Chapter 13
I reached the body of Alex, Emily's youngest son. His breathing was low, blood trickled from his back, where there were cuts; Emily raced out of the house and shoved me aside. I watched her, as she cried and carried her son into the house.
"Kim, call Carlisle. His number is on Jake's phone. Alex needs to be checked out." I murmured as I stared into the woods. The moonlight made everything look so beautiful, so peaceful. Such lies, I thought. A few moments later, Carlisle tore out of the woods and into the house. I knew I should follow, but I couldn't. Being there, hearing that Alex was okay, and not knowing if Layla was okay. I slid back to the porch, and sat on the steps.
"He just needs some rest, food and make sure you change the bandage very few hours." Carlisle said as he backed away, heading back out.
"Don't worry, Jacey. We'll have them back soon. We have them trapped now. We're working on a plan." He said softly as he disappeared into the woods.
The hours dragged on and nothing changed. We were all still silent, still alone in our pain. Michaela and Lauren went to the store around 6, for more food. It was just to give us something to do. More food was whipped up and we still had not heard word from anyone. I could not eat, and it seemed no one else could either.
I thought I was going crazy when I heard sounds of laughter echoing through the house, I exchanged looks with Kim as we all raced towards the back door to see the pack and all the children coming out of the woods. I tore towards Layla and scooped her up; I hugged her tight as Paul scooped me up.
"Layla." I muttered kissing her softly. Paul kissed my head and then Layla's.
"We're safe baby."