"She can't stay here," Sam snapped, his voice sharper than he meant for it to be. The smell really bothered him, and the guilt of allowing an innocent girl to get caught up in this only made it harder to hold his temper. "I don't know how long this will take, but she can't be here when it's over." Jake didn't answer or even turn his head, but his grip on Bella's hand tightened. "Do you really want her first snack to be your father?" Billy made a nervous sound from the hallway, and Jacob looked back at him quickly, before looking away. "Or are you just willing to risk him getting caught up in the fight, like she did, and going through all of this again, watching Billy turn, watching his skin change into stone, and watching him go into seizures on the couch, and sitting here holding his hand while – "
"Shut up!" Jake snapped, clinging to Bella, his whole body shaking in a perverse imitation of hers. "This is hard enough without your commentary! It's not Dad, okay? It's Bella, and this is hard enough!"
Bella whimpered softly, catching everyone's attention. She turned her head. She gasped, and cried out. Suddenly she was thrashing again, and Jacob bent over her, holding her, trying to keep her still. They were shaking together, but she was screaming while he was trying to whisper soothingly to her.
It was a long time before she grew still again, and by then Sam had control of his temper.
"She can't stay here," he pressed gently. "It's not safe. We can't risk having her anywhere near people."
"We can't just take her out into the forest somewhere. She's in pain, Sam."
Billy interjected then. "There's an empty cabin down by the beach. It's pretty far away from the town. If one or two of you stay with her, you'd be able to stop her before she could hurt anyone… if she tried to head this way or something."
Sam sighed. "I know the place." He reached his hand out and put it on Jacob's shoulder. "We'll take her there, Jake. And we'll figure out what to do beyond that later…"