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Broken Hearts

Sue tries to save Harry's life under the wolfish eyes of her newly phased children.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the authors. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended. Many thanks to tersaseda and bee for their beta services and encouragement. Events at the Clearwater’s home the day Bella jumped off the cliff (see New Moon, chapter 16).

1. Broken Hearts

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Broken Hearts

by kimmer


my voice cracks

trying to speak through the panic

but I never lose count


my interlaced fingers do their work


doing what they’ve done thousands of times before

but not like this


never like this

I squeeze my eyes shut

trying to focus

letting my training take over


my voice sounds stronger, but far from certain

my hands on his chest

beating out a quick, steady rhythm

forcing life to stay

I focus on each compression

willing myself to ignore all else

save his life

Oh, Harry

I move my lips to his,

my hair slipping from its knot

curtaining our faces

He always liked my long hair

A shared breath

“Breathe, Harry!” I beg

but he ignores me

something tightens around my heart

tears blur my vision

Focus, Sue!


my knees scream

kneeling in the splintered remains of

my demolished kitchen

my arms shake

but not from fatigue—

from fear

the source of my fear

lay not beneath my hands

but hovering above me

inexplicable nightmares

I glance quickly up at them




straight out of Grandmother’s stories



My children


the teeth,

the claws,

the eyes

Their eyes

reflecting my own fear

and bewilderment

I look down


I have no answers for them


I stare at my husband’s chest

but all I see is their eyes

My children’s eyes



and guilty

Without losing count

I look up again

steeling myself against the horror they inspire

“Seth?” I gasp

the brown one whimpers


the smaller one shivers


an instinctive mother-promise

but how?


My mind was spinning

Grandmother’s ghost stories

Harry’s old traditions

were just fables to me

until now

How is this possible?

I stole another look

at them,

at my children

letting reality sink in:

The stories were true


Taha Aki,

The Third Wife

Legend and myth,

superstitions and bedtime stories,

standing in my house

I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through me

The collision of reality and fantasy

was exacting a high price,

maybe too high

I bowed my head, letting the tears come


my children—

I can’t lose them

I won’t lose them


determination filled me

crowding out the despair

another breath

“Stay with me,” I whisper fervently

my tears on his cheeks


A long, plaintive howl outside

startled my saving hands

making my heart pound

More nightmares?

The cry was similar to the twin howls

that had destroyed my kitchen

just moments ago

and stopped my husband’s heart

Focus, Sue


Save his life

The kitchen door swung open

bringing a rush of wind

The storm has finally come




I offer no explanation

for what he sees


His hot hand squeezes my shoulder,


“The ambulance…will be here…any minute,” I grunt


Leah whines

and shakes her great head

Sam moves slowly,

silently amid the rubble

putting himself between me

and my children

His soft words,

so calming

so hopeful

a snort,

a bark,

and more whining

in reply


Another breath

Harry’s face slack,

his lips still unresponsive to mine

The great creatures,

my children,

move cautiously

following Sam

Leaving me