Bare Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [3] ✓

11

The leaves scatted across the invisible treaty line as the wind softly blows.

It sends Beau's black hair across his forehead in soft tendrils. Beside him, Jacob is frowning slightly as if the land on the other side of the line is a personal enemy.

"We have to do this," Beau says towards the werewolf. "For Renesmee."

Jacob's jaw clenches, "I know,"

"I don't want to do this anymore than you do," Beau reminds him, his chest tightening as he thinks about the familiar faces that lurk on this land. "But we can't face the Volturi with just you, Seth, and Leah."

Again, Jacob repeats, "I know,"

Then the werewolf is stepping over the treaty line. Beau follows his lead, stepping over the line and can practically feel the wolves rushing towards them. He left out an un-needed breath, his shoulder's tensing underneath the dark leather jacket he was wearing.

"They aren't coming," Jacob says softly by his side. Seeming a bit bewildered.

"Why not?" Beau asked, looking at the tall teenage boy.

"I don't know," The tone in Jacob's voice sets Beau slightly more on edge. More than the fact that Jacob can't hear what the Quileute pack is thinking since he'd made a pack of his own.

With a shared glance, they begin to run.

The breeze splashes against Beau's face as he kicks his legs up. Jacob is running effortlessly beside him, both of them creatures of endurance.

Sam's house is perched in waiting for them. Beau can hear many irregular heartbeats inside of the house. As well as a few normal paced ones in their company.

"The pack is in there," Jacob says, his tone like a warning. "Some imprints too."

"Emily?" Beau asks, knowing only her as an imprintee.

Jacob doesn't reply with words, just shakes his head in reply. He walks with Beau following slightly behind him. The werewolf raises his hand to knock on the door, and before his russet skin can connect with the hard wood, a nameless female is answering the door.

She's a simple kind of beautiful. With dark ink hair flowing down her shoulders, warm brown eyes, and a kind smile. She seems like the type of girl movie casting directors would choose as a love interest.

"Rachel?" Jacob asks, a smile blooming onto his face.

"Jake?" The girl, Rachel, asks. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Sam," Jacob says, before catching Beau's confused expression.

"Beau this is my sister Rachel,"

As soon as the words leave Jacob's mouth, Beau starts noticing the similarities in-between the two siblings. Their noses are the same, thin but with slightly larger than normal nostrils. Their eyes are the same, slightly almond shape. Rachel is the exact replica of what Beau would come up with in his head if Jacob had been a female.

Instantly, at Jacob's words, Rachel's eyes connect with Beau's. Something flashes across her face and it sets Beau on edge.

"Rachel-" Jacob begins, noticing his sister's resistance to let them inside of the house.

"Let them in," Sam's voice is a rumble from inside of the house.

Rachel huffs, wrinkles forming in between her eyebrows, but she does as Sam says. As soon as she makes enough room in the doorway, Jacob pushes past her. Beau does so with a bit more trouble, trying to ignore Rachel's heated gaze on the side of his face as he does so.