A/N: It's short, but it's almost over. 3
Edward's mind was immediately flagged with Callie's thoughts as he saw little Sophie through her eyes. He bolted towards the cabin that he could smell her in, literally chucking werewolves out of the way, leaving a trail of mangled mutt-limbs in his wake.
Meanwhile, Callie and Jacob glared at each other in the dim light of the small room. "You can't take my daughter away from me," Callie growled.
"I don't see how you care. It took you a year to come for her. I think," he paused, mocking her, "that qualifies as neglect."
Callie lunged at him, only to be stopped by Edward, who, at light speed, had opened the door and grabbed her. "Not in front of Sophie, my love," he whispered paternally.
Jacob heard him anyway. "Yes, not in front of my daughter. You know, it's not like a leech could even raise a child." His lips curled up in a half sneer, half grin.
The words hit her deep, and mentally, she stumbled. Jacob took advantage of this; he was on top of the table and leaping through the air towards Callie, shifting into a wolf as he went. He reached out a long-clawed paw, ready to swat at her and hold her down. He was preparing to tear her apart.
Edward was too fast, though. Mid-air, Edward grabbed Jacob's extended paw, yanking it with a sickening crack to an unhealthy backwards position. He, at the same time, shoved his other hand at Jacob's chest, breaking the ribs. Jacob went flying across the room, hitting the wall and cracking the wood.
Edward looked towards Callie, and said quietly, "Get Sophie." Callie swiftly walked past Jacob's mangled but breathing body and picked up her daughter. Sophie, though she hadn't seen her mother since her birth, practically, recognized her, cooing in her mother's arms.
The lovers nodded at each other, and Callie stepped out of the cabin with a single thought. It surprised Edward to hear it, considering the events of the day. It was simple, and if one didn't know better, it could be considered pitiful.
Don't kill him.
The emphasis lay on "kill," and Edward took that to mean "everything but." While Callie walked calmly away from that little house, she smiled at the sound of more bones breaking.