Prologue

As I began walking to the edge I saw a trail of flame enclose Edward in a wide circle. With him was a vampire wielding a whip of fire. The ground began to tremble and split open at odd points, and it was now our vampires that were screaming and pulsing with fear. Benjamin…The Egyptian coven had aligned with them, and my husband, who had no defensive power, was fighting him.

A feral snarl fell from my mouth and was answered by Blain and Justin as we flung ourselves from the cliff gracefully. While we were soaring to the ground, I watched that whip lick across Edward’s chest, his shirt singed off of him, his pale flesh marred in a black line from one shoulder across his hip. Every vampire that stood between us began exploding in a shower of heavy bits of flesh.

A giant wolf blocked my path and let out a rumbling growl that reverberated through my whole body. I did not stop my frantic pace, I simply braced for the forceful impact, my teeth barred. We twisted and turned as we rolled along the ground. I tore at it with my steel like fingers causing it to yelp in pain, which was then silenced by my teeth tearing open its throat. I did not pause to drink; I just wiped some of it away as its body fell heavily to the blood coated ground. To my left, Carlisle was fighting Amun and sweet Esme had her teeth sunk deep into Kebi’s throat as her hand wrenched her arm out of its socket and cast it away like yesterday’s trash. They were not my problem, and didn’t look like they needed help anyway.

Ch 1 Right and Wrong

“So we’re staying for a few more weeks? I asked, barely able to keep the excitement out of my voice.

Esme nodded excitedly. She seemed exceptionally fond of Forks and this house. “Now that Charlie is aware of our dirty little secret there is no reason to rush off.” She went from table to table dusting each until they gleamed, trying to erase all the evidence of the other vampires’ visit here. “Though, we will all have to keep a low profile. I know that you were hoping to spend some time with Angela, but Carlisle and I think it is best not to risk it.” She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder before tackling the non-existent dust on the piano. “I know that we technically have an accord with the Volturi, but risking Charlie is quite different from risking Angela.”