Hi. Before I post the Epilogue, I just want to thank all of you for being such wonderful and amazing people. I would not be where I am with this story, if I didn't have the reviews I got. SO thank you thank you. A nice ice cream cone for each and every one of you. To all of you who motioned that I write a sequel, I wish I could. I just have no idea where I would take it, and I have a feeling that it wouldn't be as popular as this one. But. I have a couple of ideas for another story. And I will be posting another one probably today or tomorrow.

Once again, thank you all. Here is the final chapter. It's not long, but it ties many strings that were left hanging at the end of the last chapter.


It is only her and I now. The beautiful, amazing, Isabella. She shares my last name, she shares my soul, and she shares my life. We will never be apart as long as this world exists.
She always seems to say that it was I who 'saved' her. If it means killing her by making her one like me, than I did the exact opposite.

"I would have died." She whispers to me. Her petite fingers press up against my longer ones. I didn't answer her, but draw her closer to my chest.

"I love you, my love." I whisper seductively in her ear. Her smile was timid, but sure.

"And love you, my husband."

"You are my life now."

Jacob sat on a large rock outside of the city. He stared solemnly at the pale night sky. The past few months had been an awakening for him. Alone. Yet for once he was not lonely. No. Just the opposite. He had felt complete. Full.

"What are you going to do now?" Sam asked him from where he stood nearby. Jacob looked up into his face and shook his head.

"Away. I want to find myself in someone else. I truly believed that it was Isabella." He took a breath. In a perfect world maybe. But I hurt her. I killed her, put her on the path to becoming one of THEM." Jacob hissed. "I don't know what—why—I would never have hurt her."

"You'll be fine."

"Not until the creature, who has taken over her body, is dead."

And now I have nothing to fear because I have Edward, his family, and my own. We will never be apart. They have welcomed me as one of them, and there is nothing I can be more grateful for.

I do not hate Jacob Black. I never could. He could not control himself, and hopefully he will be happy where ever he ends up. Because I love him.

My father knows my secret. It was strange for him at first, but he loves me. He knows me. It will be fine. My mother will find her heart in someone else. And if I were to tell her the story of what happened upon my arrival in London, she would have a mental destruction. I will not stop myself from seeing her, though. I love her.

To each, his heart may love the next as if there was never a break to begin with.