I do not own the host, it belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Prologue

Ian

Even before I opened my eyes, I knew. Ignoring the sudden shot of panic that caused my breathing to rise and fall raggedly, I searched frantically in the darkness. My hands groped at empty sheets.

Empty.

The cave door hit the ground with a deafening bang. It was already metres behind me as I ran headlong down the dark corridor, loud sobs bursting from my lungs along the way.