Chapter Thirty-Seven:

Jasper POV:

I didn't like that she was over there, but we all knew out of all of us, she's the only one who can go. And as much as I disliked her being there, we needed information.

For once Edward and I actually agreed on something, even if it was for the wrong reasons on his part. We don't like them over there.

The wolves could snap at any moment. Any one of them could.

Major rages inside my mind at the thought of our mate being hurt. Slamming against the mental barriers within my mind.

She's only been over there for about two hours, so she should be back in a few more. Just a few more hours until I can make sure she's completely safe.

Trying to relax, I join Emmitt in whatever game he's on about now. Grabbing the controller from the tv stand, I sat next to him. We played for about an hour. I'm mindlessly playing. Too busy focusing on the time.

All of a sudden it feels like my heart lurched into my throat as a dizzying amount of fear overcomes me. The mate bond sears into my being. Pulsing hotter and hotter.

Mate.

Something dangerous snaps inside me.

I drop the controller and run out the open window. Running through the trees, the bond pulses hotter if possible, and I know I'm heading in the right direction.

The reservation.

I stop at the treaty line. Paul.

"You can't cross Cullen" he says with authority.

I don't say anything. I let the mate bond flash through my eyes, glimmering gold sweeps across my eyes.

"Ally?" he asks quietly.

I nod. He doesn't move at first, then steps aside. It's all the permission I need. I jump across the river onto their territory.

Crossing their territory, I run. Feeling the bond strengthens the power it possesses over me. It's terrifying.

Jumping high over a few boulders, I can see her, mid air. Whatever control I managed to grasp onto earlier is crumbled.

If Major and I agree on anything, it's the safety of our mate. We split control of our body, our thoughts are the same.

Kill, kill, kill.

I see her being held above the ground, I can envision the bruises that will form. The pooling anger forms in my chest, the bond, everything. It rips its way out of my throat, a war cry.

I watch as pure terror crosses the boy's features, then anger. Scolding hot anger blooms in my chest, swirling pitch black. I let it all out.

He drops her to the ground. I watch her as she struggles to catch herself. The bond flairs with relief. I can scent the blood that flows out of her. It's not very strong, so there isn't much.

I keep my feet planted between the mutt and my mate.

"You can't be here" the not fully matured mutt states.

"JACOB" a loud male voice yells across from the grass. Jacob looks over, taking his eyes off of me. "Let's go. NOW!" the voice yells again.

I can tell this voice screams power. But not as much as that's swirling inside of me. Screaming and begging to be let out. To protect. To defend. To kill.

Kill, kill, KILL.

As much as I want to fully obliterate the mongrel, I know I can't.

I hear a soft whisper cross, the same powerful voice. "Leave".

My charcoal eyes clash with Ally's green ones. My iris reflects, Major and myself. Gently grabbing her wrist, careful around her hands, I help her stand.

We walk away, my arm snaking around her waist. I'm tense, and I know she knows I am. But I can't calm down, especially when the scent of her blood still lingers in my senses.

I'm not even tempted by it, thank god for the mate bond. But it makes the darkest corners of my mind come alive. I want to rip the wolf's head off. My steps grow heavier with every thought of planning the wolf's death.

Ally stops mid step. Her emotions hit me like a force of wind. They wash over me, quieting my mind for the time being. Taking a breath of air in, her scent is carried with it, filling my lungs.

Steadying myself on the preservation of her scent alone. I ground myself in her emotions. Love, guilt, happiness, gratitude. If I dive deeper and really focus I'll be able to pinpoint everything.

She takes one step closer to me, embracing me as tight as she can. My arms instinctively come up and wrap around her fragile frame. She tucks her head under my chin, her scent almost seems to come from her head, as it envelopes my whole being. Like how a mother would comfort their child.

My body relaxes against her. And I finally take in my surroundings. We're still on the reservation, next to her car on the beach. Around her scent I'm able to pick up others from school, and Bella's. They're faint but still there.

Stepping into her car, we speed off of the reservation, once we get to the treaty line she stops, pulling off to the side of the road.

"Thank you Jasper" her voice is unsteady. The need to go back there and rip the wolf's head off all but returns, tenfold.

She seems to pick up on this and grabs my hand, pulling it closer to her body. She looks at me with pleading eyes. I sigh and nod gently at her unspoken request.

She drives us up to my house. We drive up the winding driveway, passing by all of the trees, she cracks her window. She feels content, at peace.

Once we were parked in front of the garage, stepping out, I sped around to her door and opened it for her. Once again being careful of her hands, I grab her wrist to help her out.

Stepping into the house, I call out for Carlisle. Which he shows up almost immediately with a concerned look in his eyes. Spotting her hands he leads us to his makeshift doctors office and study.

He cleans her palms from dirt and debris and wraps them with some antibiotic cream. "You can unwrap these after twenty-four hours".

After our visit to Carlisle, she heads back to her house on the promise that I'll be there tonight. After she leaves, I head back into the living room where the rest of my coven stands waiting for me.

"What happened Jasper?" Carlisle asks. His voice is soft and calm, but on the inside his emotions swirl with anger.

"I felt the mate bond. She needed me. And I went." I state plainly. A snarl on the tip of my tongue.

"The wolves actually tried to hurt her? Don't they have a rule about not hurting humans" Rosealie says, her anger laced words bite out.

"They do. It wasn't a fully matured one. Jacob." That's all I say to answer everyone's questioning eyes.

My eyes swirl with the anger in the air. Every person in this room affects me. I relish in it for a small moment. Wondering how it would have felt to rip the pups head off. My inner demons offer a sick satisfaction of approval.

Taking a deep breath in through my nose, I shove the feelings aside. Focusing on the task at hand. I look over the room, surveying everyone here.

Emmitt says, "The wolves won't know what hit them." A grin spreads across his face, the challenge proving a fun game. Cracking his knuckles.

Carlisle puts a stop to that quickly. "Emmitt, you know the treaty laws. And none of us will violate it. Am I clear?" He locks eyes with everyone, staying on mine for a second longer.

We all collectively nod yes.

With the discussion over now. We head our separate ways. Rose and Emmitt head up to their room. Alice and Liam go out hunting. Carlisle heads to his study, and Esme follows. Just Edward and I are left in the living room.

He looks like he wants to say something to me. His mouth opens, then closes. Scoffing, he leaves me in the living room.

My thoughts begin to stir. I know Ally will want to return to the reservation sometime. And I want to prevent something like today from happening again. As much as I don't like her going over there. She is her own person, and I don't own or control her.

Making up my mind, I head to the treaty line. The wolves and I need to talk. Rushing past the trees, I can already see the river that separates our lands from here.