Chapter 1 THE NEWS
QPOV
The doorbell woke me up from a sound, dreamless sleep. I bolted right up and felt dizzy. My senses had gotten really sharp through my transformation and I could hear everything a lot louder than a normal person. Sam was standing on my doorstep looking pretty grim. I fought the bile coming up in my mouth that told me something really bad has happened…
"Hey man, sorry to wake you" he told me seriously and I clutched the door handle.
"What's wrong? Is it Claire?" He looked past me for a second and I instantly knew that it was going to be bad.
"Well, sort of." He started saying.
"Hey, Sam you're killing me. Is she alL right?"
"Yeah, Claire is fine Quil. But… Helena and Marc are dead" he told me matter of factly. I doubled over from the pain slicing through me. Her parents were dead? What the hell had happened?
"We've got company" he told me answering my questioning look. Sometimes Sam didn't have to hear our thoughts to answer them.
"Anyone we know?" I asked trembling.
"Some of the Volturi guards or so the Cullens claim…" he told me and I felt myself snap.
"Quil, take it easy. Look, I came because I need your help." He told me sharply and I focused again.
"Sure, sure. Where do you want me?" Perhaps in the borders of the Reservation-Cullens forest.
"Home. The Cullens will help of course. So, you needn't come patrolling or fighting with us"
My whole being protested. With bloodsuckers on the loose I couldn't just leave the pack alone, now could I? What would they say?
"Quil, I need you home with Claire. Emily's got her, but her sister just died and I have to leave them alone, with vampires on the loose. She's pretty lost and I need you to help her with Claire, ok?" He told me and although my body craved for the hunt, I nodded my agreement and got dressed as fast as I could.
I reached Emily's and Sam's house in three minutes and I tapped on the door in case Emily was sleeping. She was curled in a tight ball in the big sofa. Her face was red and she clutched a handkerchief in her right hand. She was staring blindly at the carpeted floor and I could see grief pouring out of her in huge waves.
"Hey Em, how are you?" I breathed but she didn't look at me.
"Sam sent me over to keep you guys safe" I told her as I caressed her hair.
"She's dead" she told me and burst in huge sobs. I felt completely helpless. How does one console females? I honestly didn't know. But she didn't seem to want anything from me. She just cried for a while and then, just took a deep breath and calmed down. She looked at me smiling lightly, which I personally thought pretty, fucking freaky. I mean the woman was crying her eyeballs out a moment ago!!!
"Claire is upstairs. She's sleeping now. Thank God Helena and Marc got out of the house and the Volturi didn't sensed Claire in the house." My blood froze. Up until now I really was a little sleepy. I knew what had happened but I hadn't realized. My Claire nearly got killed. I soared in my head aware that I mustn't make a sound lest I frightened both Emily and Claire. I really wanted to tear something. The wolf in me demanded it. But then I heard a sweet, little voice calling.
"Mama?" Claire said whispering perplexed.