“Coordinate？” I repeated through my teeth。
“You didn’t honestly think you were going to keep us out of this？” Jacob asked。
“You are staying out of this！”
“Your psychic doesn’t think so。”
“Alice — tell them no！” I insisted。 “They’ll get killed！”
Jacob； Quil； and Embry all laughed out loud。
“Bella；” Alice said； her voice soothing； placating； “separately we all could get killed。 Together —”
“It’ll be no problem；” Jacob finished her sentence。 Quil laughed again。
“How many？” Quil asked eagerly。
“No！” I shouted。
Alice didn’t even look at me。 “It changes — twentyone today； but the numbers are going down。”
“Why？” Jacob asked； curious。
“Long story；” Alice said； suddenly looking around the room。 “And this isn’t the place for it。”
“Later tonight？” Jacob pushed。
“Yes；” Jasper answered him。 “We were already planning a 。 。 。 strategic meeting。 If you’re going to fight
with us； you’ll need some instruction。”
The wolves all made a disgruntled face at the last part。
“No！” I moaned。
“This will be odd；” Jasper said thoughtfully。 “I never considered working together。 This has to be a first。”
“No doubt about that；” Jacob agreed。 He was in a hurry now。 “We’ve got to get back to Sam。 What
time？”
“What’s too late for you？”
All three rolled their eyes。 “What time？” Jacob repeated。
“Three o’clock？”
“Where？”
“About ten miles due north of the Hoh Forest ranger station。 e at it from the west and you’ll be able
to follow our scent in。”
“We’ll be there。”
They turned to leave。
“Wait； Jake！” I called after him。 “Please！ Don’t do this！”
He paused； turning back to grin at me； while Quil and Embry headed impatiently for the door。 “Don’t be
ridiculous； Bells。 You’re giving me a much better gift than the one I gave you。”
“No！” I shouted again。 The sound of an electric guitar drowned my cry。
He didn’t respond； he hurried to catch up with his friends； who were already gone。 I watched helplessly as
Jacob disappeared。
18。 INSTRUCTION
“THAT HAD TO BE THE LONGEST PARTY IN THE HISTORY of the world；” I plained on the way home。
Edward didn’t seem to disagree。 “It’s over now；” he said； rubbing my arm soothingly。
Because I was the only one who needed soothing。 Edward was fine now — all the Cullens were fine。
They’d all reassured me； Alice reaching up to pat my head as I left； eyeing Jasper meaningfully until a flood
of peace swirled around me； Esme kissing my forehead and promising me everything was all right； Emmett
laughing boisterously and asking why I was the only one who was allowed to fight with werewolves。 。 。 。
Jacob’s solution had them all relaxed； almost euphoric after the long weeks of stress。 Doubt had been
replaced with confidence。 The party had ended on a note of true celebration。
Not for me。
Bad enough — horrible — that the Cullens would fight for me。 It was already too much that I would have
to allow that。 It already felt like more than I could bear。
Not Jacob； too。 Not his foolish； eager brothers — most of them even younger than I was。 They were just
oversized； overmuscled children； and they looked forward to this like it was piic on the beach。 I could not
have them in danger； too。 My nerves felt frayed and exposed。 I didn’t know how much longer I could restrain
the urge to scream out loud。
I whispered now； to keep my voice under control。 “You’re taking me with you tonight。”
“Bella； you’re worn out。”
“You think I could sleep？”
He frowned。 “This is an experiment。 I’m not sure if it will be possible for us all to 。 。 。 cooperate。 I don’t
want you in the middle of that。”
As if that didn’t make me all the more anxious to go。 “If you won’t take me； then I’ll call Jacob。”
His eyes tightened。 That was a low blow； and I knew it。 But there was no way I was being left behind。
He didn’t answer； we were at Charlie’s house now。 The front light was on。
“See you upstairs；” I muttered。
I tiptoed in the front door。 Charlie was asleep in the living room； overflowing the toosmall sofa； and
snoring so loudly I could have ripped a chainsaw to life and it wouldn’t have wakened him。
I shook his shoulder vigorously。
“Dad！ Charlie！”
He grumbled； eyes still closed。
“I’m home now — you’re going to hurt your back sleeping like that。 C’mon； time to move。”
It took a few more shakes； and his eyes never did open all the way； but I managed to get himoff the
couch。 I helped him up to his bed； where he collapsed on top of the covers； fully dressed； and started snoring
again。
He wasn’t going to be looking for me anytime soon。
Edward waited in my room while I washed my face and changed into jeans and a flannel shirt。 He
watched me unhappily from the rocking chair as I hung the outfit Alice had given me in my closet。
“e here；” I said； taking his hand and pulling him to my bed。
I pushed him down on the bed and then curled up against his chest。 Maybe he was right and I was tired
enough to sleep。 I wasn’t going to let him sneak off without me。
He tucked my quilt in around me； and then held me close。
“Please relax。”
“Sure。”
“This is going to work； Bella。 I can feel it。”
My teeth locked together。
He was still radiating relief。 Nobody but me cared if Jacob and his friends got hurt。 Not even Jacob and
his friends。 Especially not them。
He could tell I was about to lose it。 “Listen to me； Bella。 This is going to be easy。 The newborns will be
pletely taken by surprise。 They’ll have no more idea that werewolves even exist than you did。 I’ve seen
how they act in a group； the way Jasper remembers。 I truly believe that the wolves’ hunting techniques will
work flawlessly against them。 And with them divided and confused； there won’t be enough for the rest of us to
do。 Someone may have to sit out；” he teased。
“Piece of cake；” I mumbled tonelessly against his chest。
“Shhh；” he stroked my cheek。 “You’ll see。 Don’t worry now。”
He started humming my lullaby； but； for once； it didn’t calm me。
People — well； vampires and werewolves really； but still — people I loved were going to get hurt。 Hurt
because of me。 Again。 I wished my bad luck would focus a little more carefully。 I felt likeyelling up at the
empty sky： It’s me you want — over here！ Just me！
I tried to think of a way that I could do exactly that — force my bad luck to focus on me。 It wouldn’t be
easy。 I would have to wait； bide my time。 。 。 。
I did not fall asleep。 The minutes passed quickly； to my surprise； and I was still alert and tense when
Edward pulled us both up into a sitting position。
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and sleep？”
I gave him a sour look。
He sighed； and scooped me up in his arms before he jumped from my window。
He raced through the black； quiet forest with me on his back； and even in his run I could feel the elation。
He ran the way he did when it was just us； just for enjoyment； just for the feel of the wind in his hair。 It was the
kind of thing that； during less anxious times； would have made me happy。
When we got to the big open field； his family was there； talking casually； relaxed。 Emmett’s booming laugh
echoed through the wide space now and then。 Edward set me down and we walked hand in hand toward
them。
It took me a minute； because it was so dark with the moon hidden behind the clouds； but I realized that
we were in the baseball clearing。 It was the same place where； more than a year ago； that first lighthearted
evening with the Cullens had been interrupted by James and his coven。 It felt strange to be here again — as if
this gathering wouldn’t be plete until James and Laurent and Victoria joined us。 But James and Laurent
were never ing back。 That pattern wouldn’t be repeated。 Maybe all the patterns were broken。
Yes； someone had broken out of their pattern。 Was it possible that the Volturi were the flexible ones in
this equation？
I doubted it。
Victoria had always seemed like a force of nature to me — like a hurricane moving toward the coast in a
straight line — unavoidable； implacable； but predictable。 Maybe it was wrong to limit her that way。 She had to
be capable of adaptation。
“You know what I think？” I asked Edward。
He laughed。 “No。”
I almost smiled。
“What do you think？”
“I think it’s all connected。 Not just the two； but all three。”
“You’ve lost me。”
“Three bad things have happened since you came back。” I ticked them off on my fingers。 “The newborns
in Seattle。 The stranger in my room。 And — first of all — Victoria came to look for me。”
His eyes narrowed as he thought about it。 “Why do you think so？”
“Because I agree with Jasper — the Volturi love their rules。 They would probably do a better job
anyway。” And I’d be dead if they wanted me dead； I added mentally。 “Remember when you were tracking
Victoria last year？”
“Yes。” He frowned。 “I wasn’t very good at it。”
“Alice said you were in Texas。 Did you follow her there？”
His eyebrows pulled together。 “Yes。 Hmm 。 。 。”
“See — she could have gotten the idea there。 But she doesn’t know what she’s doing； so the newborns
are all out of control。”
He started shaking his head。 “Only Aro knows exactly how Alice’s visions work。”
“Aro would know best； but wouldn’t Tanya and Irina and the rest of your friends in Denali know enough？
Laurent lived with them for so long。 And if he was still friendly enough with Victoria to be doing favors for her；
why wouldn’t he also tell her everything he knew？”
Edward frowned。 “It wasn’t Victoria in your room。”
“She can’t make new friends？ Think about it； Edward。 If it is Victoria doing this in Seattle； she’s made a
lot of new friends。 She’s created them。”
He considered it； his forehead creased in concentration。
“Hmm；” he finally said。 “It’s possible。 I still think the Volturi are most likely 。 。 。 But your theory — there’s
something there。 Victoria’s personality。 Your theory suits her personality perfectly。 She’s shown a remarkable
gift for selfpreservation from the start — maybe it’s a talent of hers。 In any case； this plot would put her in