Sara's pov
The cool, crisp air cuddled me from all sides, giving me comfort while the hundreds of eyes stared at me gawping and bowing. I did not know the way of wolves. I am sure they take this kind of attention as a compliment on their first shift, but it just left me feeling vulnerable, as though I was sitting here naked and vulnerable. The night moon was shining down on me, casting a red light over my new white fur. Panic was rising, covering me whole, as if I had been immersed in deep waters, fighting to reach the surface, yet never moving, unable to breathe. My eyes flew between Edward and Vincent, praying they could sense my needs. Help me! I wanted to scream at them. I had no idea how to do this, no idea how to become me again. Vincent was preoccupied, having set his eyes upon Add
