The Twilight Saga Collection

by Stephenie Meyer

  “Carlisle’s right.” Jasper spoke only to us; he seemed to be trying to ignore the audience behind him. “They’ll fight like children. The two most important things you’ll need to remember are, first, don’t let them get their arms around you and, second, don’t go for the obvious kill. That’s all they’ll be prepared for. As long as you come at them from the side and keep moving, they’ll be too confused to respond effectively. Emmett?”

  Emmett stepped out of the line with a huge smile.

  Jasper backed toward the north end of the opening between the allied enemies. He waved Emmett forward.

  “Okay, Emmett first. He’s the best example of a newborn attack.”

  Emmett’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll try not to break anything,” he muttered.

  Jasper grinned. “What I meant is that Emmett relies on his strength. He’s very straightforward about the attack. The newborns won’t be trying anything subtle, either. Just go for the easy kill, Emmett.”

  Jasper backed up a few more paces, his body tensing.

  “Okay, Emmett — try to catch me.”

  And I couldn’t see Jasper anymore — he was a blur as Emmett charged him like a bear, grinning while he snarled. Emmett was impossibly quick, too, but not like Jasper. It looked like Jasper had no more substance than a ghost — any time it seemed Emmett’s big hands had him for sure, Emmett’s fingers clenched around nothing but the air. Beside me, Edward leaned forward intently, his eyes locked on the brawl. Then Emmett froze.

  Jasper had him from behind, his teeth an inch from his throat.

  Emmett cussed.

  There was a muttered rumble of appreciation from the watching wolves.

  “Again,” Emmett insisted, his smile gone.

  “It’s my turn,” Edward protested. My fingers tensed around his.

  “In a minute.” Jasper grinned, stepping back. “I want to show Bella something first.”

  I watched with anxious eyes as he waved Alice forward.

  “I know you worry about her,” he explained to me as she danced blithely into the ring. “I want to show you why that’s not necessary.”

  Though I knew that Jasper would never allow any harm to come to Alice, it was still hard to watch as he sank back into a crouch facing her. Alice stood motionlessly, looking tiny as a doll after Emmett, smiling to herself. Jasper shifted forward, then slinked to her left.

  Alice closed her eyes.

  My heart thumped unevenly as Jasper stalked toward where Alice stood.

  Jasper sprang, disappearing. Suddenly he was on the other side of Alice. She didn’t appear to have moved.

  Jasper wheeled and launched himself at her again, only to land in a crouch behind her like the first time; all the while Alice stood smiling with her eyes closed.

  I watched Alice more carefully now.

  She was moving — I’d just been missing it, distracted by Jasper’s attacks. She took a small step forward at the exact second that Jasper’s body flew through the spot where she’d just been standing. She took another step, while Jasper’s grasping hands whistled past where her waist had been.

  Jasper closed in, and Alice began to move faster. She was dancing — spiraling and twisting and curling in on herself. Jasper was her partner, lunging, reaching through her graceful patterns, never touching her, like every movement was choreographed. Finally, Alice laughed.

  Out of nowhere she was perched on Jasper’s back, her lips at his neck.

  “Gotcha,” she said, and kissed his throat.

  Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. “You truly are one frightening little monster.”

  The wolves muttered again. This time the sound was wary.

  “It’s good for them to learn some respect,” Edward murmured, amused. Then he spoke louder. “My turn.”

  He squeezed my hand before he let it go.

  Alice came to take his place beside me. “Cool, huh?” she asked me smugly.

  “Very,” I agreed, not looking away from Edward as he glided noiselessly toward Jasper, his movements lithe and watchful as a jungle cat.

  “I’ve got my eye on you, Bella,” she whispered suddenly, her voice pitched so low that I could barely hear, though her lips were at my ear.

  My gaze flickered to her face and then back to Edward. He was intent on Jasper, both of them feinting as he closed the distance.

  Alice’s expression was full of reproach.

  “I’ll warn him if your plans get any more defined,” she threatened in the same low murmur. “It doesn’t help anything for you to put yourself in danger. Do you think either of them would give up if you died? They’d still fight, we all would. You can’t change anything, so just be good, okay?”

  I grimaced, trying to ignore her.

  “I’m watching,” she repeated.

  Edward had closed on Jasper now, and this fight was more even than either of the others. Jasper had the century of experience to guide him, and he tried to go on instinct alone as much as he could, but his thoughts always gave him away a fraction of a second before he acted. Edward was slightly faster, but the moves Jasper used were unfamiliar to him. They came at each other again and again, neither one able to gain the advantage, instinctive snarls erupting constantly. It was hard to watch, but harder to look away. They moved too fast for me to really understand what they were doing. Now and then the sharp eyes of the wolves would catch my attention. I had a feeling the wolves were getting more out of this than I was — maybe more than they should.

  Eventually, Carlisle cleared his throat.

  Jasper laughed, and took a step back. Edward straightened up and grinned at him.

  “Back to work,” Jasper consented. “We’ll call it a draw.”

  Everyone took turns, Carlisle, then Rosalie, Esme, and Emmett again. I squinted through my lashes, cringing as Jasper attacked Esme. That one was the hardest to watch. Then he slowed down, still not quite enough for me to understand his motions, and gave more instruction.

  “You see what I’m doing here?” he would ask. “Yes, just like that,” he encouraged. “Concentrate on the sides. Don’t forget where their target will be. Keep moving.”

  Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn’t see.

  It got more difficult to follow as my eyes got heavier. I hadn’t been sleeping well lately, anyway, and it was approaching a solid twenty-four hours since the last time I’d slept. I leaned against Edward’s side, and let my eyelids droop.

  “We’re about finished,” he whispered.

  Jasper confirmed that, turning toward the wolves for the first time, his expression uncomfortable again. “We’ll be doing this tomorrow. Please feel welcome to observe again.”

  “Yes,” Edward answered in Sam’s cool voice. “We’ll be here.”

  Then Edward sighed, patted my arm, and stepped away from me. He turned to his family.

  “The pack thinks it would be helpful to be familiar with each of our scents — so they don’t make mistakes later. If we could hold very still, it will make it easier for them.”

  “Certainly,” Carlisle said to Sam. “Whatever you need.”

  There was a gloomy, throaty grumble from the wolf pack as they all rose to their feet.

  My eyes were wide again, exhaustion forgotten.

  The deep black of the night was just beginning to fade — the sun brightening the clouds, though it hadn’t cleared the horizon yet, far away on the other side of the mountains. As they approached, it was suddenly possible to make out shapes . . . colors.

  Sam was in the lead, of course. Unbelievably huge, black as midnight, a monster straight out of my nightmares — literally; after the first time I’d seen Sam and the others in the meadow, they’d starred in my bad dreams more than once.

  Now that I could see them all, match the vastness with each pair of eyes, it looked like more than ten. The pack was overwhelming.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Edward was watching me, carefully evaluating my reaction.
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  Sam approached Carlisle where he stood in the front, the huge pack right on his tail. Jasper stiffened, but Emmett, on the other side of Carlisle, was grinning and relaxed.

  Sam sniffed at Carlisle, seeming to wince slightly as he did. Then he moved on to Jasper.

  My eyes ran down the wary brace of wolves. I was sure I could pick out a few of the new additions. There was a light gray wolf that was much smaller than the others, the hackles on the back of his neck raised in distaste. There was another, the color of desert sand, who seemed gangly and uncoordinated beside the rest. A low whine broke through the sandy wolf’s control when Sam’s advance left him isolated between Carlisle and Jasper.

  I stopped at the wolf just behind Sam. His fur was reddish-brown and longer than the others, shaggy in comparison. He was almost as tall as Sam, the second largest in the group. His stance was casual, somehow exuding nonchalance over what the rest obviously considered an ordeal.

  The enormous russet-colored wolf seemed to feel my gaze, and he looked up at me with familiar black eyes.

  I stared back at him, trying to believe what I already knew. I could feel the wonder and fascination on my face.

  The wolf’s muzzle fell open, pulling back over his teeth. It would have been a frightening expression, except that his tongue lolled out the side in a wolfy grin.

  I giggled.

  Jacob’s grin widened over his sharp teeth. He left his place in line, ignoring the eyes of his pack as they followed him. He trotted past Edward and Alice to stand not two feet away from me. He stopped there, his gaze flickering briefly toward Edward.

  Edward stood motionless, a statue, his eyes still assessing my reaction.

  Jacob crouched down on his front legs and dropped his head so that his face was no higher than mine, staring at me, measuring my response just as much as Edward was.

  “Jacob?” I breathed.

  The answering rumble deep in his chest sounded like a chuckle.

  I reached my hand out, my fingers trembling slightly, and touched the red-brown fur on the side of his face.

  The black eyes closed, and Jacob leaned his huge head into my hand. A thrumming hum resonated in this throat.

  The fur was both soft and rough, and warm against my skin. I ran my fingers through it curiously, learning the texture, stroking his neck where the color deepened. I hadn’t realized how close I’d gotten; without warning, Jacob suddenly licked my face from chin to hairline.

  “Ew! Gross, Jake!” I complained, jumping back and smacking at him, just as I would have if he were human. He dodged out of the way, and the coughing bark that came through his teeth was obviously laughter.

  I wiped my face on the sleeve of my shirt, unable to keep from laughing with him.

  It was at that point that I realized that everyone was watching us, the Cullens and the werewolves — the Cullens with perplexed and somewhat disgusted expressions. It was hard to read the wolves’ faces. I thought Sam looked unhappy.

  And then there was Edward, on edge and clearly disappointed. I realized he’d been hoping for a different reaction from me. Like screaming and running away in terror.

  Jacob made the laughing sound again.

  The other wolves were backing away now, not taking their eyes off the Cullens as they departed. Jacob stood by my side, watching them go. Soon, they disappeared into the murky forest. Only two hesitated by the trees, watching Jacob, their postures radiating anxiety.

  Edward sighed, and — ignoring Jacob — came to stand on my other side, taking my hand.

  “Ready to go?” he asked me.

  Before I could answer, he was staring over me at Jacob.

  “I’ve not quite figured out all the details yet,” he said, answering a question in Jacob’s thoughts.

  The Jacob-wolf grumbled sullenly.

  “It’s more complicated than that,” Edward said. “Don’t concern yourself; I’ll make sure it’s safe.”

  “What are you talking about?” I demanded.

  “Just discussing strategy,” Edward said.

  Jacob’s head swiveled back and forth, looking at our faces. Then, suddenly, he bolted for the forest. As he darted away, I noticed for the first time a square of folded black fabric secured to his back leg.

  “Wait,” I called, one hand stretching out automatically to reach after him. But he disappeared into the trees in seconds, the other two wolves following.

  “Why did he leave?” I asked, hurt.

  “He’s coming back,” Edward said. He sighed. “He wants to be able to talk for himself.”

  I watched the edge of the forest where Jacob had vanished, leaning into Edward’s side again. I was on the point of collapse, but I was fighting it.

  Jacob loped back into view, on two legs this time. His broad chest was bare, his hair tangled and shaggy. He wore only a pair of black sweat pants, his feet bare to the cold ground. He was alone now, but I suspected that his friends lingered in the trees, invisible.

  It didn’t take him long to cross the field, though he gave a wide berth to the Cullens, who stood talking quietly in a loose circle.

  “Okay, bloodsucker,” Jacob said when he was a few feet from us, evidently continuing the conversation I’d missed. “What’s so complicated about it?”

  “I have to consider every possibility,” Edward said, unruffled. “What if someone gets by you?”

  Jacob snorted at that idea. “Okay, so leave her on the reservation. We’re making Collin and Brady stay behind anyway. She’ll be safe there.”

  I scowled. “Are you talking about me?”

  “I just want to know what he plans to do with you during the fight,” Jacob explained.

  “Do with me?”

  “You can’t stay in Forks, Bella.” Edward’s voice was pacifying. “They know where to look for you there. What if someone slipped by us?”

  My stomach dropped and the blood drained from my face. “Charlie?” I gasped.

  “He’ll be with Billy,” Jacob assured me quickly. “If my dad has to commit a murder to get him there, he’ll do it. Probably it won’t take that much. It’s this Saturday, right? There’s a game.”

  “This Saturday?” I asked, my head spinning. I was too lightheaded to control my wildly random thoughts. I frowned at Edward. “Well, crap! There goes your graduation present.”

  Edward laughed. “It’s the thought that counts,” he reminded me. “You can give the tickets to someone else.”

  Inspiration came swiftly. “Angela and Ben,” I decided at once. “At least that will get them out of town.”

  He touched my cheek. “You can’t evacuate everyone,” he said in a gentle voice. “Hiding you is just a precaution. I told you — we’ll have no problem now. There won’t be enough of them to keep us entertained.”

  “But what about keeping her in La Push?” Jacob interjected, impatient.

  “She’s been back and forth too much,” Edward said. “She’s left trails all over the place. Alice only sees very young vampires coming on the hunt, but obviously someone created them. There is someone more experienced behind this. Whoever he” — Edward paused to look at me — “or she is, this could all be a distraction. Alice will see if he decides to look himself, but we could be very busy at the time that decision is made. Maybe someone is counting on that. I can’t leave her somewhere she’s been frequently. She has to be hard to find, just in case. It’s a very long shot, but I’m not taking chances.”

  I stared at Edward as he explained, my forehead creasing. He patted my arm.

  “Just being overcautious,” he promised.

  Jacob gestured to the deep forest east of us, to the vast expanse of the Olympic Mountains.

  “So hide her here,” he suggested. “There’s a million possibilities — places either one of us could be in just a few minutes if there’s a need.”

  Edward shook his head. “Her scent is too strong and, combined with mine, especially distinct. Even if I carried her, it would leave a trail. Our trace is all o
ver the range, but in conjunction with Bella’s scent, it would catch their attention. We’re not sure exactly which path they’ll take, because they don’t know yet. If they crossed her scent before they found us . . .”

  Both of them grimaced at the same time, their eyebrows pulling together.

  “You see the difficulties.”

  “There has to be a way to make it work,” Jacob muttered. He glared toward the forest, pursing his lips.

  I swayed on my feet. Edward put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer and supporting my weight.

  “I need to get you home — you’re exhausted. And Charlie will be waking up soon. . . .”

  “Wait a sec,” Jacob said, wheeling back to us, his eyes bright. “My scent disgusts you, right?”

  “Hmm, not bad.” Edward was two steps ahead. “It’s possible.” He turned toward his family. “Jasper?” he called.

  Jasper looked up curiously. He walked over with Alice a half step behind. Her face was frustrated again.

  “Okay, Jacob.” Edward nodded at him.

  Jacob turned toward me with a strange mixture of emotion on his face. He was clearly excited by whatever this new plan of his was, but he was also still uneasy so close to his enemy allies. And then it was my turn to be wary as he held his arms out toward me.

  Edward took a deep breath.

  “We’re going to see if I can confuse the scent enough to hide your trail,” Jacob explained.

  I stared at his open arms suspiciously.

  “You’re going to have to let him carry you, Bella,” Edward told me. His voice was calm, but I could hear the subdued distaste.

  I frowned.

  Jacob rolled his eyes, impatient, and reached down to yank me up into his arms.

  “Don’t be such a baby,” he muttered.

  But his eyes flickered to Edward, just like mine did. Edward’s face was composed and smooth. He spoke to Jasper.

  “Bella’s scent is so much more potent to me — I thought it would be a fairer test if someone else tried.”

  Jacob turned away from them and paced swiftly into the woods. I didn’t say anything as the dark closed around us. I was pouting, uncomfortable in Jacob’s arms. It felt too intimate to me — surely he didn’t need to hold me quite so tightly — and I couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like to him. It reminded me of my last afternoon in La Push, and I didn’t want to think about that. I folded my arms, annoyed when the brace on my hand intensified the memory.