I've introduced the werewolves pack—Jacob has already gone thru the change but NO ONE knows they are actually shapeshifters. Don't worry, he doesn't say anything.

How come no reviews for House and Tanya? lol I thought it was kinda funny. I hope I didn't disappoint anyone. Of course, I could have made their 'act' a bit more exciting, but I don't know the ages of y'all so I didn't dare.

THIS CHAPTER: Wilson is injured—will House save him? Will he change him? Read for the answers because I haven't even written that far yet. lol

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

James Wilson couldn't believe what he was seeing. House had never, ever screamed in pain from his thigh. His cries tore Wilson to the core. He realized that these Volturi were not ones to mess around with.

He had been helped up to his feet by Emmett and Rosalie while still watching House writhing in pain on the grass. The feeling in his own body had been restored to him, though it felt as if a million needles were poking his fingertips and toes.

"House," he muttered.

"Dr. Wilson, Carlisle will not let this continue," Rosalie comforted, but even she didn't believe it.

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"Jesus Chri . . ." House mumbled as he rolled on the ground in front of Aro and Caius.

"We can make the pain go away," Caius said wickedly.

House did not hear him. He screamed again, his face contorted in extreme pain, and every bit of strength had been drained from him.

It had only been about fifteen seconds, but as soon as it started, it ended. House relaxed and rubbed his thigh, disbelieving the pain was entirely gone.

He looked around in amazement at Carlisle, who was just as amazed. Seeing Edward and the other Cullens looking at Bella, he followed their gaze. Her hands were fisted, her eyes were closed and her whole body was stiff as a board.

Carlisle stepped to House and helped him up. He bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. In normal circumstances, he probably would have laughed when he remembered he didn't need to breathe.

"Aro, we mean you no harm," Carlisle told him. "No one needs to be—"

On the edge of the forest, Wilson roared in a primal scream, his hands twisted as if trying to get something off of his back. He fell to the ground and his body went limp.

It happened so fast, none of the Denalis or Cullens had seen the Volturi guard step up behind him, who drove the ragged edged knife between his shoulder blades. Even when he went down, the guard was able to maneuver the knife in a circle before the Alaskan clan attacked the guard and tore her limbs to shreds.

House and Jasper raced to Wilson's side, but House didn't have to visually inspect his friend for more than a second to determine it was too late.

"Oh, Wilson," he whispered. "No."

He finally bent down and looked over Wilson's face—he stared blankly off into the night, a tear frozen in the corner of his eye.

Wilson, I am sooo sorry. I didn't mean . . . didn't want this to happen. Why did you have to come here? Why couldn't you have just let me go? Forget about me. You're such a moron.

"Caius!" Aro bellowed.

"Oh, come now," Caius replied. "You have gone to more extremes than this."

In the forest behind the Volturi, four huge disheveled dogs ventured out from the protection of the trees and scurried beside the Cullens.

Caius hissed loudly, as he hated werewolves to the core from attacking him centuries earlier.

"Aro," Edward stepped forward and spoke, "There are others out there. If you dare to continue this, let's get it over with."

Aro smiled and waited several moments before he shook his head. "I wanted no one hurt." Aro turned to Carlisle. "You have raised your son well, Carlisle. He will make a great leader one day."

Carlisle nodded slightly, for he was afraid if he said anything it would only make things worse.

"Carlisle, I am greatly concerned of your growing family you have here. It is clear Dr. House and Bella will not join me, and for that I am sadly disappointed."

"Aro, we are of no threat to you," Carlisle told him.

"That may be so, but as you may imagine, I cannot take that chance. With the addition of your newest two, I expect you to make the decision to disperse two of your family."

Esme gasped. "Carlisle, they are our children."

"We will consider that," Carlisle said.

"Consider it carefully, my friend," Aro said as he turned to walk away.

"We will contact you when we are ready for your decision," Caius said as he, too, turned behind Aro.

While the rest of the Volturi left the field, Jacob, Seth and two others transformed into their human forms. The Cullens ran to the Denalis.

House had all but crumbled beside Wilson, holding his head in his lap in silence. Wilson's blood drenched House's jeans, but he paid no mind to that.

"Greg?" Carlisle whispered.

Without looking up, House replied, "He's not . . . I've held him for five minutes and . . ."

"Have Emmett take him back to the house, Greg," Carlisle said softly.

House shook his head. "Why hasn't he revived?" he asked, his voice wavering.

"Maybe he's lost too much blood," Tanya suggested.

"Will . . . can . . . is it too late to . . ."

"Yes," Edward said, kneeling beside House and gently placing his hand on his shoulder. "He cannot be changed."

Emmett and Jasper pulled House up and away from Wilson's body, with House protesting and fighting all the while. He was able to pull himself free and he rushed back to Wilson. Full of anger and resentment for the part he played in his best friend's death, he began to kick Wilson.

First it was just Wilson's thighs, then his waist and shoulders. He cursed and screamed before Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper tried again to get House away. He began to pound on Wilson's chest with his fists, the anger building and building.

"Dr. House, STOP it!" Rosalie implored.

Emmett bent down to pick up Wilson's body, but House hissed a warning not to touch him. "I've got him," House said. "I'm taking him to my place."

Everyone ran back to the manor, House in the middle of the pack. Jacob was the sole wolf to follow behind, among protests from Edward.

A few minutes later, the whole group stopped in their tracks, taking House's lead. A heart beat reverberated in their ears, and at first they looked at Jacob, thinking it was his heart they were hearing.

But a mumble came from House's chest, and he looked down to see Wilson's eyes fluttering, trying to open. Reaching for the vein in Wilson's neck, he sighed with relief.

"He . . . he's breathing," House stuttered.

"We've got to get him back to the manor," Carlisle said. "He needs an immediate blood transfusion."

They raced off again, with House saying a grateful prayer for the first time in his life.