ROSALIE'S P.O.V.
We all gathered around the family mutt,as I have come to know him. Renesme, now in Edward's arms was screaming, a very uncharacteristic thing for her to do. Bella was screaming, Jacob was screaming, Esme was screaming, Carlisle was yelling something to Emmett, Jasper and Alice, who was crying, or as close to crying as a vampire could get. Was I the only person not screaming, yelling, 'crying' or following orders? I believe so. What to do…..hmmm, I wonder what happened to him… I suddenly snapped back to reality as these thought made me feel bad. Everyone else loves the dog. Even if I don't, maybe I should show some compassion… For Bella and Nessie's sake.
I automatically dropped to my knees beside Bella, and Nessie who was now in her arms. I put on the best 'shocked' face I could manage without breaking into giggles, and crouched there, beside the mutt whom I despised so much. Carlisle was now working over him desperately, trying to figure out what was wrong. The only comprehensible words from Jacob came at long intervals and were usually something like "MY LEG!" or "IT BURNS!"
Dr. Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper eventually managed to clot the bleeding that seemed to be coming from everywhere on Jacob's body, and transport him into the surgery room in the house. I sat on the couch with Bella, Edward, Nessie, Alice and Esme. Their faces were all so torn… Almost exact replicas of what Edward's had been like when Bella almost died with Nessie. I felt bad. Not at all for Jacob, but for my family. They loved him so much, and had to sit here, practically writhing with emotional agony. I wished that I could take their pain away, somewhere far away where I could bury it and never let it touch them again. It wasn't fair for me to sit here and feel nothing of the pain that was consuming them. I had to do something…
Inside of the brightly lit surgery room, there was not much sound. Jacob's not-so-steady breathing, and the steady 'beeping' of the numerous monitors connected to his russet and blood coloured body. I was watching the steady rise and fall of Jacob's chest when I heard the commotion downstairs. Ah, right on cue. I was just wondering when the other werewolves would turn up and ruin the peaceful grieving.
"You cannot all go up there! I know it is important for you to see him, but please sort yourselves out! Two at a time only!" I heard Carlisle say, his voice slightly raised.
I heard the muttering voiced of the other pack members, as they decided who should come up to the room first. I briefly considered running from the room, but as soon as I thought about my family's devastated faces, I decided to stay. After all, I was doing this as a favor to them, so that Carlisle could tell them what was going on, without them worrying about Jacob. When Carlisle came back up, he could tell me who had done this and what was going to happen. Maybe he'd even take the liberty to tell me what would happen to Jacob too, not that I would bother to ask.
Nearly 3 seconds had passed when a soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I stood and walked to the door, letting the two tall werewolves in. Their faces were almost identical to the ones downstairs that I saw on my family. When I turned and started toward my chair, I very quickly rolled my eyes.
After all of the werewolves had spent time crying over their fallen brother, I had begun to get sick of them. Carlisle soon came up to relieve me from my pet sitting duties.
Man, when the dog's back up and chasing his tail around the yard, he owes me! I thought, a little too viciously. I suddenly hoped that Edward hadn't heard me… Carlisle interrupted my thoughts,
"It seems whoever sent this letter was not downsizing their threat…" He sounded grave, upset. I looked at him skeptically.
"So you don't know anything new yet!?" I cried, he shushed me as Jacob stirred slightly.
"He needs a lot of rest if he's ever going to get through this" He said, pointing at the bandages on the werewolf's stomach. Suddenly, realization of how serious this whole situation was hit me.
"How bad are his injuries?" I asked, pointed at Jacob.
"His stomach was somehow torn apart, his spleen, liver and one of his kidneys were ruptured, he has needed multiple skin grafts, his left leg was broken in six places, his right in four, his ribs were mostly all cracked, his neck is displaced and his skull is fractured." I was shocked at this revelation.
"But he was phased when this happened, right?" I asked
"Yes," Carlisle said simply.
"So what could have done this?" I said, slightly too loud.
"This is our problem… We don't know"
I was shocked, and I was sure that my face now mimicked the faces of my family. What on Earth could take down a fully grown, experienced werewolf, inflict this much damage on it…him…and still get away without leaving any trace, whatsoever! My thoughts spiraled around my head. Now I understood. Not that I truly cared what happened to the wolves, but this was a major problem for my family…
