Kelly's POV

The other werewolves that missed the fight were already at Billy's house when we got there. I had never seen them all so somber, as if someone had died. My thoughts of that happening had lessened on the walk over here. Jacob had become conscious halfway here and started cussing up a storm. He somehow managed to transfer a little more into a human but he still had a tail, pointy ears, and his body was way more harrier than what it usually was. I had small doubt that he would die but it was still there. He was only awake for a minute and it ended so abruptly I wasn't the only one who had thought he had died.

Quil sat me at the kitchen table while Sam and Paul laid Jake on the couch. He moaned a little in his sleep but was otherwise still. The guys stood hovering over him until Billy came into the room with a bag sitting on his lap. The guys all stood aside for him. Quil blocked my view of what was going on when he began working on my injuries. I had been so distracted by Jake I hadn't realized I was in so much pain.

Sam and Embry took off after Billy had done everything he could, which was not all that much. He was in pain and it was torturing me not to be able to fix it. After awhile the guys had transferred Jacob to the bedroom. I had laid gently next to him, trying to carefully not wake him. In his sleep he pulled me closer. I really hoped I wasn't hurting him.

After lying there for awhile, watching him sleep, I heard the front door open. There was a murmur of voices getting closer to the bedroom. I knew he was a vampire as soon as he walked in. I looked at Billy with wide eyes. I couldn't believe he had let a bloodsucker into his house without a fight. He must have been a Cullen, but even if, they weren't allowed on their land.

"Kelly, this is Doctor Carlisle Cullen. He's going to help Jacob," Billy said in a steady voice. His eyes were away from the bed, away from Jacob. It must have been hard for him to see his son so mangled.

I sat up but before I could try to stand Jacob grabbed my wrist. His wide eyes were now staring at me. "Don't go," he said breathlessly. His chest was moving rapidly and he looked terrified.

"Okay, I won't. I'm going to just sit over there." He tried to hold onto me but was too weak. I limped over to the corner where there was a chair.

"Are you okay?" He coughed out when he saw me limping. He tried to sit up but Carlisle pushed him back down.

"Jacob you need to relax. I'll take a look at her ankle once I fix you up. You are starting to heal. If I don't reset your bones you won't heal correctly."

I didn't want to see this but I had to stay with him. Even with the medicines Carlisle pumped into his system he was still crying out in pain. I tried to keep my tears at bay but it was so hard to watch him be in so much pain. It was only got worse when Carlisle had to re-break a bone in his arm. The small vampire, Alice, came in after awhile to help hold him down. I wanted to tell them to stop to get away from him but I wanted him to be okay. I just hoped he would be alright.

After an hour of this torture they finally left him alone. Carlisle came towards me to fix my ankle. I jumped when he touched me. His hands were freezing cold. "Sorry," he apologized. I just nodded. "Jacob should be okay."

I glanced over to Jake. He had passed out a few minutes ago. I wasn't sure if the medicine was truly helpful since Carlisle didn't know how much to give him. The pain showed on his face even in his sleep. I wanted to destroy the monsters that did this to him, but thankfully the guys had already taken care of that.

"Should? You don't really know."

"Well, I've never treated a werewolf before. If he were human then he wouldn't have a chance but he's already started healing. He will be in pain for awhile but I think in about a week, maybe two, he should be back to normal."

Bella's POV

Carlisle and Alice were in the front room with Billy when we arrived. The wolves had taken to the porch until they left. They were grateful for Carlisle being there and all but they were still on edge around them. Embry was a bit more composed then when we left. He was gripping a hand a little too tight but I wasn't going to complain about it.

"How is he," Embry asked him.

"He should be fine in about week or so. He's a strong kid. We had to re-break some of his bones but I gave him medication. He is sleeping now."

"How's Kelly," I asked. She had to be terrified now. I can remember when I first saw vampires that weren't the Cullens. That was why we were in this situation in the first place.

"She has a sprained ankle but she's alright. She's in the back with Jacob. She has taken this better to be expected. She is only worried about Jacob now."

I squeezed Embry's hand. "Thank you Carlisle. I can't possibly tell you how much I appreciate this."

He smiled at me. "It was no trouble Bella." He turned to Billy. "I will return a little later to check on him and to give him another dosage. If you need me Bella knows how to reach me."

Billy shook his hand. "Thank you for helping out my boy."

"It was my pleasure. It's not every day I get to operate on a werewolf."

There was a soft click then light footsteps came this way. Kelly looked almost unrecognizable. She was limping pretty badly. She leaned against the wall to take pressure off of her leg. There were scrapes from trees all over her arms and a few on her face. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. I had never really seen her not looking her best before. She always said the way she looked would affect how her day would turn out. She looked so worn out and exhausted. Her jeans had a hole and mud stains on them. She was wearing one of Jacob's shirts that were extremely baggy on her. This was what happened after one fight. What would happen to her when the actual war started?

"I will bring crutches with me when I return," Carlisle offered.

"Thank you," she murmured then looked at Embry. "Did you get the third one?"

"Third? There were only two."

She ran her hand through her hair, tugging at it at the ends. "No there was someone else with Kenneth and Greg."

"Who?" Embry asked confused.

"That were the names of the guys you killed. I went to school with them in Seattle but anyway there was a third guy. He didn't attack us though. He just watched the fight. I think he was afraid of Jake. They all looked pretty freaked when he changed."

"That seems logical. They had the same knowledge of the werewolves' existence as you once had," Carlisle explained. Alice stood next to him with a frown on her face. I think she was trying to get a vision which we all knew wouldn't be possible with the wolves around.

"Jared, Leah, and Seth are sweeping the area. If he's still out there they'll get him."

I felt horrible. It was dreadful to have strangers get killed around you but it was even worse when you knew them. Kelly had to watch people she knew be slaughtered. Even though they were attacking her it was still awful.

"We will keep a watch out on our side of the line as well. We will leave now to fill in the family." With a few parting handshakes they were both gone. Embry headed toward Jacob's room, which left me to follow.

"Stay quiet," Kelly warned behind us. "He needs his rest."

Jacob was sprawled out on his double bed. Most of his body was bandaged and the other part was bruised. He was breathing slowly. I think whatever Carlisle gave him took away the pain. I t was hard to look at him. I had never seen Jacob so beat up before. I always had the image in my head that the werewolves were indestructible. Now that I know they aren't…I would do anything to end this all.

Jasper's POV

The Seattle police were going crazy, swarming around like bees. Two high school students had gone missing a few days ago. Parents were worried sick and no one knew where they were. Similar stories flashed all over the news. This was bizarre but to humans it would just seem like wild animals, as they have been reporting it. I was far from human though, and thinks were starting to make much more sense. Everything was planned to perfectly and at the same time. There was no way for it to be coincidence. I felt foolish for even considering it was only that before. Victoria had stolen Benito's tactic; she had raised an army of newborns.