Rosalie's POV
The shrieks, the hisses, and the rogues' appalling laughter, all the memories with a bloody tinge kept coming back to my mind.
I fell into a cycle of being rejected by Edmund, being attacked by rogues, losing my most important loved ones, being abused by the Dark Moon werewolves, and then again, as if I would never wake up.
It's cold... As cold as I was in the prison of the Dark Moon Pack. I tried to reach out and wrap my arms around myself, but my limbs seemed to be clamped down, unable to move, forced to accept the bone-eating chill.
Endless despair dragged me into the abyss, pain, helplessness, grief, anger, countless negative emotions filled my heart.
I couldn't let myself go on like this, my mind told me, or I would literally fall apart.
But I couldn't help it. The
