I wasn't sure at the depth of the conversation Renesmee and Jasper were getting into, but it was taking a while, and I was okay with that. I was able to slow down, and talk to Jacob and Sam about what I knew, what I was living with now.

She joined you after you got lost in the woods? After the Cullen boy left you there? Sam asked bluntly, after a few minutes of m monologue. I took a deep, shuddering breath. Wherever my body was right now I wondered if it was starting to load up the fireworks. The ringing in my ears was starting. I tried to divert myself.

"Yeah. She was actually there when you carried me back Sam."

I didn't see her.

"She'd gone away from my body. Like I am now. I'm sitting way back that way, chilling with Jasper."

A cold snarl ran through all of the wolves in front of me. It shocked me, and I wasn't sure why. Renesmee had always talked about her dislike of the Cullens, although that had been tempered by living with them for a while. The wolves were undoubtedly enemies of vampires, protectors of the tribe. I held up my hands in a gesture of calm.

"I'm fine. I'm safe. I've been living with him, and the other Cullens since the house burned down. They're my family too. They're different to the others of their kind." I said. "You know that.

The wolves quieted down for a moment, though it took them a few exchanged and meaningful glances, and I finally relaxed a little, pulling my hair back from my face. Faster than a bullet, they all shot up again, growling, fierce as a fire.

"What?" I asked.

What is that? On your neck! Sam yelled in my head. My whole spirit self felt as though it had been dipped in ice. I hadn't realised it would be noticeable, but perhaps the wolves had better eyesight than people. The crescent shaped scar on my neck was undoubtedly visible with my new hair positioning.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I said.

The Cullen's have broken the treaty. Are you dead, or has this been some kind of ruse to give them time to escape? Jacob snarled at me.

"Dead? I'm not dead. I'm right here." I pleaded, not understanding what was happening. My heart was racing.

We have to move tonight. Before they kill anyone else. Sam said.

"I'm not dead!" I reiterated. But it was as if the wolves could no longer hear me. They began to run off, back away from the gorge and the river, but I figured it wouldn't be too long.

If you aren't dead, you're turning into one of them, and that's just as dangerous.

Jacob had stayed behind to make the last comment. Then he too, was gone.

I was left in the woods, suddenly feeling an icy dread that had nothing to do with my surroundings. The trees had gone from feeling conquerable, to feeling oppressive. I began to panic. What the hell had just happened? The wolves sounded like they were about to make some kind of attack. From their initial skepticism to their downright belief that I was somehow going to be dangerous to them, the whole conversation had gone totally awry. Left alone in the forest, I fingered the scar on my neck. How was I going to get myself back to my body in time to warn the Cullens? How many wolves exactly were coming for my family? I knew nothing, and had apparently started some kind of civil war for supernaturals. I needed to get Renesmee's attention, so that she might bring me back to my own body. She hadn't yet taught me that trick.

I fingered the scar again, and thought about the night it happened. I thought about the warmth, the cold, the intensity, the passion, the fear. My hearing in this body, disappeared with the pressure building up in my ears again.

Suddenly, I was back in the Cullen house, sitting casually on a couch, surrounded by the Cullens, with Jasper and Renesmee looking panicked at me.

"Breathe. Focus. What the hell happened?" Renesmee asked. "I can't leave you alone for a few hours?" The pressure in my ears was disappearing. Jasper was clearly working his magic. He blasted me with a wave of relaxation so powerful that I began to yawn.

"The wolves. The Quileute pack. They're coming. They saw me, saw my neck, thought I'd died or something. I have no idea how many there are. Jacob's a wolf now, they're coming." I blurted, fighting a string of yawns. I saw Renesmee make a very quick decision and suddenly I was booted out again, watching myself on the couch.

"I can help. But you'll all need to be ready. First of all though - tell me what happened with her neck."

I watched as Alice and Carlisle began explaining the situation that had nearly resulted in my death, and had eventually landed Renesmee with me. My ears started building up with pressure again, but this time, Renesmee gave me no aid. I sat down, in my spirit form, focusing on something, anything to help ease the anguish building inside me. I walked over to a window and glared at the rain outside. I glowered painfully at the drops on the window, until suddenly the window was steaming up. Drops of water that hit it were sizzling off within moments.

"Good." My voice sounded beside my ear. "Focus on that for now. I'll need all that pent up emotion in a moment, so I'll not rob you of it now."

Drip. Sizzle. Drip. Hiss. Drip. Sizzle. I guarded my window, and the small section of grass beneath it diligently. Steam rose in small waves from the ground, a dry circle edging out from where I stood, glowering, breathing. My head was starting to tickle with the beat of a headache. I wasn't sure how long I was there for, but suddenly, I was tapped on the shoulder.

"Bella, they're here. I need you to do your thing."

It's as if the words themselves had the opposite effect. I suddenly lost focus. Unsure. I felt the world coming back into focus as I searched my face, being worn by Renesmee. She pulled her hair aside suddenly, stroking the scar on her neck. I could have sworn I felt it on my own.

"Follow me. Now." Renesmee walked my body out into the open in front of the house. I couldn't see or hear the wolves. All I felt was the rain sizzling off of my hot skin. The warrior shaman beside me stood in front of me. Her eyes were boring into mine. She stood so close we could have kissed. Her skin looked ablaze with excitement, shining somehow. This was something Renesmee was enjoying.

"A night, a glorious night of intimacy. Ice and fire, passion and restraint. Then devastation. Withdrawal. He left you Bella. Edward left you."

I actually cried aloud with the pain this time.

"Copy my actions, listen to my words." She said, less cruelly than her previous statement. She raised her arms like an eagle, stretching out her fingers. I did the same, and could feel the hole in my chest stretching out to my fingertips. I probably looked amusing, or insane. I felt like I was being set alight from the inside with pain. A pain that was turning into fire. I could hear the hissing noise of the rain that dared hit my skin, as it evaporated.

"Visualize a bubble, a fence, encircling the house. a layer of protective fire. And then think about your pain. Your anguish. Feed that fire Bella. Your emotions make you stronger."

I cried out as I thought about Edward's face, his words, the lost moments, the life that was never meant to be, and spreading it out from my fingertips. I thought of the life I'd been robbed of, because of my own ineptitude, my own weaknesses. I felt the pressure release like a dam break. All the emotions were still there, but they felt displaced somehow. It was as thought my body was stretching around the house. Like I had so much more space to feel the emotions. The wider the space, the more area it covered, the less the pain was focused on my chest. I thought hard about pushing the pain like a bubble around the Cullen house. Renesmee smirked, proudly at me, stepping back slightly.

"Atta girl." She said softly. The usually green trees around me were flickering with an orange haze, and I could hear the crackling roar of a fire that I was hoping I was controlling. I didn't dare look back to see it.

Suddenly, there was a black wolf behind Renesmee, erupting from the forest. My eyes opened wider in shock, and Renesmee turned to look behind herself. I could see two wolves in my peripheral vision running from either perimeter of the fire. My fire. The fire that had built an impenetrable wall between both parties in this impromptu war. One of the wolves I recognized as Jacob. He froze solid when he saw me at the helm of the fiery cascade. At least I thought that was what he was frozen about, but a second later, Renesmee froze too, looking straight back at him. I felt - for once - her emotions overpowering my own, a wave of happiness, finality, contentment, joy, elation, love, anticipation and shock hit me like a sack of bricks. I felt the ground around me erupt in flame, as suddenly as the wave of emotion had hit me.

And that's when I blacked out.