Finally. Last one. It’ll all be over soon.
No longer just a nightmare, the line of black advanced on us through the icy mist stirred
up by their feet.We’re going to die, I thought in panic. I was desperate for the precious one I guarded, but even to think of that was a lapse in attention I could not afford.
They ghosted closer, their dark robes billowing slightly with the movement. I saw their hands curl into bone-colored claws. They drifted apart, angling to come at us from all sides. We were outnumbered. It was over.
And then, like a burst of light from a flash, the whole scene was different. Yet nothing changed—the Volturi still stalked toward us, poised to kill. All that really changed was how the picture looked to me. Suddenly, I was hungry for it. I wanted them to charge. The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched forward, a smile on my face, and a growl ripped through my bared teeth.
—Breaking Dawn Book Three Prologue
We get to relive the birthing from the last book, but from Bella’s perspective. She’s bewildered by the pain. So are we; we’d like it to end. Death? Kthxbai.
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