Author's note: This chapter is dedicated to littlealicecullen1901, the first ever to review my story on this site! Thank you for you kind words of encouragement. I hope you enjoy the next chapters of this fanfic xoxo

Author's note II: At the time this chapter was published, Chapter 6 remained unfinished. You can now go back and complete Chapter 6 before continuing, in order to avoid any confusion. Thank you for reading, enjoy!

{ RENESMEE'S POV }

Jacob and I each packed a small suitcase and boarded a first-class flight to Volterra. I don't think I'd ever felt this nervous, not since I sat on the wolf's back and faced certain death on that snowy morning when I was a child. Of course, it had been the Volturi I faced then, too. They were always watching my family and I, no matter how hard we tried to hide from their red eyes and black cloaks.

"It'll be alright in the end, Nessie, I swear it." Jacob soothed me from the window seat. "You've trained so hard with Carlisle, and I've been working with the remaining members of my pack..." his gruff voice trailed off, leaving nothing but clouds behind it.

I then realized how much of my life I took for granted. Jacob, my family, my home. It all seemed so small now that I was headed to my third encounter with the enemy. The real danger was this: if we lost, what would happen to the wolves? To Jacob? To any of the Quileutes without their chief? And what about my family, all alone without me? If I was captured beneath the footpaths of Volterra, my blood would pave the way for a stronger and more deadly Volturi than ever before. Aro's cold eyes dug into my skin like claws. I could barely stand it. I then looked to Jacob - he was my answer. My saving grace.

With my father's vampire blood and my mother's human, I could accidentally end thousands more lives.

I closed my worried eyes and whispered in his ear, "Si je meurs, je meurs avec mon loup..."

A single tear trickled silently down Jacob's bronze cheek. "What does that mean, again?" he asked.

"It's French, remember Jake?" I smiled a broken smile, like that I saw on my mother's face before we boarded the plane.

"If I die, I die with my wolf."

He kissed me on the cheek as we both fell asleep, just as our plane drifted over the water's crest of beautiful - yet deadly Italy.

"ALL PASSENGERS MUST EXIT THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE PLANE. LUGGAGE WILL BE GIVEN TO FIRST CLASS FLYERS BEFORE THEY LEAVE FOR VOLTERRA TOUR BUS EXCURSIONS..."

In the middle of a dream, I was woken up by the voice of the plane captain, ushering us off the big metal aircraft. Jacob had led me, half-asleep, out of my seat and down the foldout stairs. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I remembered where I was. Italy.

A huge green tour bus greeted Jake and I, along with a few other first class members. We hopped onto the bus as I tugged sleepily at my over-sized purple sweater. "Welcome to Volterra International Tour Bus Service, we will now take you on a short tour of Volterra's finest sight-seeing locations..." the bus driver was a bulky middle aged man with a scowl. Jake and I held hands as the bus rumbled to life, speeding down tight corridors and alleyways.

"Finally," Jake whispered. "This is our stop?" I yawned. None of the other passengers were leaving yet, but Jake grabbed the pulley and stopped the bus anyway, pulling me out with our luggage. "Don't make it weird," he smiled brightly, "fake a stomach ache."

I immediately curled over and began wailing hysterically, thanking the burly bus driver for allowing me to exit the bus and relieve myself. Once they were all out of sight, though, I stiffened like a fault line. I wiped away the sleep from my eyes and took in the beautiful Italian sky, cloudless and blue.

"This way!" Jacob motioned... down an alley? "Bella's instructions says there is a secret passage way to some creepy Volterra courtroom. I bet that's where the pack is being held prisoner, too. We've got to sneak in and set them free, Renesmee. Do you think we can do it?"

"Together." I smirked, kissing him on the cheek. My protector, my wolf.

His strong hand then grasped mine as we plunged ourselves down the dark alley, waiting to hear a hiss or a howl - or maybe a scream. My final battle could await here, and it was to be fought in the same courtroom where my father was nearly killed over five years ago. Nothing bad will ever happen again. I have to promise myself that, for Jake; and the rest of my coven, are far too valuable to sacrifice.


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