How did you find... ?

"Then is this thing not the first of its kind?" Edward asked, anticipating my question. "Maybe. It's all very
sketchy. The myths could easily be the products of fear and imagination. Though .. ."—he
hesitated—"your myths are true, are they not? Perhaps these are, too. They do seem to be localized,
linked___"

"How did you find... ?"

"There was a woman we encountered in South America. She'd been raised in the traditions of her
people. She'd heard warnings about such creatures, old stories that had been passed down."

"What were the warnings?" I whispered.


"That the creature must be killed immediately. Before it could gain too much strength."

Just like Sam thought. Was he right?

"Of course, their legends say the same of us. That we must be destroyed. That we are soulless
murderers."

Two for two.

Edward laughed one hard chuckle.

"What did their stories say about the... mothers?"

Agony ripped across his face, and, as I flinched away from his pain, I knew he wasn't going to give me
an answer. I doubted he could talk.

tt was Rosalie—who'd been so still and quiet since Bella'd fallen asleep that I'd nearly forgotten
her—who answered.