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Preface
I stood there, waiting for it to happen. We all did. They had come, the Volturi. They thought we had challenged them to see who would take charge over our world. Why, though, would we challenge them? After they had done so well, at least in my opinion. They had waited for this day. Waited to see who would challenge them, assuming it would be us, for they saw so much power in our family and our group of friends.
The same group that had gathered last year was once again in the same clearing, but less on their side and more on ours. The wolves were here, now thirty of them, all one pack. A while back Sam had decided to stop being the Alpha that he shouldn't.
We were all inside my bubble of a mental shield. The Denalis, Garrett now used to the diet of animal blood, the Amazons (with a few new members to their group since Zafrina had found Ari and Kachiri had Enrique), the Irish, the Romanians were also here. As well as Benjamin and Tia (Amun and Kebi still refused to fight), and Peter and Charlotte.
We were all waiting for it. For the Volturi to attack.