A/N: Uhm, Amun's POV. I'm on a roll with the drabbles!(; Review!
Alistair had fled. This was a bad sign. Obviously he had felt something, or he wouldn't have run.
I was putting my coven at risk. My mate, Kebi, and Benjamin, my power, in danger. Would I lose everything for an old friend?
The Volturi were not a force to be reckoned with. A brawl with them meant death in an eighth of a second, at most.
When I tried to argue my point with Carlisle, I knew I wouldn't win with his logic. He had a century's worth of information more than me. He knew how things would work.
I couldn't win.
So I pitifully hoped for the best. It would have to do.