'I watched Riley's back as he took off. I knew he was lying. Diego couldn't have been here; there wasn't even a trace of his scent.'        Yeeesss, little Bree, that is right.  Do not hear the evil figurehead.        :)

  'The next second I stopped short, my feet making a divot in the dirt as I whirled round in time to see a large, sandy brown shape spring through the trees.'        Sandy brown?  Seth?  Man, talk about luck!  If it was Paul, he would shred her with whimpers and all.  In fact, probably any of the other Wolves.  Maybe.

  So, Bree escaped the pyre, and now is facing the Cullens.  That is a talk I want to see.          :)

Author's Response:

Thanks for taking the time to comment on my fic.  The meeting with the Cullens is up next.