A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long-ish wait for this chapter. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get a good idea until it hit me; just write a chapter outline. So, like the slow person I am, I used the AHA idea after struggling to produce a chapter without it. Anyways, enough about my idiocy and onto the story.
ARO POV
Demetri rushes into the throne room with Felix trailing behind him. I look to my brothers and raise an eyebrow at each. Marcus doesn't respond, but Caius's glare intensifies and his mouth turns into a snarl. Hurriedly, Demetri bows deeply. My beast, which had been at the surface from his lack of respect, calms enough for me to pay attention to the guard.
"Master Aro, I have found the one called Isabella. She arrived in Denali clutching a glowing black sword. She was obtained by the Cullens and some others before I could grab her." My anger flares at the news of my guard being incompetent. A growl escapes my chest, and Demetri flinches in fear.
"LEAVE US!" I bellow with a snarl. Demetri scurries out of the throne room with Felix trying his best to escape my rage before him. I turn back to my brothers with a scowl on my face and signal them to follow me. We end up in my office where I pull out an old leather bound journal. Brushing some dust off of the top, I open it to the first passage.
There is a prophecy among the wolves. Once every thousand years, there is a savior born. This wolf will be the one to save the unknown from destruction. They will surround themselves with family in the form of the enemy, and nature will send them on tasks to become stronger. The wolf will not always succeed. If they don't, the world is lost until the next savior is born…
BELLA POV
When I regain consciousness, I notice that I'm alone except for Rosalie pacing in the corner. As soon as she hears the change in my heart beat, she stops pacing and stands near the bed. I slowly open my eyes so that I'm not blinded by the light. When I turn to face Rosalie, she gives me an intense glare and begins to stalk away.
"Wait- Rose; just let me explain. Please!" I call after her. I stumble out of bed and run after her. I catch her at the bottom of the stairs. She whirls around and slaps me in the face. I move to hold her, but she continues to hit me and push me away yelling between each hit.
"You… fucking… idiot…. I thought you died…. I…. my heart…. I couldn't take it!"
Rosalie collapses in my arms. I don't say anything; I just hold her as she sobs. My arms tighten when she attempts to escape them. Time passes by slowly, but I don't pay attention to anything around me. As soon as Esme and Alice join us, my senses expand to make sure that my mates are protected. My arms loosen around Rosalie as I relax; she takes the chance to push me away and run outside. I stand to follow, but I'm pushed through the glass of the living room.
I look to the side and see Emmett with a scowl on his face and growls escaping his mouth. He doesn't wait for me to gather my bearings. He shifts and barrels toward me. Instinctually, I roll out of the way of his massive jaws. My wolf forces her way out to protect us. I let her take the reigns as I focus on trying to decipher my alpha's thoughts.
"Worried…. Dead… Bells…. Sis…. Dead….. Alone…. Again… Pack… Angry…" I try to understand the thoughts, but Emmett rams into my side before I can. He forces his entire weight onto me, but my wolf doesn't fight it. Emmett growls again, so I tilt my head to allow him access to my neck. He immediately latches his huge jaws onto my jugular and lets out a couple of grunts and a louder growl. Immediately, I let out a whine and turn my head further. Emmett applies more pressure to my neck and shakes his head slightly; the skin of my neck pulls with him and hurts slightly. My whine grows in volume, and he lets me go. I don't move until he shifts back and offers me his hand. I take it and pull myself to my feet.
"Go find her," he says without looking at me. I don't take the chance to question it; I run for my life chasing Rosalie's scent. I lose track of it and shift back into my wolf to expand my senses. After a minute of sniffing around, I find it again and fly after it. It takes a while, but I eventually find Rosalie in the last spot I would ever find her; my parents' grave.
"They moved to Forks not long after I left home. When I never came back, they accepted that I was probably dead and moved here to live a peaceful life," I say quietly. Rosalie doesn't even acknowledge me.
"Rose…"
Faster than I can comprehend, I have an armful of Rosalie. She latches on and squeezes as tight as she can without hurting me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, tears silently falling. A moment later, she looks up at me and kisses me. The kiss is full of emotion; longing…love…passion. When she breaks it, I pull us both up, and we head back to the house.
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Emmett's sitting on the couch with his head in his hands when we arrive. Kate is wrapped around his left side. I wrap myself around his right side.
"I'm sorry, Em," I whisper into his shoulder. He leans his head against mine and wraps an arm around me. After a few moments, I move away from him and to my mates. The rest of the family joins us, and I decide to tell my story.
"Well, since we're all here, I should tell you what happened."
Flashback
There is a prophecy among the wolves. Once every thousand years, there is a savior born. This wolf will be the one to save the unknown from destruction. They will surround themselves with family in the form of the enemy, and nature will send them on tasks to become stronger. The wolf will not always succeed. If they don't, the world is lost until the next savior is born…
As soon as I finish reading, my wolf tries to fight her way out. Too in shock, I don't really fight against her.
"Isa, what is it?" Esme asks worriedly. My hands shake with the book in them. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. My eyes meet the ones of my alpha, and I see more sorrow than when I had to go to my parents' funerals. A tear slips down my face, but I don't move to wipe it away. My breathing accelerates; it feels like I'm having a heart attack, but that's impossible… right?
"I can't… I can't… I can't breathe!" My words come out in a hiccupping gasp. A flurry of hands surround me, but it just makes it worst. My wolf demands to be let out and forces a shift. For the second time in twenty-four hours, I'm screaming in pain. My mates try their hardest to comfort me, but nothing works. When the shift is over, I let my wolf take over completely. She turns to face our mates and pack members. A resounding growl escapes me, making everyone back away from us.
With a last glance, I take off toward the forest. It takes a while for them to comprehend my leaving, but by the time they do, I'm already out of Washington. Screams of my name come from my mates and their families while commands from my alpha come through the pack bond. I'm in too much shock to pay any attention to them, and my wolf ignores everything but our surroundings.
It takes a few days for me to process what happened, but I let my wolf keep control. She complies knowing I'm in no shape to keep us protected. It isn't until after a month of running that she finally pulls me from my funk.
'There is a thing that we need; a weapon that looks like an axe and a spear. It is broken into ten parts and held by ten different alphas.' I contemplate what she told me.
"Can you sense the different parts?" I ask still in thought. She mentally nods at me, and I nod back. It takes another month to reach the location of the first piece. When I finally face the alpha lion shifter, I'm beyond pissed off.
"There's no need for this; just give me the fucking piece!" I scream at the misogynistic asshole in front of me. He raises his chin even more and stares down his nose at me. With a smirk, he refuses and shifts. His beta steps up to me and looks at me apologetically.
"The only way you will get anywhere is if you kill him. The piece should appear in his body, and the pride shall be yours." He walks away and watches the battle.
Instead of shifting right away, I bait the alpha. He rushes head on at me and crashes into me. I catch him around the snout and slap the shit out of him. He shakes it off and goes for another lunge. This time, I jump over him and shift midair. When I land, he charges once again and hits me with his shoulder. I shake off the slight pain and tackle him. He lands on his back, and I immediately grab his throat. The alpha uses his paws to claw at me, but my jaws don't loosen. Instead, they tighten around his throat. I send the alpha and God a silent apology as I completely close my jaws around the alpha's throat. He's still moving, so I shake my head violently and rip his throat out. Blood spurts everywhere and covers my snout. I don't lick my muzzle before I shift, so there's blood all over my face as I pull out a hunting knife and slice his chest open. Inside, near his heart, is a gold piece. Trying my hardest not to puke all over the corpse, I reach inside and pull out the spike. My wolf tells me that there are nine more pieces to find before my task is complete. I nod mutely and stuff the spike in the bag I brought with me.
"What are your orders, alpha?" the beta asks me gently. I turn my head toward him and motion toward the corpse of the former alpha.
"Make sure he gets a proper burial. That will be all for now. I need to find the other pieces… and I guess claim the other packs before I'm done. When I need you, I'll call to you," I say in a small voice. The beta nods his head and does as I ask. I turn to the direction of the river and slowly walk to it. Along the way, the pride members all bow their heads at me. I nod in their direction and continue my journey to cleanse myself of the putrid blood on my face. As soon as the blood is rinsed from my mouth, my wolf informs me of the location of the second piece. I nod my head and take off to it.
About four months pass by the time I finish collecting the pieces of the weapon. Nature calls me to its realm to put the parts together.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" I ask annoyed at Nature. The powerful entity chuckles at me.
"Of course, Isabella. Once these pieces are combined, they become the strongest weapon to exist on this plane and yours. There are few who can wield this weapon, but many who have tried. This weapon chooses its masters by their character. THIS is what you have been working toward all this time. Once you have this, you have completed your second task. The last will be revealed within time. The fragments will fuse together, and the weapon will shift into a weapon that suits you the best. It will take a while to get used to, but you will have all the knowledge necessary to wield the weapon as soon as you touch it." I nod at the androgynous being and place the weapon fragments together. They fuse and form a single weapon.
"Oh, a halberd… must have been quite the warrior," Nature muses. My eyes widen at the thought of the previous savior. Then the weapon before me changes into an all black sword.
"Ooh, that's nice; a flamberge." I look at Nature with curiosity flooding my eyes.
"It's a medieval type two handed sword." I stare at the black sword with determination. Then I grab it. All at once, I'm flooded with knowledge of how to use it. I black out. When I come to, I'm in the middle of a field with my brother fussing over me. I know I look a mess from not healing. As I try to heal myself, it gets worse and Nature's words come to mind; I won't be able to heal without my mates around.
"Oh Bells, you idiot." I gasp for air as my lungs collapse. Blood begins to fill my airway and the last thing I see is the worried face of my brother. The last I hear is the scream of my mates as they try to reach me but are restrained. The last I feel is the bite of my blade, black as night, in my hand and the blood slowly flow down my hand to the snow covered ground. Everything turns black.
Flashback End
I end my tale with how Emmett found me. As soon as I stop talking, I get a smack to the back of my head from each of my mates. I open my mouth to protest, but the expression on each of their faces makes me rethink my decision. Surprisingly, Esme is the one to pick me up and toss me over her shoulder. The other two give the family a couple of looks before we're rushing to my bedroom. The door slams shut and the lock clicks in place. I look up from the door and see many things I my mates' eyes; lust, love, passion… hunger.
"Be prepared, Isabella. You aren't leaving this room for a while." I swallow harshly against the lump in my throat as my eyes darken at the implications in her tone and words.
