Titus walked through the forest that surrounded the small town of Forks, his nostrils flaring as he took in the smells of the forest. Among the usual scents of the forest-trees and dirt and animals and the like-he could smell the one scent he dreaded, the sickly sweet scent of vampires. An unusually large amount of Vampires at that.
That left the werewolf unsure of what to do. There was always the chance that vampires in the town might turn him in to the Volturi-or they might leave him be. But he was already here, and he wanted to rest a while. He decided to continue on, moving on through the forest towards the town.
