(Jasper's P.O.V)

I emerged in the clearing, Huilen and Nahuel next to me. Everyone's eyes (Excluding Edward's) were wide. Nahuel and Huilen told their story, Aro left in piece, and that was that. Renesmee was saved, everyone would live, not.

As Nahuel, Huilen, and the other covens and nomads left, the other Cullens and the Wolf pack broke into celebration, but not me.

I could see my fifteen year old sister, Piper, throw her arms around Seth's (Her imprinter) furry neck, his tail was wagging a million miles an hour. The others were hugging and kissing. I was not in that category.

Then one voice, Esme's, asked the one question, the question that tore my heart in two and almost made me drop to my knees.

"Jasper," Esme called. "Where's Alice?"