Meg's POV
2:00 AM. Time to go.
I climbed out of the bed and silently walked over to my window, and then opened it. Grace and I had decided it would be a good idea to meet face-to-face and discuss our plan of action, that way, it would also be unlikely for anyone to overhear our thoughts or words.
Jumping out the window, I landed without a sound and continued into the forest. We were meeting at the clearing where she had attacked me at 3 AM so all of the werewolves would be asleep and most of the Cullens would be bored out of their minds and not notice I was missing. Edward was my only fear. What if he happened to glance in my room and realized I was gone? Would he tell Carlisle or read my thoughts and know I was all right? I was praying for the latter.
I arrived at the clearing a few minutes early, and wasn't surprised to see Grace already there, pacing. She wrinkled her nose as I drew near.
"Maybe we should have had this conversation in our minds after all." She said lightly.
"I believe I have an advantage. I don't have to breathe." I said with an awkward smile.
"True." Grace replied as she set down on a fallen tree and motioned for me to do the same. When I had, she started. "So, what are we going to do?"
"First, I would prefer knowing why he wants to kill us and why he wants Alice more."
She nodded. "Is there anything special about her?"
"Alice can see the future."
"But that's hardly a reason to single out a vampire to kill."
"That's what I thought." I said with a sigh. "Wait! Fitzy called her something…" I had to think for a moment before the name returned to me. "Soif de Sang."
"It's French. It means 'thirst of blood.' Or 'bloodlust.'"
"That makes sense, she is a vampire."
"Could be a family name."
"That's possible, but we'll never know, Alice doesn't remember any of her life as a human." I said, hoping I wasn't breaching her trust by telling Grace this.
"Maybe a coven, then?"
"No, she's only been with the Cullens or alone."
A howl sounded from a few miles away.
"I believe that's the sign to end this meeting." Grace said, standing up.
"I agree. Contact me when you get back so I know he is really as far away as we think."
"Okay." She said, and then we both took off at a run.
Halfway back, Grace had said she made it home without trouble. Another 15 minutes, and I was climbing back into my own window. A few steps toward my bed and I stopped dead.
"Out for an early morning stroll?" Edward stood in my door, the disapproval clear in his voice and evident across his face.
"Am I free to assume that you know what I did?" I asked, crossing the room and looking up at him with my arms folded.
"I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't, and no, I have not told Carlisle…yet." He seemed to add the last bit as an afterthought.
"Getting Grace's help is the only way we're going to figure out why this werewolf wants to kill Alice!"
"Edward." A soft voice from the wall said. Looking past him, I saw Alice standing there, eyes on the ground. She just hadn't been herself since this started. "Meg's right. We have no clue what's going on and we're getting nowhere. We need their help." He stared at her for a moment. "What happened wasn't your fault, nor was it his."
'Jacob.' I thought. 'That's the only person she could be talking about.'
Edward just shook his head and escaped into his room.
"Thank you." Alice said to me.
"For what?"
"Trying to help."