And then Seth's piercing howl broke the early morning quiet.

The glass wall was gone—it looked like metal now. And the furniture was all dragged out of the way,
withBella curled up awkwardly on a narrow bed in the center of the open space. Not a normal
bed—one with rails like in a hospital. Also like a hospital were the monitors strapped to her body, the
tubes stuck into her skin. The lights on the monitors flashed, but there was no sound. The dripping noise
was from the IV plugged into her arm—some fluid that was thick and white, not clear.

She choked a little in her uneasy sleep, and both Edward and Rosalie moved in to hover over her. Her
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jerked, and she whimpered. Rosalie smoothed her hand across Bella's forehead. Edward's body
stiffened—his back was to me, but his expression must have been something to see, because Emmett
wrenched himself between them before there was time to blink. He held his hands up to Edward.

"Not tonight, Edward. We've got other things to worry about."



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Edward turned away from them, and he was the burning man again. His eyes met mine for one moment,
and then I dropped back to all fours.

I ran back into the dark forest, running to join Seth, running away from what was behind me.

Worse. Yes, she was worse.

12. SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T GRASP THE CONCEPT OF "UNWELCOME"

I was right on the edge of sleep.

The sun had risen behind the clouds an hour ago—the forest was gray now instead of black. Seth'd
curled up and passed out around one, and I'd woken him at dawn to trade off. Even after running all
night, I was having a hard time making my brain shut up long enough to fall asleep, but Seth's rhythmic
run was helping. One, two-three, four, one, two-three, four— dum dum-dum dam—dull paw thuds
against the damp earth, over and over as he made the wide circuit surrounding the Cullens' land. We
were already wearing a trail into the ground. Seth's thoughts were empty, just a blur of green and gray as Rosetta Stone Chinese

the woods flew past him. It was restful. It helped to fill my head with what he saw rather than letting my
own images take center stage.

And then Seth's piercing howl broke the early morning quiet.