Okay, Bella's POV won! You guys requested her the most, so enjoy! I'm thinking next chapter should be Jacob's?

*Bella's POV*

I couldn't believe Jacob was actually leaving me home alone. I wanted them all out of the house, but then again, I didn't want them out patrolling. I still couldn't give up the opportunity to lounge around my quiet house, without one of my kids or husband pestering me for something.

I stood, waving, on the porch as I watched them hurry away from me. I waited there for a few minutes until I knew they were really gone.

"Yes!" I hissed, turning and walking into the house. I shut the door, locking it behind me, and found myself running to the back door to lock that one as well. Paranoid? I couldn't tell. It was either that, or I was keeping the outside world out and me in. Either way I was alone and the quiet was music to my ears.

I walked around the house, smiling to myself as I propped the pillows back on the couch, and stood back watching them stay put. No kids to come and lounge their long bodies across my freshly fluffed pillows.

I moved on to straighten the rug at the front door and watched it, grinning widely when no one came running past me, pushing the rug out of the way with their feet as they rushed out the door.

I giggled to myself, flipping the radio on, and popping in my favorite CD. I pursed my lips as I reached for the dial and turned it up until the walls were shaking. I spun towards my room, excited for the bath that I knew would relax all the muscles in my tense body. I straightened a few pictures in the hall as I walked by, smiling again when they stayed that way.

The bathwater sat still in the tub, the steam raising from the surface. I walked out of the bathroom to find myself a book to read. I ran my fingers across the spine of each book, reading the title as I went. I settled on one of my all time favorites and pulled it from it's place.

I turned to dance my way back into my room when a figure in front of the front door caught my eye. I looked over it quickly, knowing the outline of the figure. The sudden company startled me. I let out a gut wrenching scream, dropping the book from my hands.

"Jake-" I cut off when I noticed the bare-chested man in front of me was not my husband.

"Nope," the stranger's grin stretched across his face. He stepped towards me and three other men stepped into the house flocking him.

I stumbled backwards, searching behind me for anything I could use to defend myself.

"The girl, she belong to you?" He asked, nodding towards a picture of Asherah on the wall.

"What do you want with her?"

"She the wolf that killed our alpha?"

"She's not a werewolf." My voice shook as I spoke.

His eyes widened and glanced at another picture. "I'm, certain I have the right place. Her scent is all over here. It's all over you…" He trailed off as his eyes fell on a picture of all five of us at the beach. "Yes," he smiled taking the picture off the wall. "This one." He pointed to Christina, then flicked his finger against her face. "You're her mother, aren't you."

"That's none of your business, and I suggest you get out of here before you get caught."

"I haven't yet, they're miles away from here. We got through the trail…" he leaned closer to me and I gasped, not realizing how close he got to me. "They're not coming for you."

"You wont get away with this!" I shrieked, panic taking over my body.

"We will." He smirked and I saw movement behind his right shoulder. I saw the hand come down and the last thing I heard was my scream echoing in my ears before the darkness took me over.

When I woke up, my head was pounding. I lifted my hand to try and stop the pain, but felt the blood that was dripping down the side of my face. I groaned, but it only made my head hurt more.

"We're not murderers, Joe, we can't kill her." I heard someone saying.

My heartbeat picked up and I tried to move, but I was tied down.

"They'll get over it. Her kid killed our alpha. And eye for an eye. I told her wolf that. It's the way it has to be."

I closed my eyes when his hands came down on my arms. I tried to cry out in pain, but something was over my mouth, so my scream was muffled.

Joe laughed as he watched me writhing in pain. "Scream all you want, but you wont be heard."

"Would you bet on that?" I heard the familiar voice, and let the darkness take over. Edward was here, I was safe.

When I came around again I saw Edward leaning over me, he was careful not to move my right arm as he took me into his arms.

I gasped, trying to get away from him. "I'm bleeding."

"It's fine, just relax, Jacob's on his way home, sit still so I can clean you up."

"Where did they go? Joe, the one is named Joe." I clenched my teeth together as Edward placed me on the couch.

"I know, Bella. You're safe. Don't worry anymore."

"They know what Ash looks like, they saw Chrissy's picture, did you kill them?"

Edward shook his head, running his hands through my blood-matted hair. He was gone and back with a towel in his hands, dabbing away the blood.

"Bella!" Jacob's voice roared through the house. He knocked Edward out of the way, dropping to his knees in front of the couch. He cussed when he saw my face.

"I'm fine," I groaned, trying to sit up.

"No. You're not. Stay right where you are." Christina was leaning over Jacob's shoulder, tears streaming down her face.

"Honey," I reached out for her and Jacob moved aside, keeping his hand on my shoulder.

Christine collapsed onto the couch, sobbing. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should have made more wolves run patrol with us. I should have made you stay with Uncle Paul or someone. I should have-"

"Chris, you're taking the words out of my mouth." Jacob muttered, reaching out and cupping her cheek in his palm. "She's fine."

I nodded, agreeing with him. I was fine. Just in a lot of pain.

Jacob ran his hand down my arm and I flinched when he reached my wrist. He nodded to Edward and he knelt in front of me. He wrapped his cold fingers around my wrist and it felt better.

"I think it's broken." Edward growled.

Jacob cussed again and composed himself before leaning down and kissing my forehead.

I looked around the room and noticed one of my wolves were missing. "Where's Alex?"

"Outside. Running. I didn't want him to see you. We weren't sure what condition you would be in when we got here. He's running patrol right in the yard. I can hear him running."

"And I can hear his thoughts." Edward added. "He's worried about you."

I sighed, relieved.

"What have we got?" Carlisle asked as he hurried over to my side.

"Her head and right wrist. Those seem to be the hot spots." Jacob informed him.

Carlisle nodded and Edward, Jacob, and Christina gave him room to work over me.

"She's going to need stitches in her head, her wrist is broken…" he trailed off as he slid his hands from my head to my sides, running his fingers across my ribs, pressing lightly. I cried out when he hit a tender spot.

He pulled my shirt up and I heard Jacob and Christina growl. "Add a few broken ribs to that list." Carlisle added.

"What did they do to you?" Christina whispered through her tears.

"I-I don't remember this part." I said, pointing to my side.

Everyone in the room growled at that. I was startled to hear it come from Carlisle.

"Bella, we're going to kill every single one of them. I swear to you we will." Jacob promised.

"Good," I mumbled as Carlisle wrapped a bandage around my torso. As much as I wanted them safe, I wanted the other pack dead. Especially since half of them saw what Asherah looked like, and I stupidly pointed out that she wasn't a werewolf.