A/N: Sorry about the long wait, but this is my favorite chapter yet :) Don't forget to review!

Chapter Ten:

The shadows of the downtown buildings engulfed Peter like a blanket, cloaking him from the eyes of the humans who wandered by. Not a single person glanced his way as he watched Charlie Swan get out from his police cruiser and walk across the dimly lit parking lot. The man stopped in the middle of the lot to reach into his jacket pocket and pulled out what looked like a list. Without looking up for oncoming cars or anything else, he proceeded to walk towards the door. For a man of the law, he was not very observant of his surroundings. He kept watching as the cop slowly grabbed a cart and entered the grocery store; he waited for a few minutes to pass before he stepped from the shadows and crossed the lot to enter the store. He knew the fluorescent lighting would most likely do more harm than good in his attempt to appear human, but after the trails he had followed all day long, he was willing to risk it.

After he had left the Swan house and found those trails of wet dog stench, he had spent the remaining afternoon following them. While at first the stench was more than enough to cloak any distinguishing characteristics, after a few hours, he was able to identify a dozen different scents. This discovery had left him full of dread instead of victory. Now instead of one supernatural creature to worry about there were twelve. These different scents turned out to lead all around Forks, around Charlie's house, and down into an Indian reservation near the beach. The trails led all though the forest, not a single tree had been left unmarked. The sign was clear, this territory was claimed by at least a dozen different…well he wasn't too sure exactly what they were yet, but if he had to guess his money would be on werewolves. Which was ridiculous. He hoped.

Either way, whatever they were, they were supernatural and dangerous. And they had been all around the Swan house. He was nothing if not territorial, living through the southern vampire wars had taught him that, and like all vampires he intended to claim his human source of information. He wanted to send a warning to these creatures. There was a new threat in town and Charlie Swan had been claimed. He refused to let his mate's father go unmarked; it would be unforgivable if something happened to the man while he was there. He would prove to his mate he was worthy of her by protecting her human father.

The automatic doors whooshed as he entered and his hand came up to block his eyes from the harsh lighting. As he stood there looking around the small store, it vaguely reminded him of the general stores from his human days. There were only 6 aisles in the center of the store, along the back wall was a giant cooler where cold items were kept, the left of the store was a small section where one could rent out of date DVDs and the right side held household items. This was obviously a place to get the bare necessities. It made it really easy to spot the cop amongst the other humans. He was headed towards the back of the store to the coolers. He grabbed a hand basket and made his way down isle four, grabbing random bits of nonsense off the shelves, items that he would never use. After filling most of his basket up with several items, he made his way back to the coolers. He stopped beside Charlie ignoring the human at first. He stood there with his basket in his left hand and bringing his index and middle finger on his right hand up to play with his lips, he pretended to debate what type of beer to buy. In reality, it made no difference to him what kind of beer he got, he couldn't drink it anyway.

"Whitlock?" Charlie Swan asked sounding surprised. He turned towards him, licking his two fingers at vampire speed before bring his hand out in front of him for the human to shake.

"Officer Swan, what are you doing here?" He watched the human's hand grasp his own and he rubbed his pointer finger along the back of Charlie Swan's hand. Inwardly smirking, he let go and inhaled. Perfect. The human had been marked.

"I live here boy, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be off visiting the Cullen's?" The cop seemed rather angry that he was still in Forks.

"Bit of a delay actually," He lied smoothly, "When Esme found out I was in Forks, she asked me to pack up a few things from the house that she had left behind to bring with me. I'll be heading out tomorrow afternoon." This appeared to placate the human and he closed the door to the cooler full of alcohol.

"I see." Charlie mumbled.

"I don't suppose you want to hear it Officer, but Esme and Carlisle do send their regards. They made me promise to tell you that." He ducked his head and imitated the humans he had watched on the television, rubbing the back of his neck in an embarrassed manner.

The human grunted in anger, "You're damn right I don't want to hear it."

He looked up in shock, he fought to keep his expression in a very foreign mask of innocence, "Will you tell me what happened? None of the Cullen's will talk about it either and…" He trailed off and looked away from Charlie.

"You want to know? I'll tell you. Their youngest son, Edward, destroyed my daughter that's what happened. Started dating her, fell in love," Charlie sneered the last part and he felt his chest constricting. "He over ran her life until there was nothing left of her but a subservient girl, when he was done with her, he left her in the woods, then he left town. Bella was a lifeless shell, a zombie. She wouldn't eat, sleep or even talk unless you asked her a direct question. She's been like that for three years. She needed to find herself so she left."

He stood there; he felt his face start to contort with anger. He was angry. He had only been this angry a few times. The last time was back in the days with Maria, he had gotten so livid at a newborn, that he had ripped off half their face and chucked it in the fire pits, damning the newborn to a lifetime, granted a short lifetime, of looking like the monster that he was. But never in his very long life had he felt this type of a homicidal fury that was slowly starting to creep through his veins like lava. The edges of his vision went red and he felt the overwhelming urge to snarl and lash out like a wild animal.

His mate had been hurt.

Edward Cullen had hurt his mate.

His sire, Jasper, had let that arrogant, virgin, squirrel sucking, twit hurt his mate.

"I see," He miraculously grounded out, still standing there frozen in place. "You won't have to worry about Edward Cullen anymore, I assure you."

The human paled, he looked like he was on the verge of pulling out the gun that was holstered to his hip, "Eh- if you need he.. help hidin' a body-" the human stuttered. He nodded his head cutting off Charlie's next words.

It was nice of the human to offer to help hide the body but he had no need for it. He had been hiding bodies for a century now. Without another word he sat the basket down on the floor beside his feet, turned on his heels and walked right out of the store. He kept walking till he was back in the shadows where he took off faster than any human could see. He didn't stop until he was in Canada. He needed to release some of this anger and there was no better way than culling some trees. At least until he could get his hands on Edward and any of the others that had hurt his mate.

xXx

Charlie couldn't help but stare at the retreating figure of Peter Whitlock. He was both shocked and surprised at the guys sudden change in demeanor and if he was honest with himself, he also felt little bit of fear. The way the guy's face had contorted in rage seemed like something out of a horrible horror movie. It left him questioning whether he had actually seen it or not. He had seen a lot of horrible things during his twenty one years on the police force, and in all of that time; he had never witnessed anything like that. There was something not right about that guy Whitlock, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. And if the truth be told, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know. He had been joking, he thought, trying to level out the man's anger when he offered to help hide the Cullen kid's body, but something in him was telling him that not only was Whitlock dead serious, but he was more than capable of doing it himself.

A chill ran down his spine and he shook himself out of his stupor. He was so lost in his thoughts about what had just happened that he didn't realize that he was already sitting in his cruiser. He couldn't remember if he had paid for his groceries or not. Did he speak to Mary the cashier? He stumbled out of the cruiser and hurried to the back of the car. When the trunk lid opened he let out a big sigh seeing the groceries neatly sitting there in the trunk.

'When did I put the groceries in there?' He thought. He felt like he was on autopilot. Closing the trunk lid and walking slowly back to the car door; he got in and started the car. His thoughts still went back to this guy, Peter Whitlock.

The man looked just like the Cullen's did. He had the same pale skin, dark circles under his eyes, and the same alluring features. Even though, he wouldn't admit that last part out loud. He started thinking back to when he first had met the man earlier in the day. He didn't get any strange vibes or feelings of fear from the man. It was only after he had told Peter about the things that Bella had gone through these past three years that had him wanting to run, run as far away from this strange guy as he could.

Just who was this guy, was he really friends with the Cullen's, and why did it affect him so much? Those questions ran through his mind relentlessly until he found himself pulling up in Sue's driveway. The sight of Jacob's rabbit and Paul's motorcycle sitting on the curb chased away any more lingering thoughts of this strange guy, Peter. He started thinking about the baseball game that was on tonight. It was supposed to be a good series. His Mariners were not doing very well but this game, he was hoping would turn things around.

The lights were on in the small green three bedroom house. He had no more than opened the door to the cruiser when Sue waved from the window in the kitchen. He heard the old screen door slam open, and three huge, topless boys came running out to help carry in the groceries.

He grinned, "Hey boys, groceries are in the trunk!"

Before he could grab his coat from the passenger side, Jacob and Seth had their arms loaded up and were halfway back up the sidewalk to the house.

Paul was still at the trunk getting the last of the bags. "Hey Chief how was work? Shoot anybody?" Paul asked and Charlie grunted in amusement.

"Oh yeah, caught three robbers, a murderer, and an extortionist." He joked and bent down next to the kid he had come to know well over the last two years. "Oh yeah, and a UFO was spotted in Seattle." He added laughing. He nudged Paul with his shoulder but found the kid frozen stiff.

"Hey Paul you okay?" He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and as he did, Paul whipped around knocking his hand off of his shoulder. For the second time in less than an hour, he found himself being glared at with an unfathomable amount of fury. His heart skipped a beat before going into triple time. He found himself backing away from the boy, unable to control his feet. The hair on the back of his neck was standing straight up. And once again he got the feeling that something was very, very wrong.

"Paul you-"Paul cut him off with a snarl that sounded almost canine and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled even more.

"Who have you been around?" Paul growled out. He noticed the boy seemed to be almost vibrating. He was having a hard time seeing the boy, the edges of his body seemed to blur and he was baring his teeth.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, confused and actually feeling terror pierce his gut.

"Someone new has been around you. I want to know who and where I can find him, Charlie, right now!" Paul had shouted, his face was beginning to turn a purplish color.

He started to get an icy feeling in his gut; there was no way he was going to let this kid talk to him like that. The punk may have matured in the last year but this was crossing a line.

"Now you listen here, I have no idea what you're talking about and you better-"

Paul cut him off again and literally yelled, "WHAT LEECH WAS-"

"PAUL!" He tore his gaze from the crazed boy and looked over at Jacob and Seth who were running down the front steps.

Paul seemed to be getting even angrier, "He was around a leech!"

"Whoa man," Seth said as he grabbed on to Paul's right arm pulling him back a few more steps away from Charlie. "You really think Charlie would hang around one? You've got to calm down man."

As soon as the words left Seth's mouth, he heard Billy yell but it was lost on him as he watched the boy he had known for years explode into a giant brown wolf. Shreds of clothing were falling to the ground like some sort of sick confetti.

The world seemed to stop and he felt his skin break out in goose bumps as he stumbled backwards, trying to put as much space between him and the snarling wolf as possible. But to his horror it didn't end there, Jacob and Seth both exploded just like Paul had, and before he could blink, there stood three large wolves snapping and snarling at each other. The brown one on the left pounced on the russet colored one, he watched in sick horror as all three began fighting one another.

"BOYS, STOP!" He looked over at Sue as she yelled coming down the porch steps.

"Don't you make me call Sam on you! I said that's enough!" He gaped at her. She didn't look a bit surprised or shocked that three young boys had just turned into monsters.

He didn't know what to do. He was still standing in the same spot. He continued to look back and forth from the wolves to Sue. He noticed his oldest friend, his brother in all but blood, had wheeled himself out onto the porch. He looked at Billy's face, and like Sue, he showed no surprise at all in seeing the wolves, in fact he thought he saw resignation in his eyes.

'What in the hell is going on out here? How? WOLVES?' He mentally screamed. He wanted to run, but found himself still frozen and all he could do was watch the scene in front of him. The three horse sized wolves were still fighting. Their large jaws snapped at each other trying to land a bite. The smaller grey one whined before being thrown across the lawn. He watched as it rolled on the ground before it jumped back up and raced back to the brawl.

Not even a moment later, a chilling howl erupted from somewhere deep in the forest. His eyes widened as all three wolves yelped and jumped away from each other. One by one they slowly went to the ground. He noticed that they were struggling, almost like they were fighting something that he could not see. The small grey wolf went first, whining as if it was fighting the urge to lie on its stomach. The large brown wolf went next, and it too was fighting this unseen force. The wolf was thrashing around, until it finally laid down on its stomach. The russet wolf was last and just like the other two, he was struggling just as fiercely, if not more. It looked like it had taken a much stronger force to make him lie down.

He could only stare at the sight before him as Billy called out, "Sam!"

Sam Uley was fiddling with his basketball shorts as he came out of the tree line, barefoot and shirtless.

"Billy," Sam greeted when he made it to the scene. Sam threw shorts at each of the wolves on the ground. Sue made her way off the front porch and across the lawn but when she reached for him, he started backing away.

'What the hell had just happened? What the hell is happening now?' he thought. But before he could even take another breath, the three wolves were once again vibrating and getting blurry. A few seconds later, three very nude boys lay on the ground where the wolves had once been.

"Charlie-" Sam started to say.

"They turned into wolves! How?" He started to say as Sam cut him off.

"I know this must seem crazy but," Sam stated moving closer, he nearly tripped over himself backing away.

"No, no. Just stay right there, don't come any closer." He held up his hand to stop the man and backed away two more steps.

"Oh Charlie," Sue sighed as he looked over at her, silently pleading to wake up.

"You too, just stay back."

"Charlie! I know this is a lot to take in, but before we explain you have to tell me, was there someone new in town today that you talked to?" Whitlock's face flashed in his mind and he could feel himself pale just a little bit more.

"No, no you're wolves! You just- and they-!" he looked back over to Sue, "Are you?"

Sue shook her head, "No sweetie I'm not."

The relief he felt was short lived, "How could you not tell me?" Sue's expression fell and he watched her look over to Billy, asking him silently for permission, Billy then in turn nodded his head slightly.

"We were going to tell you after the wedding, when you were made part of the tribe officially."

"After the wedding? Are you kidding me?" He looked at her dumbfounded, "Isn't that one of those things you should probably tell someone before you marry them?" His tone was angrier than he had realized but he found himself so far past the point of caring right now that he did nothing.

"How long has this been going on? What the hell are they?" His hand waved towards Jacob, Sam, Paul, and Seth.

"We're shifters Charlie," Sam Uley answered. "We can shift into wolves at will in order to protect our tribe from our natural enemy, vampires."

"Vampires?" He felt his mind go blank. He stared stupidly at Sam for a long moment. A part of him was hoping this was all just a bad dream and that he would wake up soon. That his fiancée and his best friend hadn't hidden the fact that the boy he thought of as a son and his future step son turned into horse sized wolves.

"Vampires," He whispered again in disbelief.

"Of course that's his first area of interest. We turn into wolves and he wants to know about leeches," Paul sneered. He looked over at the kid in confusion.

"Just like your daughter the leech loving-"

"ENOUGH," Sam roared and Charlie found himself flinching back again at the loud sound.

"My daughter- What's any of this have to do with Bella? She never…" he trailed off as the expressions of his closest friends and family morphed into nothing but hatred.

"Charlie," Billy said in a half sigh. "The Cullen's were vampires."

For a long moment all he could do was nothing but stare at his best friend. Horror settled in his stomach like concrete and he had to swallow back bile that rose in his throat.

"No."

The sound of Paul snorting had him grinding his teeth, "Bella would never…"

He suddenly felt suffocated by the waves of horror that washed over him, one after another, relentlessly beating at him while the undercurrents of dread seemed determined to wash his feet out from beneath him. It was all he could do to stop himself from dropping to his knees. How had he not known any of this? For Christ sake, he was the police chief. How had he let his daughter get tangled up in what was very clearly becoming a long horror story. Had she known what they were? Had she known about shifters as well? Is that why she had stopped coming to the reservation? Had he been so blind and ignorant that she felt she couldn't convince him?

And Billy…Billy had known all about this, oh, he had dropped several hints, but how could he not tell him everything, especially when it involved his daughter. He looked at his oldest friend in a new light, not sure if he should be furious with him for not telling him or understanding as to why his friend had to hide it because of the tribe, still he figured that was no excuse.

Finally being able to speak again he asked "Why didn't you tell me that my daughter was in love with a vampire?" His question was more animalistic, growled just like he had heard coming from Paul not more than five minutes ago.

Billy sighed and looked as if he was trying to find a way to put the burden back on him. As he stood there waiting for Billy to answer him, he grew even angrier.

"Answer me" He yelled to his old friend.

"It's tribal law, but try to understand Charlie, we have a long standing treaty with the Cullens-"

"TREATY?" He started to feel his face redden and fury licked at him like flames, "Why would you make a treaty with the Cullen's, I mean vampires, if you hated them?"

"They don't feed on humans Charlie. As long as they don't harm a human and stayed off of the reservation, they were free to do as they pleased." Billy replied.

Paul snorted once again but it was Jacob who opened his mouth, "A lot of good that did."

"Learn from your daughter's mistakes chief," Paul said. "Hangin' around leeches brings nothing but death. Why do you think we-"

"PAUL!" Sue screeched loudly and cut him off with an expression of fear. She was quick to latch on to his arm and he got the feeling that there was more to the story, something even worse, something that they did not want to tell him.

"Charlie why don't you come inside and we'll explain about the shifters more." Billy stated.

"No," he held firm and removed his arm from Sue, "what were you about to say boy?"

There was a heavy silence as if no one wanted to be the one to say anything. He started to feel the bile rise in his throat. Finally, Seth stepped forward, and he felt his heart break a little bit more. He started feeling the depths of betrayal, not only was it his future wife, his future step son, the boy he thought of as his own, but it also included his best friend. They had all kept this from him.

"Charlie," Seth's head was down and his voice was barely audible. "Bella left because she has a vampire trying to kill her."

The furious fire died in his veins as quick as if it had been doused with ice water. His chest constricted even more and he lost the ability to breath. His only daughter had a vampire after her? Nausea rolled his stomach and he couldn't stop the vomit that rose. In the blink of an eye he found himself on his hands and knees, spilling the contents of his stomach on the grass. Sue dropped down beside him but the feel of her hands on him made him wretch even more.

"Geerr off me," he tried to say but it came out garbled and weak. He shoved her away and wiped his mouth on his sleeve as Sue let out a sob.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled himself up and looked at Billy, the man he had known for most his life and yet didn't know at all. "You were the one who convinced me that making her leave was a good idea." He didn't even look at Sue as her sobs filled the heavy silence.

"It was Charlie; we had to think of the tribe. Our boys couldn't defend her anymore. Not after we lost Collin. It nearly cost us Jake and Seth as well. The council decided that it was better to sacrifice one then the many. Now the red headed vampire is gone and we are safe."

"That's my daughter!" He roared in fury. Not believing what he had just heard.

"Bella is an adult and knew full well the danger she was getting herself into. It is not our problem that she refused to heed our warnings." Billy stated sternly.

Charlie could only gape at the people he had only minutes ago thought of as family. After a minute he turned his gaze to the woman who had betrayed him, "Don't call me, don't come over, we're done."

With that he stumbled over to his cruiser as fast as he could. He whipped it around in the small driveway; shifting it into drive he gunned it, throwing rocks everywhere. He drove as fast as he could, away from those that betrayed him, away from the family he thought he had, and driving towards what he hoped was some answers.

PPOV

He had never been one for fancy mansions or sterile white walls, so staying in the Cullen mansion was always an uncomfortable experience for him. However now that he knew that his sire's coven had played a hand somehow in hurting his mate, the few hours he had to kill until Demetri arrived was nothing short of hell. It had taken only minutes to completely obliterate the virgin twit's room. He searched the small room from top to bottom. On one wall were hundreds of old CD's. He had thrown them all over the floor, stomping them to little pieces. The twit's closet was even empty. Not even hangers were left behind. He had found nothing to help him in his search for answers. He was hoping to find something of Bella's left behind. But there was nothing, well nothing of value to him at least.

He was seriously contemplating demolishing the whole house and setting it on fire when the front door was kicked open and the sound of a gun being caulked hit his ears.

"I know you're in here vampire, god dammit. If you don't show-" Peter dropped the last CD on the floor in the twit's bedroom and raced down the stairs, appearing before Charlie Swan, in confused amusement. Charlie nearly dropped his gun as he jumped back and Peter couldn't help but smirk. Now how had Charlie figured out what he was?

The questions surrounding this town seemed to keep growing yet no answers ever seemed to appear. Had Charlie known all along? Who had told him? The sound of a gunshot interrupted his internal thinking dialogue and he watched as the bullet zipped through the air and through his leather jacket smack dab in the middle of his chest, before bouncing off and shattering the front window behind the human.

"Fuck," Charlie cursed. Peter watched him pale before looking down at the hole in his beloved jacket.

"You ruined my jacket Charlie." In all honesty he wasn't all that angry, but it was funny as hell watching the human flounder in shock.

"Are you after my daughter? Are you with the red head?" He had no idea what the human was talking about and for a second Peter wondered if humans could malfunction or break down. But then his mind connected the dots and he became even more furious than before. Had that been why Bella had left without any trace? Was there a fucking vampire after her? Peter growled loudly at the thought.

"I don't know what you're talking about Charlie but I think you and I need to have a little talk." He told the gun toting cop.

"Why are you here then, risking yourself against shifters?" His eyebrows rose in shock but Charlie kept going. "Look, you would not believe the day I have had. I just found out that people I considered family turned into giant wolves and that my daughter had been in love with a vampire and now is on the run from one because I kicked her out." Peter watched as the human seemed to wither and age before his eyes.

"I need answers and I need them now. Please." Charlie let out a long breath and he gaped as his mind connected the rest of the dots.

Bella had loved the twit and for some reason or another, the Cullen's had left her with a vampire on her trail. They willingly left her unprotected.

"Why did the Cullen's leave?" Peter asked, imagining how he would kill each member of the Cullen coven slowly.

"I don't know." Charlie sounded utterly defeated.

"Why is the vampire after Bella?"

"I don't know."

"Where is Bella?"

"I don't know," Charlie yelled and stood straighter, his hands going to his hair. "I don't know okay? I don't know what's going on or how to find my daughter let alone protect her from a god damned vampire. And you! Who the fuck are you? And why do you care? How does any of this fucking concern you?"

There was no way in the seven levels of hell that Peter was going to tell Charlie that his daughter, who Peter had never met before, was his mate. The man had clearly been overloaded and he wasn't about to be the straw that broke the camel's back. For a few seconds he contemplated on what he should tell the man before settling on half-truths.

"My name is Peter Whitlock and I am a nomadic vampire with close ties to Jasper Hale. I came into town to visit, as my travel companion recently…married. But the Cullen's are nowhere to be found and I'm starting to see that they have broken the one law that us vampires must live by. They introduced a human into our world and left her alive."

Charlie's brown eyes, the same brown eyes his mate had, widened and he sputtered, "L-left her alive?"

Peter nodded, "It is against the law for humans to know of our existence. There are only two choices for humans that come to know about us, they are either turned or killed."

The human began sobbing into his hands; he could see how much Charlie hated himself in that moment. The self-loathing was just rolling off of him, he didn't need Jasper's gift to feel it. He had never been this close to a human that he wasn't feeding from; he had no idea how to comfort one.

However, it wasn't long before Charlie's head snapped up and there was a look of hope in his eyes. It made him very wary.

"So any human who knows about vampires has to be turned or killed? No exceptions?" He asked.

"No. I'm not turning you into a vampire Charlie," In all honesty he had no idea what he was going to do with his mate's human father. He'd be damned if he had to live with some newborn who would be exceedingly violent and protective over his mate. But at the same time he was pretty sure that killing your mate's father was not deemed acceptable either. He was now stuck with a choice to either break the law or his mate. Death or death.

"No, no, not me, my daughter. She has a vampire after her, trying to kill her. Would you…would you find her and-" his eyes widened as Charlie's face scrunched in a mask of defeated remorse. "Would you make her a vampire?" The human asked in a soft whisper.

Check mate. Peter was inwardly smirking as he plastered on a mask of shock. "Let me get this straight. You want me to find your daughter and turn her into a vampire?"

"This is the only way I know how to protect her," Charlie defended himself, unknowingly strengthening his resolve. "I have failed her. She deserves the chance to live, and if that means doing so as a vampire, then so be it."

"You know she'll never be able to see you right? It's forbidden." He informed him and actually felt a pang of sadness for his mate. It was unbelievably hard waking up from the excruciating three day change, to find out that you can never go back to your human life.

"I figured so." Charlie said, looking totally destroyed, as if he had just sold his soul to the devil. "But- will you at least send me some sort of sign after you find her. Just let me know that she is with you and that she is alright?" Charlie pleaded.

Peter nodded and swallowed a smirk. "Alright, Charlie, you have my word. I will find your daughter, I will make her a vampire and I will keep her safe. I will also send you some sign to put your mind at ease. But Charlie, you have to go now. I have a friend coming here that will be able to help me find your daughter. If he sees you here, well, let's just say that he would not be as understanding as I am. Never mention vampires or shifters to anyone ever. Go back to your human life and carry on as if nothing is amiss. Keep everybody thinking that Bella went away to college, and someday, I will send you a sign to let you know that she is well.

"I will take her under my wing and care for her in exchange for your silence."

The human nodded slowly and wiped a tear from his cheek before putting his gun back in his holster. "Thanks. Please do me one more favor…when you find her; please tell her I'm sorry. I didn't know, if I had known, well just tell her I'm sorry, just tell her I love her, always have always will." Charlie whispered as he turned around and walked out the door.

Peter stood there motionless in the living room until the tires of the cruiser were no longer audible and then let himself smile. Now that- that little problem was taken care of, he only had to wait on Demetri. Together they would find his mate, make her safe and in the process bring the Cullen's world crashing down.

For the first time in a long time, he was excited. Just as that thought crossed his mind, his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen to see who it was, smiling he answered, "Ciao."