Hello everyone! Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter! That was seriously a wicked long and intense thing to write! I hope you all were able to see what I saw in my mind. As for this chapter I am sorry it is not nearly as long as the last but it is sweet. I hope you enjoy it and please as always I apologize for any spelling oops. Also please, please; PLEASE review! I am not sure where all this is heading but where ever it goes I think it will be pretty wicked!

*Jacob's point of view*

Hermione. No illusions, no imposters, it's her; it is really her. My heart almost completely stopped as our eyes met. She is bleeding, swaying on her good leg, clothes ripped, hair barely in a ponytail anymore, completely out of breath; and one hell of a sight for sore eyes. In her shaky hand is a handgun, the fresh smoke still lingering out of its barrel. Everything will be alright, I know it will be. She is here, standing here in front of me; and I will never let her go again.

"Mr. Black…Thank you for listening." Her words came out as a whisper. I can tell that she is trying to remain strong; attempting to not show how absolutely tired she is; the overwhelming pain she must be in. I just want to hold her; I want to hold her and take away all the pain and worry she is in. She hides it well, she always does but I know the truth; she can't hide everything. Every minute I spend with her I learn more and more about her; her tricks, secrets, and so much more.

"Rosalie…Please… May I have my wand?" Hermione made a weak attempt to hobble closer to us; Rosalie gladly closed the distance and released the wand to its rightful owner. Accepting the gift Hermione took her fighting pose; even though she is beyond exhausted and clearly in pain she remained on alert, quickly scanning the black smoke then returning her attention to the lifeless body resting in front of us.

"Hermione? What is it?" Rosalie could not conceal the worry in her voice, her hands slowly moving along with the wobbling girl incase her legs failed her.

"It is not over. It is not dead yet." Following Hermione's cue we all began to form a circle around the bleeding monster. How could it not be dead yet? She shot it right in the head; never the less Hermione is always right as I watched in terror as the sleeping demon started to come back to life. It is like watching its death all over again, but this time like a movie rewinding itself back to the beginning. All the blood that escaped the open wound started to retreat back to its owner and in doing so the large hole closed itself.

Little by little the monster started to rise, bit by bit it began to change, suddenly the girl that mistook us all for Hermione transformed. It is not a girl anymore, it's not even human; it loomed over us as its long black cloak flowed in the wind, its long claws extended out from the depths of the rags, a hood concealed its mysterious face, the only sign that anything even existed somewhere in that darkness is vicious fangs inching out from a gapping mouth. It is as if the world suddenly became incased in a thick layer of ice, the chill in the air is so intense it literally is making it difficult to breathe. The landscape around the black demon started to wither and die; death hung in the air so strong that I wouldn't be surprised to find a hundred dead bodies hidden the in the depths of the black smoke. The monster overshadowed us, it has to be at least 7 maybe 8 feet tall; hard to tell with whatever it is hanging off of it. But as every ounce of happiness is being drained from my heart whatever is left dropped to my stomach. It's one of those things; the thing Hermione was killing earlier and this one is the biggest of them all.

"Everyone get behind me." Hermione's words seem so distant; the intense chill in the air, the lack of happiness, the death of hope. It is hard to concentrate; hard to even breath. I lost track of everyone, the Cullen's, Bella, even Hermione. It is like my mind and soul is being engulfed by a giant frozen avalanche that is crashing all around me, suffocating my very being and incasing me in an ice tomb.

This is it; this is what death feels like. It's cold, so cold; like being lost in the depths of the darkness. There is no hope, no future. But wait a minute, this cannot be happening. There is so much I want to do, so much more I need to do. I want to live, I want to keep breathing. Can this really be the end?

I am not ready to die.

A small hand grasped mine, at first the touch seemed so distant but the feeling slowly started to ignite my senses. That small sensation rekindled the fire in my heart; a lite tug on my last lifeline reminding me that I still have something to hold onto, something worth hanging onto. I can feel the warmth radiating all around me; filling the void with happiness, hope, and love. I had closed my eyes in the darkness, afraid of that I would find once I finally looked at what's in front of me but honestly I am more afraid of what I would not find. The fear of being alone, terrified of opening my eyes and finding myself the last one standing; the only one remaining. Standing face to face with myself. Yet as the hand still clinging to mine tightened I realized that I am not alone. I cannot see her, but I know the hand that I am holding right now belongs to Hermione, my soulmate. If I open my eyes I will not see darkness, I will not see the wolf that haunts my dreams; snarling for me to follow him into the depths of the mysterious forest. I will not be standing alone.

I opened my eyes, took a deep breathe, and braced myself. I will survive, I have to survive; this is not up for discussion. I will not keep letting this darkness overpower me; I will not let the inner wolf win. This is my life, this is my choice. I want to live; I want to live by my standards, by my beliefs, my rules. I am the one in control; not the wolf. It is my life, not his and he can't have it. Have a reason to be here, a purpose on this earth. I know that I will forever be part of the mysterious wolf that coincides inside my heart, but I will also be with my imprint for the rest of my life. From this moment on I will never allow myself to give into the darkness again.

The smoke is now a raging vortex. The black demon is menacing as it emerged from the smoke. The wind is so strong it is like standing in the center of a tornado. The hollowing of the storm is deafening, the ground shaking as rocks are being sucked into the black twister. I locked eyes onto Hermione, she is holding onto my hand, holding on as if she were to let go she too might be pulled into the cyclone. I cannot see anyone else, all I can see is her and that is all I need. She glanced back at me, pure terror written all over her face. I cannot hear her, but her grip on my hand is weakening and I can feel her pulling away. I held on; I will never let her go again. I refuse to let go of her hand. The wind is getting more and more intense; I would not be surprised if we somehow got swept away to the gates of hell, the icy grip of death pulling on our souls. A gust of black smoke smashed into us yet I still held onto her hand. Quickly I opened my eyes searching for her. She is focused on demon that has merged with the storm, creating a gigantic monster of pure darkness. Her hand is violently shaking, the mental battle within her heart finally taking a physical toll. Hermione's wishes and happiness were lost and a crusade against the human instinct to live is inevitable. She is desperate to live and scared of dying. It is one thing to accept death but when you are truly looking death head on the truth comes out. No one wants to die.

I can feel her fear. I know deep down that she does not want to let go. I know that she wants to live; but somehow, somewhere she allowed herself to believe that she no longer deserves to live and that her life is not worthy of saving. Her sunglasses got swept away, and with a desperate tug she realized that I am not letting go. Her eyes frantically found mine, she is looking at me with no filters, no longer hiding behind the projected reflection her sunglasses gave; the image of an emotionless girl. For the first time I am looking at the real Hermione, the young girl who is terrified, that wants a normal life. A girl who did not ask for any of this and that even though she keeps walking on with all the weight in the entire world she doesn't want to walk alone. She just wants to rest. She just wants someone to tell her that everything will be ok.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her grip tighten on my hand. As every ounce of happiness and life continued to be drawn into the eye of the storm fueling the beast within, but somehow I cannot help but find inner peace. I don't know how but I just know deep down that we will survive this, Hermione will find a way to keep the light alive. I believe in her.

I gave her hand a light squeeze and flashed her my trade mark smile. My words were lost in the storm, absorbed into the furious wind. But somehow she heard my voice, my thoughts and feelings were able to reach her. She returned her attention back to the enormous demon before us and aimed her wand right at its core. An eruption of white light exploded out from her wand that spun and twirled all around us. The light took on the appearance of giant waves that splashed against the black walls of smoke and from out of the waves seals made out of light danced in and out of the water crashing themselves into the demon. The light is so warm and powerful it is absolutely blinding, the earth shaking and literally breathing new life as it took in Hermione's light. A shriek split through the air as the demon started to wither and crumble, using the remaining smoke to spin a barrier between itself and the waves of light still gushing from Hermione's wand. Hermione's grip on my hand suddenly became tight as a final blast of white light roared into massive tidal wave, finally washing away the rest of the blackness.

A calmness swept through the field as the remains of the black demon floated up towards the now lightening sky. Tiny specs of light delicately drifted up towards the sun; the earth and air thawing, melting away the memory of the darkness that had engulfed everything in an icy slab. I still have a hold of Hermione's shaky hand; her back is toward me. Her entire body is now violently trembling as her knees finally gave way.

Kneeling on the damp earth she released a deep sigh. After what seemed like an eternity she finally looked over her shoulder, her eyes searching for mine. It is like the entire world stopped turning. Her eyes glistened as the rising sun illuminated her face. I have never seen eyes as beautiful as hers; a chocolate brown that is one hundred percent unique to her. They are the key, the entry way into the depths of her soul. I now know why she wears those sunglasses; it is because her eyes truly give away everything. When you look into her eyes, it is like reading her entire book from the cover to the very last page.

I can seriously look into her eyes forever, completely memorized by her gaze. Eyes filled with a softness and kindness; a tenderness that cannot be put into words. After tonight I learned that Hermione's life has not been easy; a life stabbed with pain and fear when it should have been overflowing with happiness and laughter. You would think that someone who has only seen all the evil the world can hold would have wickedness and harshness craved into their eyes. Dead; hollowed out of all life, and drained of any light. But hers are so much different, so much more. Even after everything that has happened; after every wrong turn, bad dream, hardship, and every door being slammed closed in her face. Her eyes are still vibrant, still bursting with pure innocent light.

A weak smile was all she could muster as her body began to relax, her eyes slowly closing as all of her remaining energy faded away. I held onto her as she finally gave into a peaceful well deserved sleep, and held her while I watched the sun rise over the timeless trees.

To Be Contuined…