JACOB BLACK:

Sigh. For weeks I’ve running aimlessly to get away from the pain and misery of being Jacob Black. I never asked for any of this, to be a werewolf, to fall in love and have my best friend turn into my worst enemy. When thoughts of Bella crossed my mind, I felt an immediate stab of pain through my heart. How would it feel to see her after her change? Would I want to rip out her throat? Or, would she be the same old Bella? No… no chance of that. She would be an empty shell, a reminder of what used to be, and can never be.

I was tired of having my “brothers” know all the thoughts and pain I was going through, one of the worse burdens of being a werewolf. I was tired of their constant worry as if I couldn’t handle it myself. Becoming a wolf would distract me from the full force of the pain that I know I cannot handle.

So that leaves me here, running away from who I was… Now to start over, a new life, with no pain, never being able to forget the past but in the hopes of being able to move on.

KIMI WHITE:

“Kimi?”

“I’m coming grandmother.”

As long as I can remember, I knew what I was meant to be. A healer. It ran in my blood from generations past and I know that it is my purpose. My grandmother has been teaching me since the death of my mother.

My father is the respected leader of our Haisla Tribe, a revered man. Because of his status, my relationship with him isn’t like most other daughters in the tribe. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, in fact, he would try to meet me as much as he could but the tribe and their well being were his first priority. When I was younger, I used to resent this, trying to find every possible way to meet him. But now, I’ve grown comfortable, if not, content. Over the years, my grandparents were my source of affection.

Learning to become a healer was extensive work, but it was my duty and passion to learn. After all, my grandmother was the tribe healer, and then it was my mother. Because she is not here, I took her place.