Truly, I was not thirsty, but I decided to hunt again that night. A small ounce of prevention, inadequate though I knew it to be.
Carlisle came with me; we hadn't been alone together since I'd returned from Denali. As we ran through the black forest, I heard him thinking about the hasty goodbye last week.
In his memory, I saw the way my features had been twisted in fierce despari. I felt his surprise and sudden worry.
"Edward?"
"I have to go, Carlisle. I have to go now."
"What's happened?"
"Nothing. Yet. But it will, if I stay"