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The first thing I noticed when we got home was the broken door. It wasn't just slightly ajar or kicked in; the heavy oak door had been entirely ripped from its frame. It lay twisted and useless, not resting, but thrown into the garden bushes beside the entrance, leaving a raw, gaping cavity where safety used to be. The doorjamb was splintered and hanging loose, exposing the guts of the wall. I could see directly into our house, into the familiar, brightly decorated hallway that now looked like the entrance to a disaster zone. The sight was immediate, violent confirmation that the storm my mother had warned me about had already passed through. Ethan slammed on the brakes, sending the car sliding sideways on the gravel drive, and Olivia gasped sharply from the back. But I was already moving, propelled by a cold, searing certainty. Before the car had even fully stopped, I threw my door open and rushed outside, my feet hitting the ground running. My mind was screaming, a high-pitched, un

“What the fuck are you both doing?” The words ripped out of my throat, raw and burning, but neither of them even blinked. My heart slammed against my ribs like something trapped, my breath coming in short useless gasps that did nothing for the thick fog in my head. My parents were dead. They were lying in that room, murdered in cold blood, their blood soaking into the floor, and the best these two could come up with was to abandon them? Just turn around and run? It was insane. Complete madness. I was panting, yelling at the top of my lungs, throwing every bit of horror and fury I had at their faces, but they didn’t slow down. Their feet kept moving toward the exit, pulling me along like my voice was just background noise. And then there was Olivia. I couldn’t stop staring at her hand locked around my upper arm. Her grip felt wrong. Unnatural. Olivia was small, thin, the kind of person who usually struggled with a heavy bag of groceries up the stairs. Right now her fingers dug int

Ethan did not answer. He looked up at the mirror. His face went completely pale. His teeth ground together so hard I could hear it over the engine. He did not look surprised. He looked terrified, eyes wide with a deep dread that sent fresh cold panic down my spine. Olivia spun around in her seat. Her hand dropped to the door handle as she stared out the rear window. Her posture was no longer that of a scared girl. It was ready, muscles tight like a spring about to snap. “They found us,” she said, voice flat and cold, nothing like the soft tone she had used on me earlier. “How?” Ethan barked. His knuckles turned completely white as he slammed the gas to the floor. The engine screamed as we shot forward into the black night. “There’s no way they tracked us this fast! We took the back routes!” “It doesn’t matter how!” Olivia yelled back, eyes locked on whatever was chasing us. “Just drive, Ethan! Don’t let them hit us again!” My heart beat so fast I thought it would burst. I scrambl

Am I dreaming again? The question wouldn’t leave me alone. It kept digging at the back of my head. Will I wake up and find out none of this is real? I had always hated these dreams. I hated them because I never understood them. Every time I woke up sweating and out of breath, I felt like someone else, like a stranger stuck in my own body carrying some terrifying secret I couldn’t figure out. But right now, sitting in the back of this wrecked car with cold air blowing through the open door, I wished so hard it was just another nightmare. I wanted it to be a mean trick my brain was playing while I slept, something that would disappear the second my alarm went off and leave me safe in my bed with morning light on the floor. I wanted to open my eyes and hear my mom in the kitchen, to feel the boring, normal comfort of an ordinary day. But it wasn’t a dream. To prove me wrong, the world broke right in front of me.

I tried to reach inside myself. I tried to find some hidden spark of power, some rush of adrenaline or wild instinct that would break my bones and turn me into something strong enough to fight. I begged my body to change. I begged whatever was inside me to wake up. The moment I thought that, as if she could actually hear the desperate thoughts racing through my head, Olivia did something amazing. She was locked in a hard fight with one of the ugly wolves, its jaws snapping inches from her throat. With a sudden burst of strength she twisted, caught the beast under its shoulders, and threw the heavy wolf clean off her. The creature flew through the air and crashed hard against the ground several feet away. In that tiny second of freedom, before another attacker could close in, Olivia turned her big wolf head straight toward me. Her yellow eyes locked onto mine, burning with a force that cut right through my panic. Bella, run!