Sorry couple chapters ago, when I said that the werewolves were keeping tabs on Bella and that they knew she had been changed into a werewolf, I meant vampire. A watchful reviewer told me.
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I groaned as I took a blow to my arm. She was tugging at it, and it was threatening to come off. Well, I loosened up and made myself as light as I could, so instead of just getting my arm, she got the rest of me, which meant I was still in one piece. I was still together, but I was worried about Edward. He was losing.
I ran over and tried to help him, but was stopped by 6 vampires in the process. This was futile. We couldn't win. There were just too many of them and too little of us.
I screamed as I felt a hand pulling my head back. Suddenly they all tensed and stopped with their fighting.
I heard a growl. Not from a vampire. But from a werewolf.
PPOV
One hour ago
I was still talking on the phone with Andrew.
After telling me Bella's story, I wanted to know more. I wanted to know all his secrets. I wanted to know everything he knew.
He told me the werewolf legends, about Taha Aki and the third wife. I was crying at the end of that story. He told me about the werewolves of La Push that he had been living with. He was a wonderful storyteller, or at least I thought so.
Suddenly, he stopped in the middle of a sentence.
"I'm sorry, Pooh, I've got to go," he said, sounding urgent.
I knew that something had come up, something to do with his werewolf duties.
"Okay, Andrew. I'll call you later. Be safe," I told him and hung up.
Something was up. And it was big. And I would figure it out.
BPOV
I looked straight at Jacob. I hadn't seen him in forever. I still hadn't forgiven him for leaving me, or at least calling me to explain.
Though Edward had healed my wound, there was still a small paper cut where Jacob has been. I didn't like him anymore after Edward came back. I never liked him that way. I think the worst feeling is having a friend move on without me.
Jacob stared at me, his eyes apologetic. I scanned the pack. There was a new wolf. He was a hard to describe color, sort of auburn. That must be Andrew.
My eyes went over to the vampires. They all looked so evil… In fact, they all looked happy, as if accepting a challenge.
Suddenly, the fight switched out of pause an started again, as if someone had a remote that pressed play.
Immediately, the wolves started fighting the vampires of Victoria's coven.
Jacob was taking down an evil black-haired vampire. Sam was fighting one whose power was obviously telepathy as he was up in the air. Paul was fighting a girl who looked to be no more than six, but appearances were deceiving. The girl was winning.
Edward was fighting a small blonde. She was very beautiful, and she wore a pure white dress. She looked like a spirit, or one of those elves you read about in those fantasy books.
She had Edward using all his might. They were about evenly matched, and I could only gaze in wonder at Edward's agility and the way his muscles rippled when he fought. He was so heart-breakingly perfect…
This was no time for ogling.
I ran over and tried to help Edward, but there were too many vampires.
Suddenly, I felt I was thrown up and hit a tree behind me, hard. I could feel my back throbbing.
Vampires weren't supposed to feel pain.
I fell on the ground, crumpled.
I looked up to see a small teenage vampire approach me. He was dark-haired, and his eyes sunk in deep, giving him a ghost-like look.
He smiled at me, looking even scarier.
All of a sudden, I felt weak. Very weak, and tired, like the air around me was made of mud, and I had been fighting it for hours.
That must be the boy's power, I thought. What a pity, he's only maybe 13 and he's already facing the cruel world. How could I feel sympathetic at a time like this? The boy was trying to kill me!
I heard a car coming along fast. There shouldn't be a human here. No human would ever go to the middle of the woods.
But it was true. There was a human, and I could smell her.
I looked up with the last of my strength, only to meet the terrified eyes of Pooh.
And Pooh has arrived! Can she save the day?
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