Preface

 Do you remember that song that you used to sing as a kid, the one that goes, "Rain, rain go away, come again another day?" I do. Hell, I sang it for several weeks every night after I moved. But now I honestly think I could never live without the rain. It’s become such a big part of my life. Which could be coming to an end within minutes.

I ran through the woods, racing to be by the side of the one I loved, but also to a place where death was almost a certainty. But I needed to be there. I wasn’t just going to stand by; I could help and I was going to.

I slowed my pace as I drew closer and prepared myself for what was to come.

The howls of wolves ripped through the air…

Chapter One

So this was Forks. This tiny, rain drenched town would be my new place of living until I came of age and could move out on my own. What had my grandparents been thinking? When they had told me that they were retiring I had been all excited about moving to somewhere warm like Texas or Florida. But no; we moved to the rainy place of Gram’s birth. If I had been thinking my grandparents were insane before, I was definitely thinking it now.

I sighed inwardly and leaned my head against the cool glass of the car window. Sitting in the front seats were Gram and Gramps, chatting quietly. Outside the car it was pouring, the rain falling down in sheets. I had nothing against the rain, but I just preferred clear skies. And the sky was currently a dark, steel grey. We definitely weren’t in Kansas anymore.

"We’re getting close, hun." Gram spoke to me.

"Huh? Oh," I glanced around at her and nodded. "Okay." And sure enough, a minute or two later I could just barely make out the sign that welcomed us to this rain-sodden place. A few more minutes passed and then the car was turning of down a smaller, one-way street lined with houses.

About half way down the street Gramps slowed the car and pulled into a driveway. I stared out through the pouring rain, squinting to get a look at the new house. From what I could see it looked like a two-story white clap board house with a wrap-around porch. Nice enough, I guess. I knew the inside would already be decorated since the movers and designers that Gram and Gramps had hired had gotten here ahead of us, but I felt no urge to get out and go see it. In reality, I wanted to turn the car around and drive right back to Kansas. Although I don’t think Gram and Gramps would appreciate that.