Description
I've always been realistic about how my life would end, so the fact that I'm staring down a hunter who looks like he's about to kill me isn't exactly a shock. I'm not going to pretend I'm not scared, but I'm not going to pretend I regret anything, either. I've learned a lot in the last few months about how much you're willing to give up for the people you care about. If dying means the people I love are safe, then that's a fair trade. I came to Forks because I had to, and I didn't expect much. I definitely didn't expect my life to get so complicated or to find myself in this position. But I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. The hunter grins at me as he closes the distance between us. He thinks he has me all figured out. I may be a kid, but I'm not a victim. I'm ready. I'll fight.
Preface
