𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

Twenty Four.

Chapter 24:
The Seeing Eye

The next morning, it was quiet.

Glittering snowflakes fell soundlessly, taking their time before they reached their destined places of rest, enveloping everything in a calm, silent coldness that was disturbing in its own special way.

Breath pale against the numbing air, she blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her face. Her eyelashes were wet, as were her pants, but those were the least of her worries.

Tree branches hung low from the weight of the snow, the sky was the brightest shade of white and grey, and she couldn't find it in her to take in the view of the snowy field they stood in.

It was vast and wide, enough space for a war.

They left the campsite bright and early for last minute hunting, something that Hunter failed to participate in.

Her eyes were still as red as wine, anger and defense swimming in the dark irises. She had human blood in her system and it was enough. She felt strong, strong enough to finally end the source of her torment.

Her hands were wrapped around Edward's arm as they came to a stop in the field. The atmosphere was ominous, as was the morning fog that layered the ground at the other end of the opening.

"Snowball fight part two." Hunter sighed.

Bella rolled her eyes and nudged the hybrid while a handful of others chuckled at her dark humor. She couldn't help but lighten up the situation. She could hold a straight face but she couldn't find it in her to keep a straight mouth.

Then it started.

Before she could see anything, she could hear them. Chains shackling, boots trudging, snow crunching. They have arrived. Her hand slid down Edward's arm and into his hand, her eyes staring into the far abyss.

The air grew tense, so tense she wanted to scream and run forward, beginning the battle with snatching Willow's head straight off her shoulders.

But peering over at Bella made her think otherwise. If there was a chance they could make it out alive without a fight, she didn't want to be the one to ruin it.

There had to be at least more than a hundred volturi. Guards lined the ends of the seemingly endless line of vampires, each one's eyes redder than the last. Perched in the middle, were the royals. Aro and Willow walked hand in hand, a smirk covering her villainous face.

There were more than they were expecting.

"Aro's looking for Alice." Edward muttered, reading the vampire's mind with ease.