A/N: It's a difficult part in the story. I'm trying my hardest to get it out to you. Sorry it's taking so long.

Edward took Callie in his arms, holding her as everyone gathered in the front yard, preparing to bolt through the forests towards La Push. She had been distant from him through the planning, and he knew from her thoughts that she was bitter for his secret. As he held her, she fumed slightly, trying desperately to resent him for the withholding of her daughter.

"Try to understand," he whispered, "I did it for you. No good would have come from a premature attack, Callie, and I couldn't have you hurt." She could hear the honesty in his velvet voice, but she could also sense the attempt at persuasion. She scowled.

"Do not try and sway me," she spat sourly.

"I'm only trying to love you," he said.

Her angry complexion melted into a pout rather quickly, as if her resolve was already soft as butter. She muttered an apology, then enjoyed his embrace more thoroughly.

"Come on, love muffins, I have to show this newbie what fighting is all about!" Emmett shouted, taking off with Nate into the woods at top speed. Jasper and Alice were next, with Carlisle and Esme close behind and frowning. Edward and Callie were about to go as well, when Rosalie stopped Callie.

"I'm sorry, Callie," she said stiffly. "I never meant to fail."

Callie bit her lip. "We'll succeed tonight, Rose. Thank you for trying…and welcome home."

Rosalie nodded and ran into the shadows of the trees. Edward looked to his lover compassionately, took her hands, and led her into the wilderness.

They ran for miles, enjoying the wind as they traversed miles in instances, and regrouped at the border of the reservation, not willing to enter without the whole group. Emmett spoke first.

"There's a dog doing rounds," he said, "but it passed just before we got here without sensing us. We should head in now."

"Or we could take it out," Nate said playfully.

"Yeah, eliminate one," Rosalie agreed.

"No," Jasper refuted. "Taking out one will alert the others. We need them all surprised so they can't surprise us."

"As if they could sneak up behind us with that stench," Emmett said sourly, remember the awful smell.

Edward spoke up. "We should go in now, attack right where Sophie is. If we can grab her without killing any of them, that'd be best."

Callie growled at the suggestion of sparing them, but didn't disagree. At that, the family took off once more, this time in the perfect formation for reconnaissance.

The wolves were more prepared then the Cullens had expected, and as they approached, Edward, picking up the thoughts of a rogue dog, sent Nate to take it down. The werewolf had his daughter.

Nate took off willingly, the idea of apprehending his niece and taking down a wolf terribly exciting to him. It might be the only wolf going down tonight, and he was glad to take the opportunity.

Only after Nate was gone did Edward pick up the second rogue's thoughts. They were going to trade Sophie to confuse Nate. They had thought ahead, anticipating the choices of the vampires. This bother Edward, and he sent Rosalie, who growled with pleasure and took off after Nate.

Edward took a moment to think, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," before they descended upon the small town.

Callie took the lead, immediately searching out Jacob with a snarl. They just had to fight the dogs, not kill them, for long enough so that Sophie could be gathered up. Callie, however, had no intention of stopping at a few scrapes. Edward knew this. He didn't stop her.

The scuffle started. Biting and clawing made up the background music to the melody of growls and screams.

Nate shot deftly through the trees, blurring with the scenery, following the scent. It was somehow familiar, but the familiarity was too mussed with the reek of dog that he ignored it. Among the smells was that of a baby. He followed it.

It was a surprise when Rosalie appeared beside him, perfect hair rippling furiously in the wind. She mouthed "Two wolves," and that was all it took.

"You get the kid," he said, knowing she would not fail. He followed her until the trail split, then ran west to her north.

Callie couldn't find the alpha dog, and was contented to terrify the young wolves out of the way of the fight. She knew they had nothing to do with this plan, no say in the happenings, and would rather they didn't get hurt.

The numbers were greater than they had expected from Rosalie's reports, even without Jacob. They were handling the situation, of course. Edward was just waiting for the return of Nate and Rose, so they could leave this all behind.

He noticed Callie's thoughts, suddenly driven to distraction. She had caught Jacob's scent and began to follow it. He hadn't the time to chase after her, though. Esme had her hands full with Embry, and she needed help.

Callie wrinkled her nose, trying the air once again. Jacob was inside?

She opened the door cautiously to see him sitting at a table too small for his height. He eyed her without speaking.

"Where's my daughter?" She whispered.

He scowled. "She is my daughter as well, leech."

It didn't take any more than that to send Callie leaping through the air, razor-sharp nails slicing at him already. Her fury could not be contained, and the wolf was on the ground in a split second. She held him down with her impressive strength, claws digging into his flesh and teeth bared. "Give me one reason not to kill you, you worthless mutt," she growled into his face. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but looked to the side of the table he had sat at.

There, in the shadows, was her daughter.

Rosalie was on the wolf in less than two minutes. She dived through the underbrush and pinned him by the neck to the ground. There was no baby.

"Where is she?" Rosalie's beautiful face disappeared in a monstrous sneer, and the young wolf feared for his life. He didn't answer fast enough, and her impatience manifested itself in a swift blow to the head that would take weeks to heal. When she had a moment to look, she noticed a soft pink blanket in the clenched fists of the brain-dead brute. She took off towards Nate.

He was already heading towards her, and they almost collided.

"It was," she started.

"A decoy," he finished.

Together, they growled and turned towards the settlement.