Full Summary: We begin where Stephenie ended, following the Cullens, the wolves and all our favorite characters as they continue on after the Volturi left. At the center of our story we have Renesmee's journey through childhood into adolescence and adulthood. Jacob and his pack have chosen to follow the Cullens as they journey from place to place. Building upon the canon universe Stephenie built we'll see darkness, light, danger, romance and a dash of spice.

Warning: This story will contain rape – it will not happen until the story is substantially established (20+ chapters from the start). It won't be described in detail and the trauma will be tastefully represented. I will not use it as titillation either. If rape is a trigger for you I wanted you to be aware now so you wouldn't get attached to the story and then feel traumatized when it happened. It happens in life and I wanted to deal with how a couple heals from such a horrible and traumatic event. Please see the RAINN website for resources and ideas to end sexual assault.

AN: Special thanks to Project Team Beta and especially Sweetishbubble and MojoPen. Also a big thank you to Pemberly Rose for her constant support and assistance.

Disclaimer: Twilight and all its characters are the property of the talented Stephenie Meyer – I am just playing in her world for a while. Song lyrics are the property of their respective owners.

We may be looking for our deliverance but it has already been sent

It's in the night fall when the light falls

And what you've seen isn't there anymore

It's in our blind trust that love will find us

~Our Deliverance, Indigo Girls

Prologue: Sixty Seconds

RPOV

I had sixty seconds to say goodbye to my husband. I had to remain calm. I had to push away the panic threatening to crush me as I looked at his mutilated chest. He was bleeding from his mouth and his entire torso. He could barely breath, and I could tell he would lose consciousness soon. I prayed I could do enough in sixty seconds to save us both.

I would have time to panic later, now I needed to be strong.

One... Two...

I ran to him. I rolled him on his side and pushed him against the couch so he wouldn't drown in his own blood. I prayed that Seth and Embry could save him, but there were so many bullet wounds, and I didn't know how long it would be until they returned home.

Six... Seven...

I spoke in Quileute, "Stay with me, Jake! I love you! You're the only one who will be able to save me and the baby."

He started to shake.

I projected love, calm, and strength into him. "Calm Down! I need you to focus and concentrate, Jake! I need you to remember the message I am sending you and pass it to my father. You will live. I will live. Our baby will live. I will protect our baby no matter what! We will be together again soon."

Twenty-seven... Twenty-eight...

I sent him the message and kept whispering words of love in Quileute. I hoped I was sending enough information for my father to find me.

They are from Iran, probably Gilan province. They have been speaking Persian, and I have heard a few of them speaking in Gilaki. I heard the names Poordavood, Samii, Qazi, and Ari. I love you all. I will look for a way to escape, but the health of our baby is the most important thing to me.

Jake, my heart, my soul, my other half, my everything, hold on until the guys get back. I love you. I will be waiting for you to find us. Eternity is nothing without you. I love you with all my heart, all my soul, and everything in between!

He tried to speak but was only able to gasp and spew blood forth.

Forty-one... Forty-two...

Don't speak. I know how much you love me and how much I mean to you. Just hang on.

I tore the locket my parents had given me for my first Christmas off my neck. I pressed it into his hand and spoke in Quileute, "I want that back!"

In my last fifteen seconds, I kissed him and poured every ounce of adoration, love, and devotion we shared for the last seventeen years into the kiss. I went through highlights of our memories: our apartment in Boston, our college graduations, and our volunteer work in Central America, Southeast Asia, Africa, and the Middle-East. I then recalled the moment I realized I loved him romantically, the day he finally caved and told me of the imprint, our wedding, our wedding night, and our honeymoon. I reminded him of the undying devotion I saw in his eyes every day, the strength he gave me, and finally the trust and love we had for each other.

When I was yanked away from him,I could taste his blood on my lips and see him struggling to breath.

I screamed, "I love you! I will fight to return to you!"

The men duct-taped my mouth closed and covered my face with a hood as they dragged me out of our home.

Everything went black.

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