Prologue

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I thought the story was over.

There wasn't exactly a happy ending—not for everyone, at least—but things seemed to be resolved. How was I supposed to know there had never been a period at the end of the sentence but a frightening and dangerous ellipse?

Begging had not worked. As hard as I had tried, he still kissed me that morning before he left—not knowing if that was the last time. He kissed me goodbye without knowing the outcome of the fight. That morning, there was only one thing in his head, and as much as he said it was me, there was something much bigger than the two of us.

This time, I didn't know who the real target was. Were their sights still set on Bella? Or had their palate transformed to the taste of me? Would I live? Would she? Would Charlie have to bury one daughter, both, or none?

I feared that the moment I got to learn those answers, it would be too late. For whom? I didn't know.

Dark silver fur disappeared through the woods, and I watched our future slowly fade into the darkness of the trees. And after all was said and done, there was still a chance the eyes that were watching my sister, and I would find the right moment to strike.

Suddenly, somewhere deep in the forest, his wolf cried.  

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