Hours had passed as we raced around and around between Forks and La Push and as we neared Forks for the umpteenth time, I knew this was going to be it. Commands and directions were shouted in the mind link, keeping everyone on their toes and on the lookout for any more trouble as we encountered more and more leeches. Each one was taken down swiftly and I wondered if the redhead had bothered training them or if she just let brand new vampires loose on the town. I could hear the road noise from the one oh one and knew that we needed to finish this quickly. No more humans needed to die because of these demons.
Paul, Jared, and Jake took down several more vampires between them and a quick calculation showed me that only two were left, just as they came into view. A blonde leech ran beside Victoria, as if they were taunting us, heading closer and closer to La Push with every side swipe. They danced around us, playing some sick game and heading straight toward Bella to end it. An enraged roar left my foaming muzzle at the thought of these two ticks getting any closer to Bella and the reservation. The blonde leech twisted around as we came upon them, his face mottled with his own kind of rage. The sound of crashing waves below the cliffs we now stood on for the third time this night echoed off the trees. The moon hid behind transparent gray clouds and the heavy fog lowered from the cliff tops to the ocean below, giving the forest an eerie glow. I knew if I looked south, I'd be able to see the porch light at my house. If I honed my hearing just right, I'd be able to make out Bella's sweet heartbeat. That meant if I could, so could they. We were too close for comfort, we always had been. Now seeing that we had taken out their army, the leech locked eyes with me and I could see the hungry look in those unsettling red orbs as he brought his arm back, his fingers shaped like claws. I saw Victoria duck under Jared as he jumped for her before leaping onto a tree and holding on like a monkey. Her mouth was fixed in a sick smirk as she watched the rest of the pack circle below. I growled low in my throat as I ran into her henchman head first, the crown of my head slamming into his stone like stomach so hard that I saw stars but it knocked him back several feet...Not before his claws grabbed the scruff of my neck and I felt his nails slice through my thick wolf pelt like it was wet tissue paper. He bent low, digging his hand into the ground to stop his backward descent, his mouth twisted in a vile hiss.