eps you sane, it's worth it. But 
I wish you could control the pessimism, Bella. It's so unnecessary." 

"Would you let Jasper go without you?" I demanded. 

Alice grimaced. "That's different." 

"Sure it is." 

"Go clean yourself up," she ordered me. "Charlie will be home in fifteen minutes, and if you 
look this ragged he's not going to want to let you out again." 

Wow, I'd really lost the whole day. It felt like such a waste. I was glad I wouldn't always 
have to squander my time with sleeping. 

I was entirely presentable when Charlie got home - fully dressed, hair decent, and in the 
kitchen putting his dinner on the table. Alice sat in Edward's usual place, and this seemed to 
make Charlie's day. 

"Howdy, Alice! How are you, hon?" 

 

"I'm fine, Charlie, thanks." 

"I see you finally made it out of bed, sleepyhead," he said to me as I sat beside him, before 
turning back to Alice. "Everyone's talking about that party your parents threw last night. I'll 
bet you've got one heck of a clean-up job ahead of you." 

Alice shrugged. Knowing her, it was already done. 

"It was worth it," she said. "It was a great party." 

"Where's Edward?" Charlie asked, a little grudgingly. "Is he helping clean up?" 

Alice sighed and her face turned tragic. It was probably an act, but it was too perfect for me 
to be positive. "No. He's off planning the weekend with Emmett and Carlisle." 

"Hiking again?" 

Alice nodded, her face suddenly forlorn. "Yes. They'reall going, except me. We always go 
backpacking at the end of the school year, sort of a celebration, but this year I decided I'd 
rather shop than hike, and not one of them will stay behind with me. I'm abandoned." 

Her face puckered, the expression so devastated that Charlie leaned toward her 
automatically, one hand reaching out, looking for some way to help. I glared at her 
suspiciously. What was she doing? 

"Alice, honey, why don't you come stay with us," Charlie offered. "I hate to think of you all 
alone in that big house." 

She sighed. Something squashed my foot under the table. 

"Ow!" I protested. 

Charlie turned to me. "What?" 

Alice shot me a frustrated look. I could tell she thought that I was very slow tonight. 

"Stubbed my toe," I muttered. 

"Oh." He looked back at Alice. "So, how 'bout it?" 

She stepped on my foot again, not quite so hard this time. 

"Er, Dad, you know, we don't really have the best accommodations here. I bet Alice doesn't 
want to sleep on my floor. . . ." 

Charlie pursed his lips. Alice pulled out the devastated expression again. 

"Maybe Bella should stay up there with you," he suggested. "Just until your folks get back." 

 

"Oh, would you, Bella?" Alice smiled at me radiantly. "You don't mind shopping with me, 
right?" 

"Sure," I agreed. "Shopping. Okay." 

"When are they leaving?" Charlie asked. 

Alice made another face. "Tomorrow." 

"When do you want me?" I asked. 

"After dinner, I guess," she said, and then put one finger to her chin, thoughtful. "You don't 
have anything going on Saturday, do you? I want to get out of town to shop, and it will be 
an all-day thing." 

"Not Seattle," Charlie interjected, his eyebrows pulling together. 

"Of course not," Alice agreed at once, though we both knew Seattle would be plenty safe on 
Saturday. "I was thinking Olympia, maybe. . . ." 

"You'll like that, Bella." Charlie was cheerful with relief. "Go get your fill of the city." 

"Yeah, Dad. It'll be great." 

With one easy conversation, Alice had cleared my schedule for the battle. 

Edward returned not much later. He accepted Charlie's wishes for a nice trip without 
surprise. He claimed they were leaving early in the morning, and said goodnight before the 
usual time. Alice left with him. 

I excused myself soon after they left. 

"You can't be tired," Charlie protested. 

"A little," I lied. 

"No wonder you like to skip the parties," he muttered. "It takes you so long to recover." 

Upstairs, Edward was lying across my bed. 

"What time are we meeting with the wolves?" I murmured as I went to join him. 

"In an hour." 

"That's good. Jake and his friends need to get some sleep." 

"They don't need as much as you do," he pointed out. 

I moved to another topic, assuming he was about to try to talk me into staying home. "Did 

 

Alice tell you that she's kidnapping me again?" 

He grinned. "Actually, she's not." 

I stared at him, confused, and he laughed quietly at my expression. 

"I'm the only one who has permission to hold you hostage, remember?" he said. "Alice is 
going hunting with the rest of them." He sighed. "I guess I don't need to do that now." 

"You'rekidnapping me?" 

He nodded. 

I thought about that briefly. No Charlie listening downstairs, checking on me every so often. 
And no houseful of wide-awake vampires with their intrusively sensitive hearing. . . . Just 
him and me - really alone. 

"Is that all right?" he asked, concerned by my silence. 

"Well . . . sure, except for one thing." 

"What thing?" His eyes were anxious. It was mind-boggling, but, somehow, he still seemed 
unsure of his hold on me. Maybe I needed to make myself more clear. 

"Why didn't Alice tell Charlie you were leavingtonight ?" I asked. 

He laughed, relieved. 

I enjoyed the trip to the clearing more than I had last night. I still felt guilty, still afraid, but I 
wasn't terrified anymore. I could function. I could see past what was coming, and almost 
believe that maybe itwould be okay. Edward was apparently fine with the idea of missing the 
fight . . . and that made it very hard not to believe him when he said this would be easy. He 
wouldn't leave his family if he didn't believe it himself. Maybe Alice was right, and I did 
worry too much. 

We got to the clearing last. 

Jasper and Emmett were already wrestling - just warming up from the sounds of their 
laughter. Alice and Rosalie lounged on the hard ground, watching. Esme and Carlisle were 
talking a few yards away, heads close together, fingers linked, not paying attention. 

It was much brighter tonight, the moon shining through the thin clouds, and I could easily 
see the three wolves that sat around the edge of the practice ring, spaced far apart to watch 
from different angles. 

It was also easy to recognize Jacob; I would have known him at once, even if he hadn't 
looked up and stared at the sound of our approach. 

 

"Where are the rest of the wolves?" I wondered. 

"They don't all need to be here. One would do the job, but Sam didn't trust us enough to just 
send Jacob, though Jacob was willing. Quil and Embry are his usual . . . I guess you could 
call them his wingmen." 

"Jacob trusts you." 

Edward nodded. "He trusts us not to try to kill him. That's about it, though." 

"Are you participating tonight?" I asked, hesitant. I knew this was going to be almost as hard 
for him as being left behind would have been for me. Maybe harder. 

"I'll help Jasper when he needs it. He wants to try some unequal groupings, teach them how 
to deal with multiple attackers." 

He shrugged. 

And a fresh wave of panic shattered my brief sense of confidence. 

They were still outnumbered. I was making that worse. 

I stared at the field, trying to hide my reaction. 

It was the wrong place to look, struggling as I was to lie to myself, to convince myself that 
everything would work out as I needed it to. Because when I forced my eyes away from the 
Cullens - away from the image of their play fighting that would be real and deadly in just a 
few days - Jacob caught my eyes and smiled. 

It was the same wolfy grin as before, his eyes scrunching the way they did when he was 
human. 

It was hard to believe that, not so long ago, I'd found the werewolves frightening - lost sleep 
to nightmares about them. 

I knew, without asking, which of the others was Embry and which was Quil. Because Embry 
was clearly the thinner gray wolf with the dark spots on his back, who sat so patiently 
watching, while Quil - deep chocolate brown, lighter over his face - twitched constantly, 
looking like he was dying to join in the mock fight. They weren't monsters, even like this. 
They were friends. 

Friends who didn't look nearly as indestructible as Emmett and Jasper did, moving faster 
than cobra strikes while the moonlight glinted off their granite-hard skin. Friends who didn't 
seem to understand the danger involved here. Friends who were still somewhat mortal, 
friends who could bleed, friends who could die. . . . 

Edward's confidence was reassuring, because it was plain that he wasn't truly worried about 

 

his family. But would it hurt him if something happened to the wolves? Was there any reason 
for him to be anxious, if that possibility didn't bother him? Edward's confidence only applied 
to one set of my fears. 

I tried to smile back at Jacob, swallowing against the lump in my throat. I didn't seem to get 
it right. 

Jacob sprang lightly to his feet, his agility at odds with his sheer mass, and trotted over to 
where Edward and I stood on the fringe of things. 

"Jacob," Edward greeted him politely. 

Jacob ignored him, his dark eyes on me. He put his head down to my level, as he had 
yesterday, cocking it to one side. A low whimper escaped his muzzle. 

"I'm fine," I answered, not needing the translation that Edward was about to give. "Just 
worried, you know." 

Jacob continued to stare at me. 

"He wants to know why," Edward murmured. 

Jacob growled - not a threatening sound, an annoyed sound - and Edward's lips twitched. 

"What?" I asked. 

"He thinks my translations leave something to be desired. What he actually thought was, 
'That's really stupid. What is there to be worried about?' I edited, because I thought it was 
