A/N: Long time, no type! I tried my hardest to reach the computer but Hurricane Ike had prevented me. Now I have the power back and I am itching to update! Please review; I haven't heard from you all in so long!

Seth's POV

Where was Edward? I mean, I couldn't read thoughts like Edward but I could tell that was what everyone, including myself, was thinking. We were approaching the boundary line; two ravenous faces—three if you counted Jasper, although he was just picking up the two others anger—were staring back at us. Rosalie and Emmett's. Boy, were they a couple match made in heaven. Behind them, Alice was as gentle as a pixie holding on to Jasper's shoulder. Her grasp was firm, yet tender. I knew, however, how hard her grip really was.

The two other faces, Carlisle and Esme, were perfectly serene. The kind of beautiful drawings you would find in an old fairytale. Carlisle's expression was even more soothing than usual…strange, that man. You could practically feel yourself become less tense when in his presence. Or maybe that was because of Jasper. Hmm.

Next to his side, so close to holding his hand, was Esme. Her face cool and collected, maybe a little overly buoyant, her teeth gleaming. Not in the bad vampire way—just the sugary smile she always flashed at me…or anyone for that matter.

The rest of the pack quickly glanced at one another, on a totally different page than me. I was thrilled to see them—which I made the mistake of thinking one day. Oh gosh, was that a long talk. The pack accepted it after a while; I told them if Jacob could see a future vampire/vampire family, why couldn't I?

They were all restless, fidgeting. I itched and started after the pack, a little behind. We quickened our pace near the line and then stopped accelerating, creating dusty marks on the road with our paws. Carlisle nodded at us in response; giving us the answers to our un-asked questions through his gaze. Sam nodded back through his furry exterior; his mysterious and reserved eyes flashing to no one but the coven. My eyes gleamed as I saw Alice pause in her tracks, not moving an inch. Only I, out of the pack, knew what that meant.

I saw her snap back into reality as quick as lightning, running to Carlisle and whispering something that was almost inaudible and dashing back to Jasper before the others even moved. She told him that Edward was on his way. Edward.

That was definitely a difficult topic. I loved Edward—a total brother, ignoring all of the pack's sardonic retorts—but I just could not believe he would do such a thing to Bella. Bella, whom I loved; and needless to say, who he loved too.

I heard the rustling of leaves far off in the distance; all eyes were on the fleshy greenery, searching for the target. We all had a guess; Alice a definite answer, but nevertheless, we watched intently on the dot that proceeded.

When in full focus, he was still handsome—other than the other Cullen's, the most handsome guy I'd ever seen; intimidated much?—but his eyes were deep and purple. Almost as if he were crying, yet I knew that was not possible. It seemed as if he almost longed for tears. Yearning to be normal. Desperate beyond measure to be with his love.

We all stopped. No fidgeting, no muscle moved.

"Hello," We waited for more; I itched my leg again...did I have fleas? Crap.

"I don't know what to say," he began, searching for words. Then he gave up and closed his mouth. He went to stand next to Carlisle and kept his head down for most of the silence. Carlisle seemed weary. Could he possibly be upset at his precious son? The son he trusted most?

Carlisle stayed quiet for a minute and Edward flinched. Did Carlisle think something offensive? Gosh, I would kill to have Edward's power right now. Although, I understand somewhat what it's like. The pack connection thing and all—sometimes fun and sometimes so unbearably annoying.

What ever was said—or not—, Edward moved to stand more toward Alice and Jasper. Jasper's face seemed tortured. Edward's emotions? A mix of all?

If we weren't in complete quiet I would have missed it, but nevertheless, it came. "I'm sorry." Edward's voice hung, filled with confusion and sheer pain. My poor brother. I was thinking it was for Carlisle, but it had no distinction. It was just a fact.

"So Sam," Carlisle began, sucking in air and walking a little bit forward. He ignored Edward altogether, although he seemed a bit on edge. Sam mirrored him, but stepped more carefully and consciously. We glanced from face to face. "We're all accounted for. What do we need to do?"

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