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Renesmee POV
All the wolves hearded me from either side, forcing me back into the clearing where we were before. Surprisingly, it only took about an hour to get back versus the three hours to get away.
As soon as I was next to my mother, another wolf slammed into my body, holding me down. I snarled viciously and swung around, biting into the wolf's leg. The god-awful blood filled my mouth, and I gagged, tearing my teeth out of the wolf and taking a large chunk of flesh with me. I spit it onto the ground and listened as the wolf howled in agony.
What I didn't expect was the feel of the wolf's teeth in my own arm since none of the wolves had attacked me before. It was a mind numbing pain. The feel of it scraping past my rock hard skin made tears start to streak down my face, and the teeth went deeper, biting into my bone. I let out a high pitched scream.
"Renesmee!" three different people shouted. I saw that one was my mother, her eyes filled with worry. Another was Edward who I was actually very surprised to see. The last was the wolf-man from before. Why did he care?
I took in a breath, let it out through my teeth, and then repeated the process. Blood dripped from the wound like it was a faucet, and as it began to puddle beneath me, my eyes went black. I lazily went limp, my ears the only thing that continued to keep working, and that was just barely. Most of what I heard was my panting breath.
"Leah!" someone screamed. There was a snarling and a thud above me, and the weight disappeared all of a sudden.
"She's losing so much blood!" another person exclaimed.
It was a completely awful thing when my sense of smell started working again. My eyes were still blurred with black and my mind was scrambled. My own blood was making me terribly thirsty. I couldn't understand how my mother was dealing with it.
I reached my good hand up and gripped my throat, my breaths coming quicker as my neck burned like a ravaged fire.
"What's wrong with her?" one voice asked.
"She's…I think she wants blood," the other voice answered.
There was a long pause, and then the first voice asked. "Why? Why now?"
I heard a sudden hiss. "Let me go!"
The voices ignored her. "It's probably because she's losing so much blood, and because of her own blood too."
"Well then go catch her an animal," the first voice ordered.
Another pause. Finally the second voice said, "Jacob, animal blood isn't going to work."