ant us, his enemies, to die.

overBella's name— the creature will take it. Destroying the creature is our first priority.

The pack rumbled in nervous agreement.The tension had everyone's fur standing on end. The pacing
was quicker, and the sound of the paws against the brackish floor was sharper, toenails tearing into the
soil.

Only Seth and I were still, the eye in the center of a storm of bared teeth and flattened ears. Seth's nose
was almost touching the ground, bowed under Sam's commands. I felt his pain at the coming disloyalty.
For him this was a betrayal—during that one day of alliance, fighting beside Edward Cullen, Seth had
truly become the vampire's friend.

There was no resistance in him, however. He would obey no matter how much it hurt him. He had no
other

choice.
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And what choice did I have? When the Alpha spoke, the pack followed.

Sam had never pushed his authority this far before; I knew he honestly hated to see Seth kneeling before
him like a slave at the foot of his master. He wouldn't force this if he didn't believe that he had no other
choice. He couldn't lie to us when we were linked mind to mind like this. He really believed it was our
duty to destroy Bella and the monster she carried. He really believed we had no time to waste. He
believed it enough to die for it.

I saw that he would face Edward himself; Edward's ability to read our thoughts made him the greatest
threat in Sam's mind. Sam would not let someone else take on that danger.

He saw Jasper as the second-greatest opponent, which is why he'd given him to me. He knew that I had
the best chance of any of the pack to win that fight. He'd left the easiest targets for the younger wolves
and Leah. Little Alice was no danger without her future vision to guide her, and we knew from our time Rosetta Stone German

of alliance that Esme was not a fighter. Carlisle would be more of a challenge, but his hatred of violence
would hinder him.

I felt sicker than Seth as I watched Sam plan it out, trying to work the angles to give each member of the
pack the best chance of survival.

Everything was inside out. This afternoon, I'd been chomping at the bit to attack them. But Seth had
been right—it wasn't a fight I'd been ready for. I'd blinded myself with that hate. I hadn't let myself look
at it carefully, because I must have known what I would see if I did.

Carlisle Cullen. Looking at him without that hate clouding my eyes, I couldn't deny that killing him was
murder. He was good. Good as any human we protected. Maybe better. The others, too, I supposed,
but I didn't feel as strongly about them. I didn't know them as well. It was Carlisle who would hate
fighting back, even to save his own life. That's why we would be able to kill him—because he Rosetta Stone
wouldn't
ant us, his enemies, to die.
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