. We’re leaving
with your grandparents for the airport in an hour and a half.” Dad rested his hands on Mom’s
shoulders. “We’ll call you as soon as we land. Let you know what’s going on.”

“Yes, please do.” I barely managed to reply—the lump in my throat made it hard to speak.

“Now, in regards to the football game tonight,” Mom looked at me primarily, “Rose and Emmett
will be there to supervise. Please…please…don’t make us regret letting you go.”

“Mom, it’s a high school football game. What’s the worst that could happen?”

****

After everyone finished their breakfast and coffee, we all headed towards the door for school. I
picked up my backpack that had been newly decorated by Alice with and assortment of patches—
and rhinestones. I had to admit—it was pretty cute. Chelsea grabbed her plain backpack and
overnight bag as well.

“Bye mom, bye dad.” I hugged both of my parents. “I’ll miss you both. Give Grandma Sue a kiss
for me, okay?”

“Of course, honey. I love you,” Dad said to me, embracing me in another hug. “Be good – and
that goes for you two as well.” Dad pointed his finger in Aiden and Bryce’s direction.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bryce waved his hand through the air nonchalantly.
“I mean it,” Mom retorted. “Don’t give me a reason to take away your privileges. And absolutely
no phasing in the house. Alice and Esme just finished redecorating and I’m sure you don’t want to
be on their bad side—particularly hers.”

The boys, Chelsea and I all looked in Alice’s direction. Her face gave off a look that could kill—a
look that spoke for itself. She stood silently, tapping her pixie-sized foot against the new
hardwood floor.

“No, we don’t.” both of them shouted out immediately.

“That’s what I thought.” Alice responded before flitting out of the room.

“Ana, I don’t mean to interrupt—but if we don’t go now, we’re going to be late.” Chelsea said,
placing her hand on the doorknob.

“Have you forgotten already, beautiful? Aiden asked, linking his arm with hers, “Vampires?
Werewolves?”

“What he means is that we’re never late,” I smiled in her direction.

Chelsea immediately blushed, “Oh, right. I guess I’m just used to being late because of my dad.”

After everyone said their goodbyes, we all left for school. I strapped my helmet on—even though I
didn’t need it, but dad insisted that I should—and hopped on my bike. The boys decided they
were gonna take theirs out too—it had been a while since we all went riding together. Chelsea got
on the back of Aiden’s and wrapped her arms securely around his waist, and all of us took of
down the road.

“Race you!” I shouted to them with a smile.

“Oh, it’s on, sis!” Bryce said, making his bike roar.

“Chels, hold on tight!” Aiden warned her, taking off in the direction of the school.

****

“I’d rather be carried than go on that thing again!” Chelsea stumbled backwards off Aiden’s bike—
I managed to catch her before she landed on her rear.

“Riding a motorcycle is scarier than being carried around by a blood sucking vampire?” Her
reactions were so unpredictable—but entertaining nonetheless.

“It’s not really the bike—or your driving,” She leaned on Aiden for support, “It’s the other drivers
on the road. They’re the ones I’m afraid of.”

“Chels, you’re so adorable.” Aiden removed her helmet and kissed her forehead.

Nick was in the bed of his truck with his football friends. “Hey, Ana! Chelsea!”

“Oh, man, Ana! Nick is so into you. Do you like him?” Chelsea drilled me as we walked to his
truck.

“I dunno. I mean…he’s cute and all but I don’t really have a…connection with him.” Was that the
right word? I looked at his face—his brilliant smile, his deep, blue eyes—sure I was attracted to
him but thinking about it now, I couldn’t have a relationship with a guy like Nick. He was too—
popular—too noticeable. I had my family’s secret to protect first and foremost. I needed to get
through high school as inconspicuously as possible—which would definitely not be possible if I
started dating the star athlete at school. I wasn’t going to risk exposing my family to date the cute
jock.

“Well, even if you don’t like him, Nick’s a cool guy to have as a friend. Come on, let’s go say
hello.” Chelsea wriggled out from Aiden’s arm and dragged me to Nick’s truck.

There was ten minutes left before classes started. The parking lot was full of students dressed
head to toe in school colors.

“Morning! Where were you yesterday?”

“Oh, we ditched. It was nice out so we wanted to go hiking.”

“And your parents didn’t care?”

“Umm, well, they called in for us.”

“Wow. My parents freak out every time I miss school.”

“I think that’s awesome that you ride a bike.”

“Oh, thanks. My dad got it for me for my birthday.”

“That’s cool. I asked my parents for one and they told me I’d probably kill myself. You must have
the coolest parents ever”

“You have no idea.” I couldn’t imagine parents cooler than mine. A shape shifter and a vampire?
What’s cooler than that? I laughed quietly to myself.

Nick laughed, too—then changed the subject, “So, Aiden and Chelsea are dating now?”

“Yeah. Strange isn’t it?” I looked behind us. Chelsea was trying to convince Aiden to join the pep
squad—and become the only male member.

“That’s cool. She’s had a rough year—with Alex jacking her guy and all.”

Hmm. I had no idea what he was referring to. I would have to ask her about it later. A boy clad in
a St. Augustine letterman jacket bumped into me—before catching a football.

“Wow, they must take football seriously around here?”

“Well, there isn’t much else to do.” Nick hopped over the side of his truck landing next to me. “Are
you excited for the game tonight.”

“Sure. But nowhere near as excited as the rest of these people.” Students were running around
the parking lot carrying homemade signs and streaming blue and silver crepe around sign, trash
cans, cars—whatever was in sight.

“It can get a little crazy around here on Fridays.” A short girl with curly hair ran past us and threw
a plush football at Nick—blowing a kiss before running to the girl’s campus.

“I can see that.”

“Anyways, so after the game, we’re all going to party at Tristan’s house. It’s not far from here.
You’re invited to come.”
“Well, I’ll have to check with my brother—one of my other brothers. He’s coming to the game and
he might not want to go. His decision dictates whether I can go or not—seeing as how he’s my
ride and all.”

“Well, I hope he’s down to go. It’d be nice to hang out—outside of school.” He blushed as he
walked by my side. My hand grazed his and he caught it in his. He squeezed it lightly before
letting go, “Hey, well, I gotta go. See you at lunch.”

He didn’t look back. I didn’t want to break his heart—but I didn’t want to lead him on either. I
needed to figure out a way to let him down gently. Ugh. The thought of it put me in a bad mood for
the rest of the day.

****

The cool air chapped my face as I fought against the wind. It was a chilly New England day—
good thing I brought an extra coat. My resilience to the cold is less than that of my brothers. The
bell rang, signaling that it was time for class, so I picked up my pace and headed towards the
buildings that would keep me prisoner for the next seven and a half hours.

I walked as fast as I could to my locker to retrieve my books. I quickly turned the combination on
my lock and opened the door, exchanging my backpack and helmet for three books that were
needed for my first half of the day. I unzipped my coat and threw it in as well before I headed
swiftly down the hall towards my destination: homeroom. Once a week—on Fridays—first period
became a study hour to catch up on the past week’s work. There was no assigned seating so I
slid into an empty seat behind Charlotte. She was talking to a girl I had never noticed before—I’m
not surprised…I didn’t notice most people—”I wonder where Nessie is today.” Charlotte muttered
to the girl next to her.

“I don’t know. Don’t you find that whole family strange?” the girl she was talking to commented
back.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, there are so many kids. Did you know they’re all adopted? Ana was talking
about it at lunch the other day. I heard Brandi talking about them and she says that her mom says
that the kids are all together—like dating each other. Isn’t that like—totally illegal or something?”

I couldn’t take it anymore—I immediately cut her off, “You know something? It’s pretty rude to talk
about people behind their back, especially when they’re right behind of you.” She turned around
fully in her seat. She looked embarrassed—and petrified. The severity of my voice was probably
what scared her—I was really pissed. “Since you were wondering, I will tell you that Nessie and
some of my other siblings had to leave for a family emergency. And—yes, we might be weird and
different and if you don’t like it…” I glared at her friend—a snarl was building up in my chest just
waiting to be unleashed—”Then that’s your problem.”

“Care to share with the class, Miss Black?” Mr. Wurth called on me from the front of the room.

I sank low in my seat and answered, “No, sir.” Ugh, today was going to be a long day and even
longer until the game.