I’ve never believed in the supernatural. Ghosts, werewolves, vampires, zombies all make for good television. But none of it is real life. 

My dad always said I was an old soul. Until I turned twelve and had a lapse in judgment, becoming friends with a couple of Twihards—girls who are obsessed with vampire books and want to die by being bitten. I secretly read the book series too, but I was always team Jacob. 

I’ve spent the better half of my life on a mission to become a biochemist and had no room for fluff or love triangles. My long-term goal is to find a cure for breast cancer, so that no one else will have to lose their mother at fourteen—like I did. 

So, when I finally found a grad school that met the criteria I was looking for, I immediately applied and got in... just to get kicked off the campus tour for mocking their belief in an absurd legend. I rang a bell, big freaking deal. 

Little did I know that that bell would alter the course of my life forever. My name is Ezlynn Mitchell, and this is the story of how one bad decision made me believe in the supernatural and love.