Jacob stared out onto a speck of dried grass. He was crouched down on the ground, knees huddled towards his chest, covered by his arms.
What had just happened to Renesmee? He was devastated, confused, dowsed in anxiety from head to toe, and worse, he was literally tearing his heart apart. He'd kill himself if something happened to Renesmee.
The little girl meant so much, nobody could compare that affection towards anything they owned.

He flinched in sudden pain and turned aside to check a fresh wound on his left arm. There was a piece of glass thrust into it, and it still remained. He puckered his lips and closed his eyes, ready to face the burning pain. He squeezed his eyes shut a bit more and felt around the wound, then with a small sudden cry he fished it out in a snatch. He winced and bent forward groaning, clutching his stomach with one arm and holding a blood stained piece of glass the size of a cracker in the other. He slowly recovered and tossed the stained piece of pain aside onto a pile of rocks, watching it shatter into a tiny thousand fragments. His strength was flowing back into him. He could feel it in his muscles.

He let out a deep sigh and rested his head back onto the wall, arms around his huddled knees. He swallowed, closed his eyes and listened. He could hear Edward screaming, and maybe even yelling at some of the others for Esme's condition. Figured, she was still present at the kitchen floor, and so then who was the other figure Jasper tried fighting against? Jacob could have registered everything and even picked up the entity's scent if he hadn't been crushed by Edward and thrown around like a used rag. What fate was he ending towards?
Rosalie was gone with Renesmee, and now so was Carlisle. Carlisle.
What had happened to him?
Jacob squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to push away thoughts of Carlisle ending up the same fate as Esme. He tried even harder to block out thoughts of what could have happened to Renesmee and Rosalie. No he couldn't think that way. Although as much as he wanted to stop thinking to himself that Renesmee could have been hurt, he couldn't stop a small fragile tear from rolling down his rock hard cheek.

He brought up his elbow and brushed it off in a rough way against his uneven sleeve. He winced again and looked upwards, blinking, to stop more incoming tears. A wooden braided ceiling was in his sight now, alongside Bella's whimpering in the background from inside the house.
He stopped and concentrated. What was the last memory he recalled from his animal form?

He dropped his head and looked at his blood stained fingers. Something was flowing back to him, not his strength, but shattered pieces of memory in black and white. He could only recall his animal memories in their mere same color.

He was out, lurking from the behind the trees on a high cliffside. He saw Renesmee, floating up to catch a delicate snowflake with Alice down beside her, scanning all corners for threats. Then he dropped a wide yawn, bearing canines. He shook his head vigorously and lay down, both paws outstretched and forward in front of him, the claws feelings the pleasant feelings coming in from the ground. He closed his eyes and pricked up ears, sensing the smallest sounds from around the place, and then he felt it. He whined and got up immediately, staring at Renesmee who was now floating in mid air, with her sleek eyes piercing into the residence. Then she dropped down, and Alice caught her, both giggling. And then he heard it again. The small waver in positive vibrations. Negative vibrations were inside somewhere, interfering. Then there was a blood curdling scream, and Alice reacted immediately, whispering something into Renesmee's ear and then running off with her in hand in a flash. The next thing he saw, Renesmee was dropped at Bella's room and he could see Bella staring out at the wilderness. He whimpered and jumped off the snow laden ledge, running into the residence, accidentally transforming himself back into his human self and tumbling face forward onto the snow. He groaned, getting up, snow hung all over his eyebrows and eyes. Struggling, he tried to transform back, but he had no strength left. That never happens, he thought. What was going on? He couldn't transform. Something was being forced against him, draining his strength and energy away. He cried out loudly in frustration and rummaged through the heavy snow, one leg at a time, dragging himself along snow that reached up to his stomach.

And then it was gone. His memories came back in color, and there he was, standing at the kitchen entrance, listening to the wails and a horrifying sight. Then next he saw Renesmee being taken away, followed by Carlisle and then he found himself running after them, his strength had come back to him.
Then he broke through glass, plummeting down to the ground with a crunch. He whimpered and his vision blurred sideways. He saw Carlisle and Rosalie running off into the woods, Renesmee's eyes on his. Her stare was unusual, she wasn't crying for help, or screaming for to be let gone; instead it was draining away his vision, his strength, his power and his resistance to pain. He could feel the pain for the first time ever.
He felt his wounds burning, being cremated, and then he saw Bella rushing to help him.

Then everything faded away.

Jacob winced again as cold, wet snow brushed against his open wounds. He blinked and grunted, looking around. Snowfall had begun again and there was silence around him, except for the rustling grass. Nobody was screaming inside, nobody was demanding to run away.

He groaned and pushed himself up, wobbling a little but standing still finally. He etched against the wall for support and looked around into the wilderness, the same spot into which they had disappeared into. Moonlight cast a light glow on the pine trees and the snow began to glow. The perfect moment.

But he couldn't believe everything he just recalled. It just couldn't be.
Renesmee was hurting him. Rosalie was right.
He still couldn't believe it, and yet further more he was sure none of the family inside would. He had to stop it. There was no choice.
He sucked in a mouthful of air and looked at the forest. He arched his shoulders, closed his eyes and jolted forward into the sea of snow, In an instant, with a growl, he transformed onto all four paws and plummaged through the snow, clawing through the dampness. He bellowed his head as he neared the thick vertical canopy of pine coniferous' branches and then he broke through it. The last sight of him to be seen.

A long, howl of victory floated in through the air.