Something came across Bella's face – the cub's face – in that flash of lightning and it must have shown, because The Wolf grumbled deep in its' throat and swung its' big head around in the direction she was looking. The look on her face must have been one of relief – or hope – and the image of fear slipped away.

The wind let up just a little bit, allowing the tips of the trees and the dancing bushes to settle, but the rain continued to fall – big, thick drops ...