The booming chime vibrated in the souls of my feet, shook me deep in my core. Through the thoughts and the steady hum of the crowd there was a whimsical voice – beautiful, frantic – screaming my name. It was familiar. Bella, I thought devotedly.

Alice and Jaspers Story. My whole body shook with the vision. There was something important about this. I stared at my hands as if they contained an oracle, as if it would lead the way. This was a horrible day to be blessed with the gift of foresight.

Twilight- EPOV. She was lying on the ground, crumpled, broken, while the pool of blood continued to grow wider underneath her. I took a deep breath and ignored my longing, my lust, my ravenous desire - I focused on the angel.

60 years after the Witnesses gathered and the Volturi left, disgraced, the Cullen clan have settled into their version of domestic tranquility. What happens when the Volturi decide to exact revenge? What does one do when a puzzle piece goes missing?