Chapter 2

Kerli POV

I lay on my bed, eyes closed, breathing even. I wish I could sleep, just to get away from it all. Silence rang through our ancient Russian mansion, which was positioned on a cliff near the Estonian city of Narva, right near the Russian border. I think the others were out hunting, probably in Tallinn or Tartu, the biggest cities in Estonia. They were also far away, so no attention was attracted towards us. I listened harder, searching for any hints of when they would be back.

About ten minutes later, I got a shock when my phone blew up in an in-built ringtone. I gasped, surprised and shocked, and answered it, quickly calming myself.

"Hello, this is Kerli?" I said in Estonian.

"Kerli? This is Jasper. We need your help over in America." A familiar voice rumbled through the line. I leapt out of bed and pressed the phone to my shoulder using my head, making sure not to break the phone. I pulled my long, platinum blonde hair up into a high ponytail.

"What is it? What's happened?" I said.

"It's the Volturi. They're seeking revenge on our coven because about a two years ago one of the Denali's, Irina, believed Edward and Bella's child was immortal. While, yes, technically she is, she is not an immortal child in the ancient sense. We had many witness on our behalf, and we won. The Volturi however..." He explained.

"Were left defeated and humiliated. I get it. Let me guess, now they're seeking a battle?" I sighed.

"Yes. And we need even more people, and if we can stop them, good. If not..." Jasper replied. He sounded worried.

"I'll be over in a matter of days. I doubt it would take Juhan and Emilia much to be convinced, and Hanna will want to come with me. Adrik will follow her, as always. I can't be certain about Grigory and Vanamo, though." I trilled as fast as I can, flitting into my room again and throwing several things into the same waterproof backpack I used last time. I fixed up the hole Alice had pointed out with duct tape. I heard the laughter outside and a key turning in the lock on the front door. Hanna came around the corner of the hallway, looking behind her and laughing.

"Fun hunting trip?" I smiled softly, hiding the bag from her. She looked at my suspicious stance warily.

"What're you doing?" She said slyly, before darting behind me and grabbing the bag before I could stop her. She looked at me.

"You're leaving." It was more of a statement than a question. I nodded, defeated. "Why? It better not be for some stupid wedding. You know how well that went last time." She snapped. Hanna had gotten frostier towards me ever since I had come back to Estonia, ever since I had voiced wishes to return to America. I lifted my chin.

"No. We're leaving. All of us." I said confidently. Hanna's eyes widened, then narrowed.

"What makes you-" she began.

"Where are we going?" Emilia darted into the room. Hanna sighed, exasperated.

"America. The Cullen's need our help. And it involves a battle." I grinned. Emilia smiled.

"Juhan! Start packing, we're leaving for America!" She shrieked excitedly, racing down the hall to Juhan and her room. Vanamo poked her head in.

"Excuse me?" She said, her eyebrows raised. Hanna bowed her head slightly.

"We're, uh, going to America?" She said casually. Vanamo smiled and inclined her head towards me.

"Carlisle was just on the phone to Grigory. He explained that Jasper had gotten a hold of you, Kerli, and before we left we had to round up George and Boris." Vanamo said delicately. "Grigory suggested that Emilia, Juhan, Mariya, Adrik and you two head over to Forks now, and Grigory and I stay behind and round up nomads."

"When do we leave?" Hanna asked, taking a small step towards the door. Vanamo moved slightly to let her past.

"Whenever you are all ready. Tell Mariya on the way to you and Adrik's room, would you?" Vanamo sighed. Hanna nodded and disappeared.

"I think they'll be ready to leave in a few minutes. Grigory is just packing our stuff and then we're leaving. Remember, no hunting in Forks, at least go to Seattle. Be nice, and try and keep the rest of them in line. Adrik is still very immature, and he's the third oldest. Don't let Juhan and Emilia go running off." She rambled until I laid a hand on her shoulder.

"It's ok, Vana. We'll be fine." I reassured her. I put my bag around my shoulders and walked out of the room, Vanamo following me.

A few minutes later, everyone was packed.

"We'll see you all in about a week. I've already contacted Ciel, in Canada, and him and his coven are going to meet you on the Canadian-Alaskan border." Grigory informed us.

"Which way are you heading?" Adrik spoke up.

"East. We're going to France to contact Yvette and Henri, before going and finding Boris and George. We're not going to try to get to Luca - he is a close friend of Renata's, so we would probably be killed trying." Vanamo answered. Hanna made a gagging noise at the mention of Renata, and Adrik chuckled. We exchanged hugs and goodbyes with Grigory and Vanamo, before going out to the balcony. From there we headed west, on a trail I was familiar with, having come this way two years ago. This time, I wasn't alone. This time, I was with my family on what was probably a suicide mission.