ead　of　myself。　Something　else　had　to　happen　first。

Jacob　dropped　my　hand　and　yelped。　Shaking　and　twitching；　he　fell　to　the　ground

at　my　feet。

〃Jacob！〃　I　screamed；　but　he　was　gone。

In　his　place　was　an　enormous；　red…brown　wolf　with　dark；　intelligent　eyes。

The　dream　veered　off　course；　like　a　train　jumping　the　tracks。

This　was　not　the　same　wolf　that　I'd　dreamed　of　in　another　life。　This　was　the

great　russet　wolf　I'd　stood

half　a　foot　from　in　the　meadow；　just　a　week　ago。　This　wolf　was　gigantic；

monstrous；　bigger　than　a　bear。

This　wolf　stared　intently　at　me；　trying　to　convey　something　vital　with　his

intelligent　eyes。　The　black…brown；

familiar　eyes　of　Jacob　Black。

I　woke　screaming　at　the　top　of　my　lungs。

I　almost　expected　Charlie　to　e　check　on　me　this　time。　This　wasn't　my　usual

screaming。　I　buried　my

head　in　my　pillow　and　tried　to　muffle　the　hysterics　that　my　screams　were

building　into。　J　pressed　the

cotton　tight　against　my　face；　wondering　if　I　couldn't　also　somehow　smother　the

connection　I'd　just　made。

But　Charlie　didn't　e　in。　and　eventually　I　was　able　to　strangle　the　strange

screeching　ing　out　of　my

throat。

I　remembered　it　all　now—every　word　that　Jacob　had　said　to　me　that　day　on　the

beach；　even　the　part

before　he　got　to　the　vampires；　the　〃cold　ones。〃　Especially　that　first　part。

〃Do　you　know　any　of　our　old　stories；　about　where　we　came　from—the　Quileutes；

I　mean？〃　he

asked。

〃Not　really；〃　I　admitted。

〃Well；　there　are　lots　of　legends；　some　of　them　claiming　to　date　back　to　the

Flood—supposedly；

the　ancient　Quileutes　tied　their　canoes　to　the　tops　of　the　tallest