Jessica was tired of fighting fate. Not only had some really weird stuff been going on the past few months, but now she found herself crawling out of Jacob's bed. She hated the guy. Well, okay, she'd avoided the guy. Sure, she'd fantasized about him most of her life, but that didn't mean she couldn't fight the attraction. Something was coming and everyone in town felt it, not just the chosen group she'd found herself in the last few months. And, if her being with Jacob was fated, she was determined to fight it for as long as she could, because she knew what was coming, even when no one else did.