Rising Sun

Disclaimer: all characters and copyright belong to Stephanie Meyer.

A/N-thank you for the kind reviews, Nikki.

Part Thirteen

Billy held Petey's hands as the little boy looked at him with fear in his eyes. Billy wanted to hug the child and assure him that everything was going to be alright, but time was of the essence. "Petey, you believe the stories I told you about the spirit wolves, don't you?"

The little boy nodded at him. "I believe." He whispered.

"Good lad. Now I need you to be a brave little boy, can you be that for me?" Billy held Petey's hand's tightly as the little boy nodded slowly. "That's great, because I need you to go and find the wolves and tell them that we have an unwelcome guest in the house."

"But where?" Petey's eyes became huge as he gazed at Billy with utter trust. The older man had to blink back tears, this boy who had been through so much, was still fighting, and still trying his best to be brave.

"I am going to open the window now, and I need you to climb through. It's not a far drop to the ground, than I need you to run as fast as you can into the back garden and toward the trees at the end. The wolves are there, just call out for them and they will come. Alright?" Billy gave in and hugged Petey who was breathing deeply, trying to stay strong and memorise what Billy had told him to do.

"Can't you come?" Petey asked innocently.

"I wish I could little one, but I can't get out of this chair." Billy gestured to his wheelchair as he smiled sadly at the little boy. "Now are you ready?"

"I'm ready." Petey promised solemnly.

Billy hugged him again before steering his chair toward the window and leaning forward to open it. He then used his strong arms to hoist Petey on the windowsill and then carefully helped him climb through the gap. Petey was quite an agile boy and he had no trouble slipping through and jumping the short distance to the ground. Billy gave him the thumbs up sign when he saw the little boy look back for reassurance before watching him sprint off around the side of the house. It was just in time because seconds later Charlie came into the room followed by the cop, and he was pointing the gun right at the back of his best friend's skull.

Petey had never run so fast in his life. His breath came in short pants as he fled down the full length of the garden and disappeared into the trees. The enveloping darkness of the forest didn't scare him, he was focused on his task and he didn't want to let Billy down. What had Billy said? Call to them and they will come! Petey put his hands around his mouth and began to shout at the top of his voice. "Wolves help. Help, wolves!" He kept yelling over and over until a few moments later he heard rustling in the undergrowth and right before his five year old eyes the largest wolf he had ever seen; its grey fur making it almost hard to distinguish him in the dark night appeared before him. It was true, it was all true. He stared at the majestic creature for a few seconds before he remembered that Billy had told him to tell the wolf about the unwelcome guest. "Bad man, bad man in the house. Help." He blurted out. "Please help!" The wolf seemed to understand his every word as it melted back into the trees for a moment and a little later a man he recognised emerged. It was Paul Lahote, the one who had helped rescue him in Seattle.

"Where's the boy?" Phil snarled as he pressed the gun to the back of Charlie's head.

Charlie looked at Billy who moved his eyes in the direction of the open window. A relieved expression crossed Charlie's face. Whatever happened now, the little boy was safe and out of the way.

"I said where is the boy?" Phil demanded again.

Charlie laughed sarcastically. "Somewhere you can't hurt him or my daughter again you vile scumbag." He suddenly twisted around and lunged for the gun.

Paul Lahote, who had left Petey safely hidden within the trees while he headed to the house, had just reached the back door when he heard a gunshot ring out in the air.

Jacob was doing his best to console Bella. It saddened him to see her so distraught over what those damn fools had done. He should never have left her, but then again he couldn't be with her every moment of every day, nor could anyone else. Bella needed to feel strong in herself again. He doubted the idiots who had approached her in the cinema foyer would have done anything, it was a crowded place and they had been showing off to a pretty girl. But just being surrounded by them had made Bella feel vulnerable and helpless. "You should think about doing self-defence classes, Bells." He suggested as he parked up in the road near the Swan house. He couldn't pull in the drive as there was another cruiser parked up behind Charlie's. He switched off the engine and turned to glance at Bella, only to find her face had turned completely white and she looked as if she was going to be sick. "Bells? What is it?"

"It's his car….it's his car….." Bella suddenly jolted to life and fumbled with the door handle as she tried to get out.

"Bells, calm down. It's another cop's cruiser; it must be one of your dad's…." Jacob reached across and caught her hand as she clawed at the door in her panic.

"It's not." She screamed at him as she shoved his hand away. "It's his, it's his….oh my god, Petey. This is all my fault. I should never have stayed here. He was always going to track us down. The missing posters…the police records…he would have been monitoring them. I didn't think…I didn't…." She finally managed to open the door and began to run toward the front porch. Jacob, having no idea what she meant, climbed out swiftly and ran after her. It was only when he reached her that they both heard the sound of a gunshot.

A/N-thanks for reading!