While we walked Jacob and Seth were always slightly behind me. When we got to Emily's I hesitated at the door. Emily had always thought I as a threat to her and her wolf pack family.
Jacob sighed and took the closed the few paces between him and me. He rested his hand on my head for a second before knocking on the door.
Sam answered the door, delight spreading across his face, that is, until, he looked down to see me. His expression dulled a bit to a sort of annoyance I didn't fully understand.
There is always an obviously tense atmosphere when Sam and Jacob are together. Jake says it's because, even though they resolved the matter of having two packs, which is a completely different story, that Jacob still has a bit of the Alpha in him and it makes their personality clash. If no part of them were human, were they all wolf, they'd've attacked one another by now. The thought made me shudder.
Sam ushered us in through the grayish doorway. All of the... elders, I guess you could call them, of the pack were there, including Leah, awaiting Jacob's arrival. They were all exhuberant that Jacob was back. They acted as if Jacob was home. That annoyed me. I admit, I'm possesive over Jacob, but don't I have a right to be? Jacob belongs with me. I'm home where he is, and he's home where I am. Not in La Push. The rez wasn't his home anymore! He'd made that desicion years ago.
I could hear a courus of greedings meant for Jake around me.
"Hey... Renesmee?" a voice said, Quil Atera, meaning to sound like a greeting. His voice interupted my thoughts. I relized my eyes had seemed to glaze over and stare blankly at the floor.
"Hi," I muttered embaressedly. I glanced aroun the rom quickly. Emily was washing dishes, Sam was leaning against the kitchen counter, and the rest of the pack was huddled around Jake and me. Everyone was bumbarding Jacob with questions about the fight. It was quite irritating, being in the center of them. I ducked under the huge group and offered to help Emily with the dishes.
Emily threw me a worried-frustrated look. Her ruined features were scowling even more so than usual. "No, no. I've got a handle on this," she said in a low voice.
Jacob craned his neck to see above the people surrounding him. "Er - Ness, we're gonna stratagize. You don't want to hear that stuff right?"
I shook my head. "You can go in the living room. Watch TV or something, kay?"
"Yeah, sure," I mumbled. I walked pass Emily into the living room.
It was tiny, but huge compared to the kitchen. It could just be that there was no overgrown teenagers making it caustrophobic.
I sat on the shag carpet, leaning against the bottom of the couch, picked up the remote and began to flip through channels. I stopped on a cheap-looking spanish sitcom. I attempted to focus on translating there words into French instead of listening to the conversation coming from the kitchen. I failed. Due to my nosiness, as usual.
"You no what? I'm usually good with this war and killing and such, but I am done!" Emily hissed under her breath in the dead silence. "I will not have my whole family be lossed for the sake of a monster spawn little girl that almost tore the pack apart omly a few years ago!"
"How the hell is this her fault?!" Jacob growled lowly. "Is it her fault the Vampire Mafia decided to put a target on her family? Is it her fault that they kidnapped her just to get a retaliation from the Cullens? Don't be an idiot Emily! She's a kid!"
"Watch your words, Jacob," Sam said flattly.
"You're willing to risk your entire family for the sake of that!?" Emily said harshly. It felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. I bit my lip hard.
"She is part of our family, Em. You don't understand!" Quil said quietly. I knew that he was thinking about his little Claire, how he would do anything for her.
"How can you say that? You were designed to kill vampires! Not help them in their own troubles! It's their own fault their in this mess," Emily said in an cruel voice. I'd never heard her so harsh. It sounded like she was Leah... only worse, if that were even possible.
"I agree with Emily," a voice said, louder than the others. Paul. I knew it was Paul. Damn him! " Don't get me wrong - I'm eager to kill the leaches- but I've got a wife and kids to take care of."
"You guys are kidding, right? The Cullens are our friends," Seth said in a shakey, high voice.
"Shut up, Seth!" Leah said. "Stay out of it! It's not you're place to say!"
"So what if it's not? I'm fighting. It's the right thing to do."
"Enough!" Sam said in his obnoxios 'Alpha' voice. "We fight! Emily is overly anxious. No one needs to worry."
Everyone was silent. "She probably heard you!" Jaacob snarled.
Jacob was next to me after I blinked twice with hand on my shoulder, and his eyes searching mine.
"It's okay. We'll all be fine. Emily's just being..." he trailed off at a loss for words. "We'll all be fine," he repeated. "You'll see."
"I just wanna go back to Alaska," I whimpered into his shoulder, as he huged me tightly.
"I know, baby. I know."
~*~*~
I had never been so happy to see the frozen landscape of Juneau, Alaska. The wolves had flown home with us - they wanted to run, but Jake had insisted on them taking the flight back up. I had hardly slept at all. Emily's words were too true, too obvious. They rang in my hears and rested heavily on my heart. Was it my fault? Did we read the Volturi's actions wrong? Would I cause the deaths of dozens upon dozens of people? I quivered as I stepped off the plane, tripping a little. Paul caught my arm before I fell. I saw a look of regret cross his face. I could tell his helping me was reflexive... but Jake would've killed him if he'd tried anything.
I walked on to the platform carefully, to ensure that I didn't slip again.
It took minutes to get home. We ran to Denali instead of driving.
The wolves were greeted as they normally would've been - greeted as an annoyance. I would have been irritated that they had treated them rudely had I not been frustrated with the wolves earlier. I didn't want the wolves to be here, besides the choice few. If it were up to me I would tell them to do whatever the hell they wanted as long as they didn't get themselves killed. But, as you already know, it isn't up to me, nor will it ever be. Sam completely controlled them. What he says goes.
Dad was even more bitter than I was at this point. His expression mirrored mine. Our arms were both folded across our chests and a look of distace was visible on our similar features. It would of been funny if I hadn't been so pissed. The whole Cullen clan, along with the Denalis, were in a room with the majority wolf pack.
Dad pulled Sam aside for a second. "Look, I don't want any trouble, but if Emily is going to be hurtful toward my daughter than don't allow her to hear. I understand you can't control Emily's actions, but I won't have Renesmee feel more stressed than she is. I'm sure that watching everyone go to war but herself isn't exactly the ideal way to spend the remainder of her summer vacation," he said quietly, so the words were meant for Sam ears. I felt myself blush when Sam looked at me through tight eyes. I looked down at the carpet to avoid his gaze. Sam nodded at my father stiffly in response to Dad's tense words.
Dad began our meeting. "We wouldn't have called upon you unless it was absolutely nessecary. During the fight you have one job - protect Renesmee." I groaned excessively to interupt him.
"That's completely stupid! I'm -" but Dad had dashed over to me and covered my mouth with his hand. I glared up at him. He smiled a little. I swatted his cold hand away.
"As I was saying, she has a huge target on her forhead and the less expierienced fighters always go for the easy kill." Several cringed.
I grimaced. "Dad, there are nearly twenty of them! I just need Jake and that'll be fine." Jacob rolled his eyes. "Let the wolves fight. You know they want to, and that will do us better in the long run."
"The young one speaks wisely for her age," Sam said.
"Yeah, see Dad? The young one speaks wisely," I said in a very smart-mouthed voice.
Mom bit her lip. There was a small crease in between her eyes that showed up when she was worried. "I don't know, Edward. Don't you think all of them is a bit over the top. Compromise. Just Seth and Jacob will stay with her. You know you'll probably never be able to leave Ness's side anyways."
"Or your's," Dad said under his breath.
Mom suddenly looked at the clock that hung above the doorway. "Crap," she muttered. "Nessie, it is waaay past your bedtime." I looked up to the clock. It read 3:o4 in the morning.
"Mom, I am not tired, nor do I feel that I am in need of a bedtime considering my age," I said simply.
Dad laughed. "Seven isn't that old. Believe me. Bed. Now. I'll tell you about the rest of the meeting tomorow."
I groaned. "I am hardly seven years old," I said, but went up the two flights to my room anyway.
"'Night," I heard a few call after me.
"More like good morning," I said to myself as I changed into pajamas.