to　keep　it　from　exploding。

A　small；　dry　voice　in　the　back　of　my　mind　asked　me　what　the　big　deal　was。

Hadn't　I　already　accepted

the　existence　of　vampires　long　ago—and　without　all　the　hysterics　that　time？

Exactly；　I　wanted　to　scream　back　at　the　voice。　Wasn't　one　myth　enough　for

anyone；　enough　for　a

lifetime？

Besides；　there'd　never　been　one　moment　that　I　wasn't　pletely　aware　that

Edward　Cullen　was　above

and　beyond　the　ordinary。　It　wasn't　such　a　surprise　to　find　out　what　he　was—

because　he　so　obviously

was　something。

But　Jacob？　Jacob；　who　was　just　Jacob；　and　nothing　more　than　that？　Jacob；　my

friend？　Jacob；　the　only

human　I'd　ever　been　able　to　relate　to

And　he　wasn't　even　human。

I　fought　the　urge　to　scream　again。

What　did　this　say　about　me？

I　knew　the　answer　to　that　one。　It　said　that　there　was　something　deeply　wrong

with　me。　Why　else　would

my　life　be　filled　with　characters　from　horror　movies？　Why　else　would　I　care　so

much　about　them　that　it

would　tear　big　chunks　right　out　of　my　chest　when　they　went　off　along　their

mythical　ways？

In　my　head；　everything　spun　and　shifted；　rearranging　so　that　things　that　had

meant　one　thing　before；　now

meant　something　else。

There　was　no　cult。　There　had　never　been　a　cult；　never　been　a　gang。　No；　it　was

much　worse　than　that。　It

was　a　pack。

A　pack　of　five　mind…blowingly　gigantic；　multihued　werewolves　that　had　stalked

right　past　me　in　Edward's

meadow

Suddenly；　I　was　in　a　frantic　hurry。　I　glanced　at　the　clock—it　was　way　too

early　and　I　didn't　care。　I　had　to

go　to　La　Push　now。　I　had　to　see　Jacob　so　he　could　tel