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A Matter Of Time

A TLYDF Recommendation, Nominated for Immortal Cookie Award, Won Best Imprint in the Silent Tear Awards Two weeks and the whole world can change. Caius and Jane led an insurrection against Aro and are making a mad power grab. Renegades from the wolf pack, unhappy with the treaty with the Cullens, are attacking vampires at every opportunity. Jacob and Renesmee are struggling with the paradox of imprinting. Edward, Bella and all the Cullens must come together to protect the world they've come to love. A tale of action, deceit, intrigue and sexual awakening.

Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight. My thanks to all the wonderful people at PTB who helped with this story.

8. Chapter 8 We'll Get Through This

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I stared at the phone in my hand. My whole being went into panic mode. I instinctively wanted to crouch and snarl but my enemy wasn’t in front of me. Instead it was facing my fragile, vulnerable daughter.

Edward came shockingly fast around the corner. “Bella, what is it?” he asked, his voice low.

“Nessie, Alaska. She says Jane...,” I choked out. Fear was closing my throat. “It’s all burning.” I closed my eyes as I swayed on my feet.

I heard Edward suck in his breath through his teeth. He stepped away from me. “Emmett! Carlisle!” he called, his face twisted with suppressed fury.

Emmett was there first, his cell phone in his hand. “Rosalie’s not answering.”

Carlisle appeared so fast, it was as if he had sprung from the ground. “What exactly did she say, Bella?”

I tried to think through the fear that was gripping my mind. “She said that Jane is there, and that everything’s on fire.”

Edward’s face was as white as marble. He stabbed at his phone. “Let me try Kate or Tanya.”

I felt the stillness associated with great emotion and stress in vampires overtake me. Only my eyes moved as I saw Emmett’s face turn down into a fearsome stone mask. It was like watching him become a gargoyle from Notre Dame, threatening and fierce. A growl was rumbling in his throat.

Carlisle put his hand on Emmett’s shoulder. It was Carlisle’s control and his ability to act through a crisis that made him such a natural leader in our family. “Save your anger, Emmett. Let’s get to Denali, first.”

I heard a brittle cracking sound as pieces of Edward’s crushed cell phone trickled from his clenched fist. “What’s the fastest way?” Edward demanded.

Emmett raised his head. His jaws clenched as he struggled for control. “Fly from Portland to Anchorage. I’ll check the flights.” He was over at the computer instantly.

“Wait,” Carlisle said, turning swiftly. “I know the guys that fly the med-evac flights. Let me get on the phone and see if anyone is available.” He walked from the room with his phone in his hand.

Emmett was clacking away at the keyboard. “The next commercial flight doesn’t leave until the morning. We could be in Anchorage by three.” Without his anger, Emmett was left with only his fear for his wife and niece’s safety. His eyes were preternaturally wide and black.

Edward frowned. “Then another three hour drive from Anchorage to Denali.” He threw his head back and roared his frustration. “I need to be there now!” The house shook with the reverberations.

It was so unlike Edward to show impatience and frustration. Emmett approached Edward and put his hand on his shoulder. “Brother,” he said urgently, “we all feel the need.”

Edward placed his hand on Emmett’s and they turned to touch foreheads. “We’ll get through this,” Emmett reassured Edward.

Edward turned to me, where I stood clutching myself. In each other’s eyes we each read the same feelings of helplessness and despair. We threw our arms around each other and I buried my head in his chest. “Edward,” I whispered, “if anything happens to her, I swear…” I had no words.

He stroked my hair and murmured, “I know, Bella, I know.”

Carlisle came back around the corner. “Bud Watson’s got a Piper he’ll take us in. We meet him at the Forks airport in an hour. He’ll fly us into Wasilla and we’ll rent a car from there. We’ll be there by morning.”

“Thank you, Carlisle,” Edward said without letting me go. Carlisle stepped over and put his arms around the both of us. He bowed his head to meet mine. “Strength, Bella,” he whispered. “Courage.”

Emmett came up on the other side of us and wrapped his bear-like arms around the group of us. The four of us squeezed together, connected by our love and fear. “We’ll get through this, we’ll get through this,” Emmett repeated like a mantra, as if saying it enough would make it so.