Jacob POV

Her arm crushed into my chest and I felt the wall give a little underneath my weight. Damn she was strong. I looked at her utterly confused. Her eyes darkened as she stared at me, hard and uncaring. "Just don't," was the last thing I heard before she was out the door.

I turned to run after her, but thought better of it. I'd stay way behind. I turned to the guys, Sam in particular. "Maybe if she's angry at them, it's better?" I questioned nervously. Sam nodded curtly towards the door, nodding in agreement and simultaneously telling me I needed to go after her.

The Cullens didn't leave on their own. Something big, something powerful took them out of Forks. We could smell the outsiders from miles away, their scent was strong and warm in the air. I was able to pick Edwards scent out immediately, following it into the clearing, hoping Bella was with him. Instead, I found the foreign scent and his scent mingled together in the same area where that grass was stained with Bella's blood. Foolishly, I thought Edward lost a fight and Bella was killed. My brothers searched the area and found that the strange vampires had come with a match to each and every one of the Cullens. They all had someone to fight, and they all fought from the looks of the area.

I can't tell Bella this, she'll never let go of him. I know it's selfish of me, but it doesn't matter. Edward should've fought harder; he should've been there for her. He should have never done it to begin with! Fury rose to the surface as I chased after Bella, at a much slower speed than usual. Her scent was easy to follow, even as a vampire she still smelled of flowers. She was better off if she didn't know, at least now she has a chance; and so do I.

I stopped at the tree line, far away from her. She was angry, she was screaming. My heart ached, I wanted to reach out and pull her into me, to comfort her. Her hands were glowing, and I realized what she was doing. She was throwing those energy orbs into the water, one after another after another. I could hear her screaming and snarling, still.

After a while, I saw her sink to her knees. Her body shook violently; she looked like she was crying. I sprinted up to her – not wasting a moment – I wrapped my arms around her and scooped her into my chest. She was so very cold against my bare chest.

"Shh, sweetheart, shh. You'll be okay." I cooed in her ear as her body shook in my arms. Her eyes were shut tightly and her face was tight and contorted. I pulled her closer to me, kissing her forehead. "You'll be okay, you're never going to be alone again," I whispered into her skin. "I love you," I murmured. I'm sure she heard me, but there was no response.

I pushed myself up into a standing position, still cradling her in my arms. Slowly, I walked back to my house. She never moved and inch, but her face relaxed. I knew she wasn't asleep, she could never sleep. She just needed to rest, to think. My poor Bella, she was such a mess.

I pushed open the door and as I entered four sets of eyes caught mine. I nodded once and turned to go to my room.

I laid Bella down softly on my bed, then turned around and shut the door. I positioned myself behind her and wrapped a blanket around us. I draped my arms over her small – but toned – body protectively. I took a deep breath, breathing in her new, different scent. It still burned my nose a bit, but not so much as before.

I felt her body relax beneath mine after a few minutes, aware of where she was. She wasn't asleep, but she wasn't awake either. She was in her mind, fighting with her pain. I would not leave her to this battle alone; I will stay with for as long as she needed me too. I would fight for Bella, against anything and everyone. Slowly, my vision started getting hazy, as I drifted in and out of consciousness, with an angel in my arms.