JACOB'S POV

I don't know what to do. She's dead.

Broken; our most sacred law. An imprint killed at the hands of a wolf. The punishment? Execution or the mercy of eternal banishment.

I look over to Embry as he nudges Emma's still body with his muzzle, trying desperately to get her to stir.

"Embry," I whisper. He looks at me. I shake my head, "she's gone."

The wolf hangs his head, whimpering sorrowfully then he slowly turns his gaze to the new wolf, Sam's daughter, Misty. He lunges at her growling, barking and snapping; absolute fury.

"Embry!" I scold him in an attempt to reign him back in but he ignores my orders as his alpha. The anguish for his dead lover overriding his most basic instinct to obey my commands. The Uley pack jumps in front of Misty, protecting her from Embry's rage.

"Misty, get out of here!" Sam commands.

Misty is hesitant but runs off to the woods. Embry doesn't follow, instead he returns to his imprint, laying down next to her body, whimpering in pain.

Sam quickly runs from his place on the embankment and drops to his knees next to me, "what do we do?"

"What?" I'm confused.

He touches Emma's face, "she's still warm."

"Sam, she's dead," I look at him.

"And so will be Misty if we don't fix this now!" he shouts at me, "don't just fucking sit there."

Embry lifts his head, looking at me with hope and desperation.

"Um… Okay," I look around, "Paul! Come here," Paul quickly makes his way to me. I snatch the rope from around Paul's leg where he had secured his clothing. "Here," I hand it to Sam, "tie a tourniquet around her leg. Right here. Above the wound," I direct him. I have no idea what I'm doing.

"Okay," Sam replies and ties the rope there tightly.

"Fuck, I wish Rachel was here," I exhale, anxiously. My sister had gotten her nursing degree a few years ago and works at the hospital now. She'd know how to do CPR. I cross my hands over Emma's chest, "it's 30… right?" I can't remember how many chest compressions to do but the number 30 jumps out at me. I begin to do rapid chest compressions. Almost immediately I hear a crack. I have either fractured a rib or broken her sternum.

Embry yelps at the sound, his eyes looking scared.

"It's fine, it's fine," I reassure him. It's not like she can get more dead. I continue until I make it to 30. I lean Emma's head back and open her mouth, "fuck," I mutter when I see that her mouth is full of debris from the lake. I push my fingers into her mouth and pull out the mix of weeds and mud. I look again, it's clear but I don't know how far down her throat she had taken in debris. I lean her head back and exhale two breaths into her mouth. I can see her chest rise so I know that some air made it to her lungs.

I return to doing chest compressions. Fuck, fuck, fuck… this isn't working. Why am I doing this? She's dead… I need help. I can't do this alone.

"Paul, go get Rachel. Now!" I shout and tilt Emma's head back once more, putting my mouth over her's and filling her again with my breath.

Paul runs off quickly as I continue on with 30 more chest compressions. The Uley pack all gathered around, watching intensely. I don't stop. I keep going. Each chest compression feels useless. Each breath I give her feels pointless. I lean my head against her chest. Nothing.

It feels like forever but Paul finally returns with Rachel on his back. I stop chest compressions when I see her.

"Don't stop! You're doing good!" Rachel says hurrying down to where I am and tightens the tourniquet, "this is too loose," she says. Rachel pulls a backpack off and starts rummaging through it. "How long has she been unresponsive?" she asks.

"I uh… I don't know," I reply, continuing chest compressions. I don't know how long she was under the water. I exhale two more breaths into her.

"Okay, hold her head back, I'm going to intubate her," Rachel says, "she's not getting enough air."

I stop compressions and follow Rachel's directions as she pulls tools from her bag and gets to work opening up Emma's airway, putting a tube down her throat and attaching a valve. Rachel pumps the valve twice. Emma's chest rises much higher than when I had performed mouth to mouth. Now I realize how ineffective my CPR on her was. I sit back, exhausted, as Rachel takes over with CPR.

"Embry, give me room!" Rachel yells at the wolf as he attempts to get as close as possible.

I rest my arms on my knees and hang my head. Facing Nessie with the news that her daughter, who I have made no qualms despising, is dead… it's going to break her.

Embry moves back, watching Rachel intensely. I reach out a hand to him and rest it on the fur of his back. He just found her. After all this time. He just found her. It was all he ever wanted. And just like that. She's gone.

Rachel expertly continues the chest compressions. I wonder how long we're going to humour this effort. I look at Embry; distraught and in a state of complete denial. If it were Nessie I wouldn't give up either.

Rachel pumps the valve twice again and leans her head down on Emma's chest, "I've got a heartbeat!" she announces.

I look on in complete shock, "you do?"

Embry begins pacing, he's panting heavily.

"Yep. It's weak but it's there," she says holding her fingers to Emma's neck, detecting the pulse as she continues to pump the valve causing Emma's chest to rise and fall, "come on, honey. Give us a breath," she encourages as she pumps the valve. A gurgling noise emits from Emma's throat. "Ah! Okay, there it is," she says, quickly working to remove the tube once Emma starts to cough and gag, "on your side, sweety," Rachel helps her turn over as the small half-breed coughs up water and debris.

Embry lays back down, intensely watching Emma. His tail thumps heavily against the ground. Rachel holds Emma's head in her lap. The small blonde is barely conscious but she is breathing on her own.

"I can't believe she's alive," I am in shock.

"Well, not for long," Rachel says, "she needs blood."

"Um… like an elk?" I say, standing prepared to hunt something down for the half-breed.

"No, idiot," my sister rolls her eyes, "like an infusion and we have no time. She won't make it to the hospital. I don't even have all the equipment required to draw blood and administer it. It would need to be vein to vein. No bags."

"Fine. Give her my blood. She can have it all," I reply quickly. I never thought that I'd ever be so desperate to save the life of the hellspawn.

"We don't know what wolf blood will do to her or what her blood might do to you," Rachel argues, "as I said, it'll be vein to vein. Some of her blood could potentially backwash and poison you."

"Female hybrids are not venomous," I argue.

"I won't let you do it. How far is the closest hybrid?" she asks.

"Nessie is probably 20 minutes away," I sigh, pulling my phone from my soaked jeans. It's dead. Well, fuck, "I can't remember her number. I'll have to get her… So uh, probably 40 minutes."

"This needs to happen now. We don't have 'probably 40 minutes'," Rachel replies.

"So we're fucked?" I can't believe this. We just revived her and now she's going to die anyway?

"Not exactly. There is someone whose blood might save her," Rachel says, "you dropped him off at our house earlier."

"River?" I ask.

"They're twins, kind of... They once shared a blood supply. It could work," she says.

"But her blood could harm him?" I glare at Rachel, "no. No! Absolutely not! I'm not risking it! I won't harm my son so she can live. Forget it."

Embry growls at me.

"Hey!" I scold him.

Embry cowers when I reprimand him.

"I'm cold," Emma mumbles. She says something else but it is too incoherent to make out.

Embry nuzzles her face, attempting to warm her by contact.

"Jacob, we don't have time. She's going to die… like right now," Rachel says.

I exhale, looking down at Emma who will die and then to Embry who will lose his imprint and then to Sam whose daughter is going to be executed unless we do this. Then I think of Nessie who will never forgive me.

"Fuck… fuck, fuck, FUCK! Alright! Let's go!" I roar, picking Emma up into my arms and race back to the truck to drive her the short distance to Rachel and Pauls. I hoist her up into the passenger side. Rachel climbs in and supports her as I get in the driver's side and gun it down the road.

By the time we get there, which is no more than 4 minutes, the Uley pack is all sitting on the front porch, in human form. Embry is pacing outside of the house, still in his wolf form. I assume he is too distraught and worked up to change back. Keeping from phasing when you're extremely agitated is a real art form.

Paul meets us at the car and carries Emma inside, following Rachel.

I hurry up the stairs to go find my son, "River?!" I shout, opening the door to my old bedroom. He's asleep, "get up!" I shout. He barely stirs. This kid can sleep through fucking anything. Man, 16-year-olds... I pull him up by the material of his t-shirt.

"What?" he mumbles, sitting up.

"I need you to listen and I don't have a lot of time to explain, okay?" I say, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Okay," he yawns.

"Vampires and werewolves are real. Wolves hunt vampires. Your mother is half-vampire, a hybrid. I'm a wolf. You're a twin, except your sister is a hybrid because her father is a hybrid. Sam's daughter, Misty, is a wolf too. She attacked your sister and she almost died tonight but we managed to revive her... but she will die unless she gets blood. You might be the only one who can do it. Will you do it?" I ramble at an incredible speed and then inhale once It's all out.

"I'm dreaming," River mumbles and tries to lay back down.

"You're not fucking dreaming. This isn't a joke!" I shake my son, "River?!" I shake him harder. He mumbles, trying to push me away. The only way I can prove it all to him is to phase in front of him but what good will that do with the kid? He's blind. "Get up!" out of frustration and slap his face.

"Ow!" he sits up, holding his face. That appears to have gotten his attention, "did you just hit me?"

"Sorry," I apologize, "pay attention. You have a half-sister. She is going to die… She needs a blood transfusion. Will you help?"

"Uh… yeah, okay," he says swinging his legs out of bed.

I take River's arm and guide him through the house to Rachel and Paul's room where they have placed Emma on the floor next to the bed.

"Okay, River, you lay down on the bed. We're going to use gravity to do this," Rachel explains, "I hope this fucking works," Rachel mumbles.

"Weirdest fucking dream ever," River mumbles as Rachel guides him to lay down on the bed.

I don't stay to watch. I have to call Nessie.

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