16

I stood there for a minute, trying to calm myself in a way that did not require smashing everything that came into my sight.

But I did not think it was working.

I stormed forward, and took a high jump to grab the windowsill of Bella's room. My hands kept my body afloat, dangling over the one story house. I did not want to make a sound.

With nothing more than a whispering slither, I hitched my body up and entered her room through the window. I had expected her to be on alert. My scent should have made her aware of my arrival. She was a werewolf after all, her senses are far higher than a human, just like me.

But what I saw was not what I had prepared for all along. There she was sleeping on the small bed, in her shorts and a loose t shirt, her legs tucked up to her tummy and hands beneath her head being used as a pillow.

Vulnerable and innocent, that is how she slept.

At first glance she looked like she had just dropped out of the sk