I sighed and walked into my father's house. I was making dinner tonight for myself and Charlie. Edward was coming over later to see Charlie and watch TV with him. I could never understand those two.

I hurried over to the door when I heard a knock. "Zion?" I stated surprised to see the boy. It had only been yesterday that I had gone with him to meet his coven.

"Hey there darling."

"Why do you call me that? I'm older then you." I stated as I walked into the house. Zion followed close behind.

"Ha…not really. I've lived 50 years as a vampire." Zion smiled and opened the freezer, browsing through it's contents.

"Only 50 years?" I asked curiously.

"Hm? Yeah…I'm the youngest of my coven. Well in vampire years at least. Other wise I would have to say that Harper is the youngest." He answered.

"Who is Harper? I don't remember meeting her. What are you doing?" I asked, Zion had pulled a tub of ice cream out of the freezer and was eating a spoonful of it.

"Eating ice cream. And she was in Italy. We have a close relationship with the Volturi." Zion smiled. He tossed his spoon in the sink and put the ice cream away.

"There is a Charlotte who is a nomad that Carlisle told me about…she has a mate named Peter." I stated changing the subject. I don't know why that popped into my mind.

"My Charlotte isn't from America. She told you she was in a traveling theatre. They traveled all over Italy and France. When they were attacked Aro 'kept' her because she seemed strong to him. We don't associate ourselves with the American Nomads. We have a coven…it's just not documented. It was a deal we made with Marcus. Which reminds me…your dear coven isn't filling you in 100% on the goings on of our world." Zion smirked, a look like children get when they know something you don't on his face. Dispite my trust in Edward and his family I felt fear rise in me.

"What do you mean?"

"The American Nomads are attempting an attack on Forks…again," Zion pretended to yawn at the information. "They're going to try to gain help from the Denali Coven. It wouldn't surprise me if they got the help they request…those pathetic Alaskan excuses for vampires tend to follow feeling more then logic. Anyway, if the Denali Coven agrees they want to target more then just Forks…a site that might prove appetizing for your dear family." Zion sat down on the table.

I looked over at him, worry I was sure was written all over my face. Thank God Charlie's dinner was done cooking or it would have been burned by now.

"What kind of target?" I asked shakily.

"The Volturi. They're stupid enough to think that with enough help they can overpower the entire Volturi guard. Harper was with Ava and Christian yesterday. They are working in Italy and other parts of Europe to gain numbers against a revolution. The Irish Coven and the European Nomads have sworn alliance. But I'm afraid the Egyptians and the Amazonians won't be so willing to conform." Zion sighed.

"So you're picking sides."

"I'm always loyal to the Volturi. They are my authority and I must submit to them unless what they are calling me to do goes against my beliefs. It never has though and it probably never will."

"Should I pick a side?"

"The only side you'll be picking is whether to stay human or become a vampire. If you stay human I have a feeling the lovely Denali tramps will eat you alive. If you choose the side of the Volturi though I suggest you move yourself elsewhere."

"Like find you?"

"So smart. Me or…dare I say it, the wolves. If you choose to be human and don't want to be eaten. They'll protect you. I hold greater respect for your wolves then I do for those sorry excuses of vampires you surround yourself with." Zion stated. I was taken by surprise. I had never heard a vampire speak so highly of a werewolf pack. Even though he didn't say anything that was praising, it was just the tone of his voice.

"Wow…a vampire who respects werewolves?" I asked.

"Indeed. You'll be the same when you change. Christian is the same age as the elders. He had made a deal with them years ago that if anything happened our coven would work with them…I don't know if Sam would still go with that but we hold them in high regard. They are very loyal and they aren't as judgmental as these vampires. Their pack is very much like my coven."

I nodded, I could understand what Zion meant. He was right, the wolves were like organized chaos within themselves. While they may not always get along they always back each other. Not like vampires at all. Not unless they are part of that coven.

"Oh so sad…Charlie's home." Zion smiled but he didn't move. The door knocked and I hurried over to open it, hoping that Zion would scatter while I was opening the door. How was I supposed to explain some random 15 year old boy sitting in my dad's kitchen.

"Bells!" Charlie smiled and wrapped me in a hug. I hugged back loosely and let go, leading him into the house. My smile fell as I saw that Zion was still sitting there. "Who's this?" Charlie asked, I could tell he was sizing Zion up.

"I'm Zion sir." Zion stated, but unlike Edward it didn't sound like he was being polite and he didn't shake hands.

"Zion huh? How do you know Bella?" Charlie asked skeptically.

"Through Jacob. Which reminds me…I had better get going. Nice meeting you. See you later Bella."

"I'll walk you to the door." I hurried behind Zion to the front door, trying to lok out the window as I went.

"He's not even close darling. I would make my decision quick if I was you. If you decide wisely then go to La Push. Christian is going to contact the wolves on behalf of the Volturi. I'll stay in touch…damn that boy moves fast. I'll see you later." Zion hurried out the door and disappeared into the night.

Just as I was about to close the door Edward appeared. "Evening." Edward smiled at me and gave me a kiss.

"Hey." I smiled and kissed him back, Zion's words still at the back of my head. I led Edward in and Charlie jumped up to see him.