(Edward's pov)

The moon was high in the night sky when the last of the wedding guests finally left, having had their fill of the open bar and free food we had graciously provided. I looked on in repugnance at the sight of the remnants of my ruined day, the empty buffet table, the tattered decorations, the wedding cake had been completely annihilated and the bar had gone dry hours ago, every single wedding gift had even been taken back. I snarled with disgust. I had worked tirelessly to make sure every detail was in place, that the stupid, ungrateful girl would have one last romantic memory, one last happy day before she served her purpose and went to her grave. I should have known she would be nothing like Anna, she had the good grace to obey, she gave me what I wanted and then had the decency to die afterwards. Dying for the man you love isn't asking all that much. As I stalked among the abandoned dining tables we had set up, my anger continued to flare, I snatched a table in one hand and angrily threw it across the lawn, it smashed into another table set with a loud crash and both wooden tables were reduced to splinters. I had been so close! Then and now, but the fucking mutts had intervened, I should have known their descendants would also be a pain in my ass.

"Goddamn Jacob Black!" I yelled with heat as I yanked up another table and threw it across the yard, this time it landed into the now deserted bar we'd had set up, breaking the wood and smashing most of the glass.

"Destroying the furniture isn't going to change anything."

I turned towards the french doors and saw Alice standing in front of them, having silently observed my tirade.

I stood up straight and pinched the bridge of my nose, forcing myself to take deep breath after breath, trying to calm my rage. She was right, for once this entire ruinouse day.

"You're right, you're right." I took a few more breaths with my eyes tightly shut, finally I opened them and relaxed my hand. "What can you tell me now, Alice?"

She looked down, dejected. "Not anything helpful."

Anger flared through me once more. I snatched up one of the giant vases of hydrangeas and threw them at her in rage, she raised her arm and allowed them to smash all around her, protecting Esme's beloved glass doors.

"What can you tell me?!" I yelled as I turned away from her towards the river, mostly to keep from tearing her apart.

"I- I'm sorry! I'm trying, Edward! Rose's future disappeared the minute she and Emmett took off down the highway-"

"Charlie's then?!" I growled, impatient.

"It's strange, I can't get a read on him or Billy anymore either. I don't know why, and Jazz is concerned, he reported one of them had an extremely high body temperature-"

"I don't give a shit about any of that, Alice! Give me something I can use!"

She sighed in defeat. "I'm trying, Edward. You're asking a lot."

"I'm asking a psychic to do what psychic's are supposed to be able to do."

Alice stuttered, "Th- the Voltori soldiers arrived hours ago, and Carlisle is still talking to Aro on-"

"I fucking know, Alice!" I angrily jabbed a finger towards my temple, she flinched from my tone.

"Look at you, Edward. Don't you see that Rosalie has you right where she wants you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I snarled.

Jasper stepped through the french doors just then and stood beside Alice, wrapping a protective arm around her as he glared at me.

"What she means, brother, is that Rosalie's playing you like a fiddle."

I narrowed my eyes, "No one plays me like anything."

I stalked past both of them and through the gold furnished glass doors myself, making my way to my sire's office. I ignored the various vampires bustling through our manor as I did so, fuming I climbed the stairs at lightning speed and finally stood before Carlisle's door. I waited for him to finally finish his call with Aro, seeing in his thoughts that he sensed my presence at his door.

Come in, son.

I wasted no more time before opening the door and letting myself in, finding Carlisle seated in his leather office chair behind his heavy oak desk, an aged file strewn across it. He lifted his eyes to meet mine.

What ale's you so, son? Your poor mother is going to be heart stricken when she sees her yard.

Shame hit me hard in my gut, warring with my rage.

"Bella. I heard your conversation with Aro, I don't like it."

What about the plan bothers you so?

I sighed. "Everything, we have her father and Billy, we have the soldier's, we have enough leverage, why can't we just go and kill all those damn mutts and drag her out by force? Why-"

Because there are more factors to be considered, son. Because the wolves still have a use. Because Rosalie has allies, cryptids we may have never encountered before. There are too many wild factors here for us to risk taking a stand now, even with all the perceived power we have. Patience coated his every thought, compassion for my plight.

"We have time, son."

"We've waited long enough, Carlisle!"

"You're not thinking clearly, son. If you were, you'd be able to see that Aro and I are right." He stood and walked around the desk, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Son, you're letting Rosalie get too deep into your head."

I breathed out in exasperation. "Everyone seems to be saying that."

"You're the only one who can't see it, son. Rosalie has known you for over seventy years, she knows how you tick. She knows that the angrier she makes you, the more panicked you are, the more mistakes you'll make." Compassion tinted his painful words, I ground my teeth.

"This is all her plan, then?"

"She had no other reason for confronting you the way she did this morning, or revealing as much as she did at the family meeting. She did it specifically to throw you off."

He dropped his hand from my shoulder and slowly paced the room as he spoke, "You're not the only one who was blind sided today, son. We all were. I, too, had fallen for her farce." He picked up the ancient file. "I hadn't realized she knew as much as she seemed to. It seems she's paid quite a few visits to my office."

"How did she get so much past us? How did she learn so much about our mission?"

"The woman's more resourceful than any of us gave her credit for being, it seems." He flung the folder down. "Apparently the wards I'v had placed meant nothing to her."

"How is that even possible, Carlisle? Those wards came straight from the Voltori, no one should have been able to get past them, certainly not without knowing anything about the dark arts."

"That's why we need to take our hostages and relocate to Isle Esme, son. Whoever these allies are that Rosalie has aligned herself with, they are formidable, and they know far too much about our kind."

I read the unspoken thought that had crossed my sire's mind.

"You think she has more than just two allies, more than just the mongrels."

His eyes locked with mine. "She has to, son."

"So we have no choice then, we need to relocate."

"Yes, and we need to do it now, before we get any more unwanted visitors. I want you to have the soldiers mobilized along with Jasper and the hostages, both of whom I want to remain unconscious until I order otherwise. We can't afford to waste anymore time, whoever Rosalie's allies are, they are well acquainted with this area. Aro's sending a few private jets as we speak, we should be able to relocate everyone to Isle Esme by tomorrow night."

I weakly nodded, emotionally drained from the literal hours of anger that had raged through me as I listened to my father.

"We'll need to be quick, son. We don't know when they'll show up here again, and who it will be. Once we've reached the research center, with all our resources gathered, then we'll make our move."

"And then we'll get our vessel back." And she'll pay, very dearly, for all that she has cost me this day.