My eyes pass along the rebels gathered around Carlisle. I see Eleazar's face among them, and I cannot help the tightening of my eyes. To see one who left my guard so readily now standing against me calls for vengeance.
But there is more.
Bella. Edward. But where is Alice?
I want them and more.
Werewolf guards. A few of our kind stand with more confidence than the others, suggesting gifts beyond the ordinary.
And there, in the back, one shields another from my view.
"Ah, Amun, my southern neighbor!"
He tenses.
And I know why.
It must be mine.
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