"No matter what, you cannot let Renesmee get away with this—even if it is imprinting or something else. You are her parents, and you have to give her limits. I know you want and can give her anything she wants, but you're doing more harm than good. If this continues, the tantrums will get more violent, and most importantly, in front of humans. This-Italian—mafia would be glad to kill her and not think twice." That was Dad's code for the Volturi. We've created codes to avoid any issues.

"Charlie's right. For her, normalcy is what she needs. The human side needs that to adapt from the chaos of the supernatural. It keeps the pack stable. That's why it's important why the Alpha is powerful; he has to the ability to ground the other members. He has to be the father of them, because many of their parents do not know about the wolf gene. When our kids begin the transformation, they are always angry, because they can turn into the Hulk without thinking twice and believe they're monsters. The Alpha teaches how to control that aggression and bond with his or her pack members. They need to know they are special protectors and not monsters.

"Leah and Seth became part of the pack when you and Bella were getting serious, and you left her." Edward always regretted that decision, but he thought it was the best for me. It almost killed us both, literally. "Jacob's thoughts were constant roller coasters, because the pack heard EVERYTHING. The boys enjoyed teasing him, but Leah, it was like a rusty knife—constantly stabbing her in the heart." Leah was finally free when she left Sam's pack and joined Jacob's path. Even though she could hear Jacob's thoughts, it was not about love, but it was strategy and talked for over an hour brainstorming ideas that would teach, provide limits, and not seem punitive. Edward and I knew it was going to be one of the toughest talks we've had with Ness.

As we arrived to the main house, Alice greeted us. "Hey. Ness is the conservatory." As if she had stolen words from our mouths, "Ness will understand." Ah, the joy of having a clairvoyant in the family!

Renesmee was practicing the song her Dad had written for her. She had made waves of improvement since Edward gave it to her last night. Edward sat on the stool with her. "Hey."

"Hi, Dad."

"Working on the instrumental?"

"The end is tricking me up. There are key changes and octave jumps."

Edward smiled. "I know. It's supposed to be challenging. Take a break and sit with us on the couch." She nodded and wiped the keys and the piano before she closed the piano.

Ness bounced on the leather chair, while Edward and I had the couch. She smiled. "What's up?"

Edward started easily. "Sweetheart, we know you're having problems dealing with Jacob's decision to go to college."

Her head tilted down. "I know. I can't help it sometimes."

I grabbed her hand. "You need to control yourself with any emotion. For the past three weeks, you have become homicidal to doors and anything in the house. This has to stop."

She didn't say anything. Right now, I was bad cop. "Honey," Edward knelt at her feet, "this is one experience that no one in this family has ever dealt with. We talked to Grandpa and Sue about your imprinting and your anger issues."

Renesmee's voice cracked and whispered, "Grandpa knows?" This horrified her; she wanted her grandfather be proud of her.

Edward nodded. "Imprinting can be difficult, especially if you're not part of one, but it is no excuse for your behavior recently. Grandpa's right. We have tried to make your life perfect, and we've ignored or denied what was going on. It's your Mom's and my job to take care of you and direct you in the right directions, even if it may seem harsh or mean. When we get back at the house, your door has been removed."

"WHAT! Dad, why?"

"I like Benny at the hardware store, but not enough to buy him coffee everyday. You have destroyed ten doors in three weeks."

"But, Dad, I …can..fix…this."

I added to Edward's feelings. "If you could, you would have. It is our job as parents to give you the supports that will change the behavior."

I opened my hand and her i-phone was inside. "You're taking away my PHONE too!"

"This phone is the cause for some of your tantrums. You talk to Jacob, and everything's

fine, but if he doesn't call in a day or two, you blow up! This is destroying you."

"But I talk to other people besides Jake—"

"Right now," Edward emphasized, "I really don't care about other people, right now. We're focused on YOU. WE love you, and we want you to grow up a healthy person, which means you may need a lesson or two in humility."

The calendar was just behind on the table and reached for it. "As your supports, we have a plan to help you. It's February 20th." I circled the date in red marker.

"Now, if you can go a month with only one tantrum, you will get your door back."

Nessie whined, "A month?"

This angered Edward. "Should we go three instead?"

In the same whiny voice, she grumbled, "No."

"Let's continue. If you can get two months without throwing a fit, we'll give you back your phone with limited privileges. "Edward flipped the pages to April. "This week is Jacob's spring break. He'll be here, and you'll be able to spend time with him as long as you have controlled your anger. If at any time, you get destructive at our home, the main house, or on a Quileute land, we will remove the door and take the phone again. We will start over." There was no argument from Ness. She can't even hope he'll forget—the vampire brain remembers everything.

"There is a bigger incentive, though." My turn at good cop, YES! "This is going to take a lot of effort and strength. If you can control your emotions after Jacob's spring break, we will visit Jacob at campus."

The sun shined. The whiny face was no more. "Really?!"

"I talked to Jake about it and he's all for it. He wants you to succeed too."

She was crestfallen for a moment. "What if I feel like I'm going to have a break? This will be hard."

"At first, it will be. To you, Jacob is an addiction like cigarettes, drugs, or alcohol. There will be times when you feel out of control, but that's when we help. Grandpa said any time you want to spend the night, weekend, or week with him and Sue, the door's open."

"Sam has offered his house as a cool off spot, too," I continued. "The Elders are family, too, and they may give you wise advice, because they have dealt with similar issues."

Edward stared into his daughter's eyes. "Take the first step, and we'll be right behind you." Renesmee lunged for her father and cried in his arms.