EPOV

    The smell hit my nose with unyielding force. Ugh, wolves, more than I remembered too. I turned my back to the smell and stuck my nose in a breeze of clean air. God, how did I ever get close to getting used to that? I shut my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. The wolves had to know that we were here. Meaning that they had to know that they were here.

    My teeth gritted together at the thought of them. I twisted around and punched the closest tree with as much force as I could muster. My hand punched through the bark, and the tree started to topple over. I couldn’t really care less about a stupid tree, though.

    How dare they?!?!?! How dare they even think about harming her?!?!?! How could they-I spun again and ripped a young sapling out of the ground, and threw it into the night.

    I remembered a promise I’d made long ago: to not let anything harm a single hair on her head, whether it be my fault or not. And, even if she wanted me or not, I was NOT going to break that promise. Especially, when I can save her from this. God, how could I have not seen this coming? I should’ve been watching her, I should’ve had Alice watching even more carefully than before, I should’ve been able to stop them before they even thought about coming to Forks.

    I should’ve, but I didn’t.

    Why didn’t I? Why did I just run and hide away in self misery like I had the last time we were separated? Why didn’t I realize that after what Jane said after the newborns attack that they WOULD be coming for her? I shouldn’t have trusted my thought of them waiting for years before giving her a second thought. I should’ve checked on them anyway. How could I have been so stupid?

    I leaned against a tree, and struggled to calm myself before I thinned the forest even more. I continued to pinch the bridge of my nose, and inhaled deeply. The werewolves scent filled my nose again, and, surprisingly, it helped calmed me down. We could be allies again, seeing as we both knew their target and we both didn’t want them to win. Damn, I’d rather die a million times, suffer the fiery pits of Hell for millions of eons, and jump off of a cliff into a sea of glass shards, than let them win.