A/N: The plot thickens...

The moon was low and red on the horizon, throwing a morbid light through the window and over the family in their bed. Edward sighed with a quiet happiness that even in her sleep, Callie could feel. The world was at bay and he had a daughter that he could call his own. 'Beautiful Sophie...' There was nothing that could ruin this night, or so he thought.

In his relaxation, his mind wandered. He thought of the future, of raising Sophie with Callie. In his head, Callie was still young. Suddenly, something flickered across his mind. His eyes opened wide, seeing perfectly even in darkness.

"No…" He whispered. How could this happen? Of course; Alice couldn't see the werewolves.

"Yes." Jacob Black's voice came out of the shadows. "Be quiet, leech. You don't want to wake my daughter's mother." He spoke in more of a growl. "I just want the girl."

Edward slipped his arm out from under Callie. "Over my dead body."

"That won't be so hard, bloodsucker," Jacob said, leaping for the baby.

Edward intercepted him with such force that they flew through the drywall into Callie's room. Callie was shaken awake. Edward had Jacob by the neck, pinned to the ground. Sophie woke with a start and began to cry. In an instant, Jasper was at the door and about to help Edward attack.

"No! Get them out of here!" Edward barked. He lost his grip on Jacob and was thrown across the room. Jasper didn't hesitate, but held his breath and gathered both girls and running back through the house. He ran down the stairs and towards the front door, calling for Alice. She was by his side with the car keys, opening the door.

What they saw would have made their hearts stop beating. The house was surrounded by werewolves. Twelve of them. Emmett was behind them, all of a sudden, cracking his knuckles. "Two to one? Those odds are almost too good!"

Callie clutched onto Jasper with desperate abandon. Jasper tried to calm her and Sophie down, while saying, "Emmett, clear a path."

"Yes, sir," Emmett said, and he took off, followed closely by Jasper. Three werewolves came at them. They went for Sophie and Callie. Emmett sneered and grabbed one of them by the face, throwing him against the trees. The second was knocked onto his back by Alice's tiny foot. The third, though, took advantage of the downfall of his comrades, going straight for Callie. He got her by the neck with two paws before Emmett ripped off one of his legs. The howls of pain sent chills down the spines of the other werewolves. Carlisle and Esme were outside then, lunging for a werewolf each. Rosalie came round the house as well, grabbing a mutt by the tail and throwing him into a bush. Jasper, meanwhile, had run Callie and Sophie to the meadow where Callie had first learned their secret.

Edward showed up suddenly, scowling. "Jacob got away," He said sourly.

"What about Nate and Leah?" Alice said from across the lawn. When no one answered her, she ran back to the house. Edward followed her, while Emmett knocked the final two werewolves' heads together. Rosalie ran after Jasper. Carlisle and Esme split up, Esme running after Rosalie and Carlisle running upstairs.

In their room, Leah was holding Nate in her lap. He was bleeding badly, as was she, but she was healing. He was not.

Carlisle looked at the wounds as objectively as he could. "There's nothing I can do, medically." Edward looked at him closely, as did Leah. She swallowed hard and said;

"Change him into one of you."

"Leah…"

"No! Save him!" She set him down gently, and stood, leaping through the window. The glass shattered everywhere, and they watched as she went in the direction of the meadow.

Carlisle looked at Alice. She nodded. "He'll make it. I'll get the morphine from the kitchen."

Barely conscious, Nate whispered, "You keep morphine in the kitchen?"

"Well, you never know," Edward said.

"Huh."

"Edward," Carlisle interjected, "find Callie and Sophie." Edward left the room immediately and bolted for the forest, following the thoughts of his family. In the lawn, he saw Emmett carefully tying up each unconscious werewolf.

"Wouldn't want them to disappear again," Emmett said as Edward ran by. Halfway through the forest, he could still hear him whistling. He also heard the cries of his family.

"No!" Rosalie screamed. He ran faster, breaking the edge of the meadow to see her racing after a werewolf. In the center, amongst the wildflowers, sat Jasper and Esme and Callie, who was bleeding as badly as her brother was.

"Where's Sophie?" He shouted unnecessarily. Jasper's thoughts told him all he needed to know; Leah had run through, surprising them, and sweeping up Sophie in her passing. Only Rosalie reacted fast enough, chasing the werewolf into the woods.

Edward rushed to Callie's side, where Esme was using shreds of her skirt to try and stop the bleeding. Jasper was using every ounce of his energy to keep Callie's heart at as low a rate as he could to keep the bleeding down. Edward stroked his lover's hair, still red as fire despite the light fading from her green eyes. He bit his lip, unsure of what to do. The idea of changing two humans in one day was preposterous, but what could he do? He couldn't lose her.

Alice suddenly was in the clearing, clothes straining against her body with her speed. "Do it, Edward, now! She's going to die!" Those words were all Edward needed; he couldn't risk losing her. Alice carried a clear bottle and a syringe in her hands, and it took Edward a minute to realize it was morphine.

"Morphine? Genius!" Exclaimed Jasper. Alice loaded the syringe at lightening speed and injected Callie over and over until the bottle was empty.

Jasper's brief excitement bled over into Edward's mind. Right before he bit her, he thought, "I'll have her, forever."