-Renesmee-

Upon arrival at my home, my stomach tighten to what Jacob had found out from the wolves, what he told my mother, and what my father thought of him now. I smelled the calm, burning wood as Edward opened the door for me. I held my breath as I walked in.

In the center of the dark and cozy living room, Bella was standing, her arms crossed and towering over her was Jacob. Both pairs of eyes watched our expected entrance. The newly made fire in the fireplace crackled and sparked, causing my mother's estranged and worried expression seem more intense. She looked at me and then she looked at Edward with a concentrated disposition. After six years, she was able to release wanted information to Edward without touching him. Edward's face grimaced at the news that both my mother and Jacob shared.

When I finally turned to see Jacob, he was already staring at me. His stance stiffened as he saw me. Out of all the faces Jacob has ever made, this face was the one that frightened me. Once again, his eyes bore into me but it wasn't the melting fire. They were pitch black, staring to infinity at me. His eyebrows were rigid and his jaw clenched. It was the protective look. As I opened my mouth to ask if he was alright, Edward answered for me.

"He's fine, Renesmee," he interrupted as gentlemanly as he could. "We all need to talk."

Everyone sat around the couches in the living room, my parents on one loveseat and Jacob and I on the other across from them. Because of fire, my parents actually looked like normal humans, aside from the golden eyes that gleamed in the darkness. Jacob's bronzed, tanned skin shimmered from the fireplace's glow like how my skin glowed when in the sun.

After Jacob reiterated his new piece of intelligence for us, he waited for the vampire side to speak up. I leaned in closer to him and he glanced to give me a weak smile. Metaphorically, it was a move to let him know I was there, but I also wanted to feel his warmth near.

"Do you think they'll come for us?" Edward spoke first for everyone since it seemed to be the most wanted answer. His hand was grasped tightly over my mother's and I watched her gaze move intently to my father's face.

"I really don't know," Jacob said honestly. "But Leah trusts them and I trust Leah."

"But you don't trust the new dogs," Edward assumed.

"No, Edward, I don't," he replied, slightly annoyed at my father's all-knowing powers and his minor insult.

"Then why did you let them stay? If you had told them no, they wouldn't be here," Bella asked distressed.

"I should have," Jacob answered regretfully, "But I'd rather know where they are and keep them here, then have them leave and come back with others."

"We can hold our weight. If they come for us, we'll flee. No one has to get hurt," Edward assured all of us.

"You don't get it," Jacob sighed impatiently. "These guys have been around for a long time. I didn't even pick up their scent when they came into town. No one did. Not even you guys. What makes you think you'll be ready if they do come? "

Bella used her free hand to hold her forehead and pull back her locks of hair. This was a sign when she was under heavy stress so my father held her hand tighter.

"What about Edward?" Bella questioned optimistically. "If they're trying to attack us, he can hear them and we can leave."

We all shifted our gazes towards my father whose own stare was at the floor. The circles around his eyes were darker than usual and it brought me back to a memory about six years ago.

It was just found out that Irina, one of the Denali sisters, had betrayed us and falsely told the Volturi that I was an Immortal Child. The same tormented disposal of my father's face, when he knew the Volturi were coming, was the same as now. Except for this time, the vampires weren't the ones attempting to destroy us.

Jacob position became upright at once and he tilted his head in realization.

"You-," he hesitated. "You can't hear them."

The accusation turned into fact when Edward shook his head painfully. The ominous silence overtook the room and no one breathed a single breath for a couple of seconds. My sudden exhale woke everyone and their eyes were now focused on me. One by one, I analyzed each face. Although they were all different, each single appearance held the identical horror. They were afraid for me. They all wanted to save me.

"What do you plan to do with them?" I tried redirecting the focus. Jacob stared a few moments more before he answered.

"The only peaceful thing I can think of is to persuade them you're not average vampires," he replied.

"And if they decide to attack us anyway?" Bella asked. Jacob sighed in a matter where it looked as if he was in defeat.

"Then we defend you," he said.

"It's a bit difficult to know who 'we' is, Jacob," Edward responded semi-sarcastic. "I think we need to find out who your friends are."

"Are you going to find out for me?" Jacob retorted back.

"I don't know see why not. We can hold a meeting between your people and ours," Edward suggested.

"You want a gathering of tensed werewolves and a handful of vampires? You got to be joking." Jacob mocked.

"How about just the Quileute wolves?" Bella offered. "There should be a balance between whose side they're on. If anything, most likely they're still deciding."

"And how are we supposed to distract the new werewolves when we're busy talking to you guys?" Jacob asked rhetorically.

I knew everyone was thinking hard about what to do and trying to give a good enough answer to present. Their spaced out faces showed true dedication, but I thought too fast and spat the first thing that came into mind.

"What if I talk to them?" I prompted emphasizing myself in the suggestion. Apparently, I thought too fast for my own good. My parent's and Jacob's expressions changed from thoughtful to panic. When I saw their mouths curve into the answers I didn't want to hear, I stopped them by speaking even faster.

"I should be the one to talk them," I continued, but waited for their response. Again, the undesired answers began to form.

"I am half of what they are. Maybe they'll actually want to listen to me," I said with confidence.

Jacob leaned away from me and suddenly stood up, causing the seat to screech from the floor and pull me along with it. I had to tilt my head all the way back just to look at his face.

"You're not going anywhere alone," he firmly said. "It's too dangerous."

I jumped to my feet to face him, but he was still so high up. I shrugged off the unusual position in my neck and glared at him irritably.

"Who are you, my dad?" I asked rhetorically, stretching out the last word. "You forget, Jacob. I have been training for something like this to happen all my life. I'm not weak."

"Never said you were, Ness," Jacob quickly responded. "You can take on a couple of young wolves. Maybe even an experienced one like Amaro. But two or three?"

He shook his head with haste. "I'm not going to let you near them."

My mouth dropped open at his senseless disposal. He had never once told me 'no' and this wasn't even for me. I felt the heated rage was boiling inside me and I wanted to show him, but I was incapable to hurt him intentionally.

"I want to help!" I cried out trying to reason with him. "I need to protect my family. Why won't you let me?"

"Because we can protect you," Jacob replied stoically. "There's no need to risk yourself."

"What is the point of me training with you when you're just going to be put me on the sidelines? At least make me a referee," I pointed out, gesturing my hands to the analogy.

"We're done talking about this," Jacob justified himself vaguely. He swiftly walked past me and I grabbed his arm to spin him around.

"We're not done!" I yelled sharply. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks and my eyes tearing. A movement in my peripherals caught my attention and I realize my parents were still in the room. Edward put a hand on Jacob's shoulder and Bella was behind me, holding me back.

"We do have time to discuss this. Nothing is set in stone," my father calmly replied. I couldn't differentiate his face, but he didn't look upset at either of us.

"You're not letting her do this," Jacob insisted through his teeth.

"Jacob," Bella spoke unbelievingly as she took a vanished step in front of me. "We'll talk about it first."

Jacob blinked at my mother and I could hear his teeth grind together. Then he flickered his anxiety-filled eyes to me and I responded defiantly by glaring right back. He dropped his gaze to the floor with defeat and headed out for the door. With a single motion, Bella followed him. I hurried after them, but Edward stopped me short.

"Let them talk. It'll be alright," he said. I nodded but still glanced at the door, wondering what words would be spoken.

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