Paul POV
The Volturi had stormed the Rez and taken us hostage in the early hours of the morning. I had had just enough time to whistle a tune on the link before they forced us to sever it. Their demands were simple: become a fighting force for them permanently and hand over Lils. They had held knives to our necks as they roared their requests.
It was too late. Lils was never going to get to us in time, and even if she did, she was powerless against them. I took a deep breath, steadying myself for my inevitable fate.
Lils POV
I shifted into the form that I had taken all those years ago, smoothing my blood-red dress over my hips. Taking a calming breath, I sauntered into Sam's house, where I saw the guard holding knives to the entire pack's necks. Aro noticed me first, staring like he had seen a ghost.
"Cazzo." He breathed, reverting back to his native Italian. Marcus and Caius gazed at me almost reverently.
"Hello boys." I purred, ignoring the growls coming from the pack. Waiting for their reply, I whistled, the song meant only for Paul: 'Hey There Delilah'. I surreptitiously watched him relax.
"Darling, where have you been?" Caius asked, something like pain flitting across his features.
"Release the mutts and I will tell you." I ordered, keeping in character. Marcus' eyes narrowed.
"This is to be our new fighting force. Surely you would not want them to go free." He tried.
"An interesting point." I mused, pretending to think. "It does not look like they are doing so willingly, and dissenters are one of the most dangerous oppositions to an army. Let them go, for I am sure that they will wish to hear this too."
"No." Marcus replied. Wrath overtaking, I brought a heavy fog down, allowing them to escape. When the scuffling had finished, I saw the pack facing us, all in wolf form. They were going to attack.
"Darling, disagreeing is futile." I smirked. Sam growled, but the guard had recovered and massed behind our backs. They were never going to win, besides, I felt that my mates should live, for now.
"Do not attack." I ordered, putting a wall of hard air between us. A guard lunged, uncaring, and slammed into it, cracks appearing on her skin.
"Why?" Aro asked, curiosity darkening his features. In response, I pushed my now long hair away from my shoulder, revealing the pack tattoo.
"I lost my memory in a crash. I ended up here, in a shifter form. This is my pack." I told them simply. They gaped, jaws hanging open in shock.
"Who are you?" Caius hissed, menace written throughout his tone. I laughed softly.
"You asked that once before. Have these years clouded your memory?" I teased, a smirk on my face. Caius growled in frustration.
"What is your name?" Marcus tried, looking at me with undisguised lust.
"That depends. You may call me Calynn." I instructed, to further growls. The pack had shifted back, and I noticed just how young the serum had made them look. They were glaring in betrayal at me. I closed my eyes, inhaling as I transformed back into Lils, still wearing my flying gear.
"This is what you wanted, I believe." I barked. "Do you understand what you did?" I almost yelled, control shredded. "You tried to have me for your own, when I was nothing more than a shifter, in your eyes. Only then did my memory return, and now you lie to us about this! Fuck you." Caius had the good sense to look extremely worried, reaching out a hand. "My threat still stands." I told him, watching as his hand recoiled.
"What is your true form?" Marcus asked, voice wooden. I shifted again, revealing to all my true identity.
Aro POV
Seeing Calynn in her original state was an answer to a question I had been asking for millennia. Her knee-length ebony hair contrasted with her violet eyes and silvery white skin. She still wore the shapeless overalls, so I could not see her body.
"This is who I was, turned by a vampire that I killed. I was a shifter, and retained that power as a vampire. My gift, however, was to emulate other's powers. I can modify them, and shape them as I please, to whatever end I choose." Her voice was lilting, with an Irish accent. "But, over time, I took many forms, from princess to gymnast to emperor. Whilst this is my most original form, those that I have taken are not any less real." A volley of whispered curses barreled around the room. Calynn smiled slightly.
"What is your original name?" I heard Marcus ask, his dogged determination a little frustrating. Calynn eyed him for a while.
"Lilith." She said at last.
"Traitor!" One of the pack yelled. Lilith's face creased in sadness.
"I know, Paul. I am so sorry. I didn't know how to tell you, and I barely know what's going on myself. I don't want you to attack my... these people, for after all they have done to you, you must be the better people. They will leave, and go back to their hell hole, as will I." Her voice nearly broke, but she stayed strong, glaring at us. Eventually, I nodded. The pack growled but nodded as well. I had no choice but to leave.
Lils POV
The Volturi left, sprinting away and I dismantled the shield, walking back outside where I shifted once more. I blinked away very human tears, readying myself for a tongue lashing, and probably dismissal. A growl vibrated through the house behind me; I took off, folding the earth once again. It had not been two hours when I returned, so I would be fine. The Osprey was still being fixed and I had not missed any duties. A hand grabbed the back of my uniform and pulled me into a dark alcove. It was Brent.