The setting is ten years after Breaking Dawn. Renesmee has been fully matured for three years.

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Prologue

There we were once again in the face of danger. It was like déjà vu. This scene was just as it had been ten years ago. Everyone was fighting for me, but there would be more lost than gained if our victory wasn't 100 percent.

The setting was exactly the same except for the fact that I was fighting too. I had more to lose than they did, than he did. The one that caused this had nothing more than hope to lose. I had much more. I had a family, friends, and a soul mate that I could lose. Yes, the victory had to be 100 percent because I couldn't bear it any other way. There was no other way out, so we had to fight. I had to fight. I had to fight for my life, for my family, and most importantly I had to fight for him, the man that I loved

Chapter 1 Confusion
Renesmee

"Nessie, time for breakfast," my mom called, trying to wake me up. I laid in my bed thinking of how much this little bedroom had changed over the years. These walls had once been blue, purple, and then orange. Now they were white, mirroring those in my family's main house. It had gone through so many different stages. There was once a crib where my bed was now. There had been pony pictures on the walls at one time, and another time it had been filled with posters of the latest boy band that I was obsessed over. Now nothing hung from my walls. They were blank. They mirrored my life, a blank slate. I was fully matured and ready to start this new stage of my life.

"Nessie," she called once more, her voice filling with worry. When I didn't respond, I heard my mom's footsteps on her way to my room. I also heard a howl from outside my window. It was Jacob. He was probably worried that something was wrong. He stayed outside my window at night, protecting me from any harm that could possibly come my way. He and my dad were always so overprotective.

"I'm coming, Mom. I'll be there in a minute," I called, reassuring her that I was fine.

I went over to the window, and just as I suspected, Jacob was there. His worrying eyes were assessing my face to make sure I was alright. I opened the window and let my fingers run through his fur. "I'm okay," I whispered. "I didn't want to get up just yet."

I didn't truly understand the relationship Jacob and I had. He'd always been there for me. Jacob had been like a big brother to me over the years, and now he was like my best friend. He was always there for me. He watched out for me and made sure I was safe. Jacob was like my personal ray of sunshine. When he was around I was instantly happy.

I smiled as I thought of the time that I wanted a pony and a play house. I didn't want just any play house, I wanted an actual house. My dad was willing to build me one near the cottage, but Mom wouldn't allow it. She would never allow me to live as lavishly as the rest of the family did. This always devastated me, and Jacob had always been there to pick up the pieces. He convinced me that his house was small enough to be considered a play house. I laughed uncontrollably when he pretended to be hurt as he asked, "Why do you need a horse when you have me?" Somehow he was always able to solve all of my problems. I didn't know what it was about him, but I felt tied to him.

As droplets of rain splattered against my cheek, I smiled at him. "Are you coming in for breakfast?" He barked once and nodded his head.
I closed the window and made my way to the kitchen. On my way there I smelled eggs. Eggs were my favorite. My mom and dad seemed to share some kind of private joke about it. Every time they saw me eating eggs, they shared an unusual glance between one another. It was the kind of look that made me question whether or not I wanted to know what the joke was. This glance always reminded me of how little I knew of their lives before I was born and how evasive they were when I asked them about their past.

"Nessie, what took you so long? I know you heard me. Your eggs are going to get cold." My mom broke me from my reverie. She assessed me with worried eyes. As she saw that I was fine, she relaxed.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I just didn't want to get up yet. You know some of us do have to sleep around here." I laughed.

I went to the door to open it for Jacob. Even though he didn't knock, I heard his approach. As I opened the door I saw the huge smile that he always had when I was around him. His smile warmed me inside, and everything felt complete when he arrived. I threw my arms around him as he hugged me tight. "Good morning, Jacob!"

Morning, Nessie." He smiled still hugging me as his eyes filled with adoration and happiness. I heard my dad clear his throat behind us.

I giggled. "It's not like that Dad, jeez. Jake is my best friend. Right, Jake?" I stepped back so that I could get a good look at his face.

"Right, Nessie. You're my best friend. It's not like that with us, Edward." His voice sounded strained, and his face was completely void of emotion. I looked at my dad to see if there was something going on, but his face showed no sign of alarm.

"What is it, Jake? What's wrong?" I asked, trying to figure out his sudden change.

"It's nothing, Nessie. Everything is great." He seemed to force a smile. "Eggs are getting cold, we should go eat."

I quickly ate my breakfast, trying not to think of the sudden change in Jake's mood. In this family not even your thoughts were safe with my dad around. He could read minds, everyone's except my mother's. She had some kind of shield that kept him out of her thoughts. If only I could be that lucky. My dad chuckled.

"What's funny, Edward?" Mom asked him.

"Nessie wishes she had your shield, so that I couldn't hear her thoughts," he told her. Mom laughed too.

Once I finished my eggs, I looked at Jake, who had been very quiet throughout breakfast. That was a first. He normally had tons of things to talk about. The things he talked about normally centered on the pack, anything happening in La Push, or the cars he worked on in the garage when he couldn't be with me.

"Are you ready to go? You promised I could spend all day in La Push with you."

Before Jake could answer, Dad let out a growl under his breath. I didn't understand it. When I was younger my dad and Jake's relationship had been great. I thought that they were friends, but as I got older Dad grew stricter and more cautious of how much time alone I spent with Jacob. It was as if their whole camaraderie had changed. He had gradually turned from almost friendly toward Jake to menacing.

For a moment I studied the room around me. Nothing about the room itself had changed; only the people that inhabited it had. Mom flittered around cleaning the already spotless kitchen. Dad seemed to be studying Jake with much more concentration than necessary. Jake seemed to be oblivious to anything going on around him as he continued to stuff his face. Although the silence lasted for only a few seconds, it became deafening. I groaned.

"Dad, it's not like that. How many times do I have to tell you? I'm perfectly safe in La Push. Jake would never let anything happen to me." Jake never said a word; he refilled his plate with more eggs.

When Jake was finally able to tear himself away from breakfast, we walked outside toward his car. "Thanks a lot for defending yourself in there, Jake," I said sarcastically. "All three of you were acting weird. Do you three have something that you aren't telling me?"

He smiled half-heartedly, his eyes troubled, "What are you talking about, Nessie?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but I decided against it. He seemed so distant and deep in thought. Jake was not himself. Something was wrong. Once I got to La Push, and safely out of my dad's hearing range, I intended to find out exactly what it was.

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