Carlisle
If it would be possible, his bones would just break. Carlisle pressed his jaw together in a fashion, that he hadn't done in centurys.
Once again, he cursed his profession. He loved to heal, he loved to help. It fulfilled him, gave his doomed existence purpose. But occasionally he loathes it. Especially when pain is involved.
The helpless cries of the young wolf pierced through his ears and for a second, he wished he was just deaf. Outside he could hear Billy, tired and full of pain, and the soothing words of Sam. He didn't want to imagine, what he must go through, how he himself would feel, would it be Edward, Jasper or Emmett lying infront of him. The mere thought broke his heart.
Jacob was tough, way tougher than Carlisle would ever have thought and again, he felt a wave of compassion for the young man. He was strong, way too strong for his own good. His body burned the painkillers in mere seconds and if he would be human, he would passed out long before. But he was not. And so he had to suffer.
Just one bone and it was done. Carlisle eyes wander over the pain wrenched face of Jacob and he pressed his eyes shut. A loud scream pierced through the air and was accompanied with a horrible crack. The silence that followed was deafening.
Hastily he packed his stuff and made his way outside. The fresh air hit him and he instantly felt reliefed. The air didn't necessarily smelled better, not with all the wolves around, but Jacobs pain weighed heavily on him.
Bella looked at him with puffy eyes.
"He asked for you."
His voice was quiet and strong, he tried to left the horrofic scenes he had just witnessed out of his words. Immediatley she made her way inside, eager and hopeful and Carlisles prayed, that Jacob would recover soon.
As he was leaving he felt something.
He could not identify it, it was too new and too volatile. He spinned around and scanned his surroundings. His eyes landed on the only female member of the pack.
Leah Clearwater, he instantly remember, daughter of Harry Clearwater, who died not long ago.
Her dark eyes were wide and shocked, confused he searched them. He expected to find hatred or disgust, but to his suprise, he could not find any of them.
As soon as his eyes landed on hers, he felt something stir. Before the could think about it, he heard Billy approach. He cut the connection with her and stared at Billy. The older man, though way younger in years than him, thanked him sincerely. He put his hand out and Carlisle, still in awe, shook it.
He made his way to the forrest, feeling drained and tired but something made him stop.
The wind had changed and he caught up a scent. He could smell the wolves and their- as Rosalie charmingly put it - stench, he could smell Billy but there was something else. He could not put his finger on it.
Little did he know, that this scent would have more power over him, that he could have ever imagined.
On this evening something awoke in Carlisle. Something, he never though possible, something, that would change his existence for ever.