world we created, paul lahote

Chapter 30

Deep within the heart of the dense Olympic Peninsula forest where towering trees stretch upward, their branches forming a natural canopy that filters the pale moonlight, the pack gathers, their snarls reverberating throughout the area. The scent of damp earth and pin fills the air, mingling with their musky scent. If one were to walk among these towering beings, you'd feel their anger, their frustration and fear for their tribe as new information has come to light.

Once Paul had driven Lucia home, finding out about the baby Bella carried moments before Jacob had informed the pack, he grew furious. That baby that grew inside of her was nothing more than an abomination, something that should not have been possible. It went against everything possible. How could something dead fertilise a living womb? It was ludicrous!

Their low growls and snarls break the stillness of the forest as they converge, their voices overlapping one another as they protest against the notion of the baby. It was as if that alone could stop what was occurring. The wolves circle one another, their eyes glinting in the darkness as they voice their frustration towards what is taking place. Every turn, the Cullens brought chaos as of late, and this was the final straw that broke the metaphorical camel's back.

Sam's dominating growl broke their overlapping voices, silencing them in one fluid motion. They stop their movements and face their alpha. "We have to protect the tribe. What they've bred won't be able to control its thirst. Every human will be in danger."

"We're ready!" Paul called out among the large bodies of fur, stepping forward with a snarl lighting up his features. A series of yips echo in agreement with his statement.

"No time to waste!" Leah added.

"We must destroy it before it's born." Sam's eyes flick over the wolves ready to protect the land. The anger they feel is not just a personal feeling; it becomes a collective force, binding them together in a shared purpose. To protect their loved ones, to protect humanity, to protect the tribe.

With a calling howl that is echoed throughout the pack, they charge towards the Cullen home, their massive paws thundering against the forest floor, sending ripples through the ground. Fur bristles along their spines, hackles raised, and teeth bared. Growls erupted from deep within their chests, reverberating through the trees as they closed on the leech-invested home. They corner it from all sides, gaining the element of surprise on the vampires.

The wolves were going to end the Cullen's once and for all. Their treaty had gone on too long, and many lives were lost in the process, and now a monster was born in the midst -- half human, half vampire. Saliva dripped from their bared fangs, forming frothy spittle that clung to their muzzles, a tangible testament to their ferocity. The air crackled with tension, the scent of imminent conflict hanging thickly around them.

The night is alive with sounds from both parties--snarls and growls from the wolves and hissing from the vampires as they clash head-on, the impact echoing through the night. The wolf's paws kick up dirt as they fight their natural-born enemies; neither one is going to surrender so easily.

Paul's muscles ripple beneath his fur as he surges forward, chasing down the burly Cullen leech. The vampire turns swiftly, his Herculean-like arm drawing back to toss Paul back. The grey wolf had seen it a mile away, evading the strike and latching onto his shirt before tossing him into a nearby tree. Spiderweb-like cracks formed beneath the force of the collision, spanning upward before stopping short.

They were nothing more than a blur of fur and pale skin as they fought, each wolf taking on a vampire that seemed to buckle under the force of their attacks. Teeth gnashed and claws swiped, the wolves aimed to overpower the Cullens. Their movements were fluid and synchronised as if they were a well-practised ensemble executing a deadly symphony. With each wolf lunging and attacking, the Cullens found themselves forced into a defensive position.

On the far right of Paul, Jacob battles against Eward, whose clothes are stained with the blood of his wife, who had just given birth. In a blur of russet fur, Jacob lunged at the vampire, his anger that had festered since his infatuation with Bella bubbling to the surface and spilling over when his eyes locked onto Edward's golden ones. Teeth gnashed in mid-air, the sound of sharp incisors clashing, as Jacob aimed to sink his jaws into Edward's flesh.

The Cullens fought back with a desperate resolve. They met the wolves head-on, using their speed, agility, and centuries-old skills to counter the relentless onslaught. Marble bodies collided with wolf ones, the impact sending shockwaves through the forest. The sound of snarls and growls mingled with the cacophony of branches snapping and leaves rustling as if the very elements of nature were caught up in the fury of their clash.

Just as Paul went to sink his canines into Emmett's neck, a booming voice echoed throughout the forest: "Enough!"

Carlisle stepped forward, palms raised in a placating gesture. His eyes, dark with hunger, move over the pack who'd stopped in their attack, his children rushing to his side to evade any further attempts on their lives. He straightens, his chin raised in an attempt at confidence yet he can't help but realise just how strong the wolves truly were.

Carlisle faced Sam head-on, holding the alpha's fierce gaze calmly yet firmly. "We will leave, and never set foot here again. Our presence has caused enough unrest."

Sam looked at Carlisle weighing his words. The pack spoke at once, outraged by the sudden surrender after years of torment brought to the pack because of the Cullens'. If it weren't for their insistence on staying in Forks, young children of the tribe wouldn't have had their lives taken from them and forced into hunting the very things that forced them to shift. Sam growled out, his animalistic eyes narrowing at his pack who quietened down. He directed his gaze to the coven leader.

Edward then translated Sam's thoughts, relaying his terms. "He agrees. He says that if any of us are seen after this day, the pack will tear us apart. This territory now belongs to them and they will protect it as is their right."

Carlisle nodded, affirming what he heard in Sam's thoughts. "We understand and agree to your terms. We will go in peace."

Carlisle released a relieved breath. After so long trying to coexist, perhaps they had been too optimistic and ever since Bella, chaos is all that followed the vampires. Bella and Edward seemed to be the cause of the end of the peace between the two species but had they truly lived in harmony? It seems it was the best course of action to leave and never return as was Edward's wish when he left Bella all those months ago.

Carlisle face sets into one of deep contemplation for a moment before turning to Edward, his voice low and steady. "See to Bella's memorial service. Make it believable that she has passed, so that Charlie will not pursue her. Then we must depart before she turns. We can't have any more discord among us."

Sam's growl resonated through the tense air, a final warning to the Cullens that their presence was not welcomed anymore as they've done more harm than good since their return. With a commanding gaze, he signalled to his pack, his eyes locked onto theirs, and the wolves obediently fell into formation behind their alpha. Their fur bristles slightly at the adrenaline that still courses through their veins.

In silent solidarity, they followed Sam, fur brushing against fur and the soft padding of paws on the forest floor signalling their leave. Jacob turns slightly, eyeing Edward with a somewhat curled lip before he is nudged along by Embry. It isn't until the last swishing tail is out of sight that the Cullens release a sigh of relief. The pack returns to their homes, glad that the Cullens were finally leaving them in peace as they should have done all those years ago.