I began gathering my things up to head to my next class. Just as I was about to leave the room I had eaten my lunch in I froze, my hand in mid-reach for the door knob. The bracelet I had gotten from Jacob was missing, it had fallen off.
I closed my eyes, my heart starting to pick up in its beat. It was now as fast, if not faster then the heart beat of a humming bird. This wasn't good.
The bracelet wasn't any ordinary bracelet but a Quileute version of promise ring. The bracelet itself takes over a month to make as it was normally hand made by the male. The bracelet itself was supposed to be tied on by the male and never removed. The legends goes that if the bracelet falls off it was bad luck for the imprintee. There was only ever one case in Quileute history where the bracelet fell off t
