We Three Witches (Twilight)

The Hunt for the Last of the McKinnons Part 2

Emmett's POV

Timestamp – 2:24pm

"Fuck this," Paul growled as Carlisle joined us in the clearing. "Do we really have to work with the walking embodiment of a breath mint?"

Another wolf snickered while the others continued glaring at us.

It had been a few hours since we'd gotten any news about the sisters, and I was itching at the bit to do something. I wanted to be out smashing heads and searching for them, not standing around waiting for the mutts to let us. A nasty storm was brewing above our heads and the damned rain was washing away any tracks not already tainted. We didn't have time for this!

"Yeah, let's just do this ourselves," another wolf chimed in. "We don't need these leeches to find them!"

"Works for me." My lip curled. "Don't want to get in the way of you all chasing your own tails."

The wolves started snarling and satisfaction curled through me. Finally, someone to hit.

"Enough," Sam snapped, at the same time Carlisle said, "Emmett."

"We need to work together to find Bella and her sisters," Sam continued, glaring the mutts into submission.

"I suggest we put the animosity aside until they're all home safe." Carlisle turned to the wolves also. "We can all agree they are our priority, more so than our feelings about each other."

"Like hell I'm working with the leech who betrayed Bella and her sisters," a new voice said. It was the only female wolf—Leah. And she looked pissed. "He was supposed to protect them and he just served them up on a platter to the other leech. As far as I'm concerned he should be burned for it."

Ah fuck.

The wolves all froze.

"Leah..." Sam said, his voice low and tight. "What do you mean?"

"You remember when they left the rez yesterday to pick up Bella? That leech—" she pointed at Jasper. "He left with them!"

"That's right," Paul said, eyes widening as he remembered. "He met them at the border."

"If we could just—"

"Shut up, leech. I'm not done," she snapped at Carlisle. "I have a friend who works as a Port Angeles lab tech. He said their drinks were laced with a heavy sedative—drinks this bastard bought them. The police haven't made the damn connection, but I know it was the leech. He said it probably took five minutes for it to kick in. So what did you do in that time?" She glared at Jasper, stalking towards him, finger still pointed. "Did you sit with them and laugh while you betrayed them? Did you watch as they stumbled around the parking lot?"

She was in Jasper's face now, finger stabbing into his chest. "Did they beg you for help, leech? Did they demand to know why you'd betrayed them? Did they cry?" Leah grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down so her face was in his. "Did you even care?"

I knew I should have interfered; it wasn't his fault, despite how it looked to her. But I wanted to hear the answer. So I didn't move. None of us did.

"Of course I cared," Jasper whispered, but he didn't move to pull her off. "I hated every second of it."

"Then why the hell did you betray them?" Leah shoved him away like just being near him disgusted her. "Why did you work with Victoria? She killed them once, and you helped her do it again!"