Eleanor grumbled, but Edythe ignored her.
“Beau, Carine, let’s go.”
I took off after her, and I could hear Carine do the same. Edythe didn’t run as fast this time, and we both easily kept up.
“You seem very confident,” Carine said to Edythe.
“I got a good look at their minds. They don’t want this fight, either. There are eight of us. They know they won’t win if it comes to actual bloodshed.”
“It can’t. I won’t hurt them.”
“I’m not in disagreement with that. But it would cause problems, if we left now.”
“I know.”
I listened, but my thoughts were far away, thinking about Bonnie and Charlie and the fact that I should be nowhere near human beings right now. I’d heard plenty from the others about the newborn years, especially Jessamine, and I wasn’t ready to try to be the first exception to the rule. Sure, I hadn’t had a hard time picking up most things, and everyone was surprised by how… calm I was, but this was different. Edythe had been very careful to make sure I was never tested when it came to the most important thing—not killing anyone. And if I screwed up tonight, not only would I destroy my father’s world—he needed a friend now like he never had before—but I’d also ignite some kind of war between the Cullens and the giant werewolves.
I’d never felt clumsy in this new body, but suddenly that same sense of impending doom was hanging over me. Here was my chance to mess things up in a really spectacular way.
Edythe led us northeast. We crossed the freeway where it turned east toward Port Angeles and continued due north for a short time, following a smaller road. Edythe stopped in a wasteland on the side of the dark road, a large clearing recently made by loggers.
“Edythe, I don’t think I can do this.”
She took my hand. “We’re upwind. Carine and I will try to stop you if something happens. Just remember not to fight us.”
“What if I can’t control it? What if I hurt you?”
“Don’t panic, Beau, I know you can do this. Hold your breath. Run away if it gets bad.”
“But Edythe—”
She put her finger to her lips and stared southward.
It wasn’t long before a set of headlights turned into view.
I was expecting the car to pass. After all, the wolves wouldn’t even fit inside the little sedan. But it slowly came to a stop not far from where we waited, and I realized it was Bonnie inside, and someone else in the driver’s seat.
Then two of the wolves were there, coming from the forest on the other side of the road. They split to move around the car on either side; it looked protective. The woman in the driver’s seat got out and came around to get Bonnie. I was sure it wasn’t Sam, though her hair was just as short. I stared at her, wondering if I’d met her on the beach, too, but she didn’t look familiar. Like Sam, she was tall and looked strong.
Clearly she didn’t just look strong. She picked Bonnie up in her arms and carried her like the older woman weighed nothing. Kind of like the way the Cullens had thrown me around as if I were a feather pillow. Maybe the wolves—because obviously this was the gray wolf who was missing from the original trio—were stronger than normal humans, too.
Sam and the dark brown wolf led the way as the tall woman carried Bonnie behind them. Sam stopped a good thirty yards away from where we stood.
“I can’t see as well as you,” I heard Bonnie say tartly. Sam prowled another ten yards forward.
“Hello, Bonnie,” Carine said.
“I can’t see, Paula,” Bonnie complained again. Her voice sounded rough and weak to me; I’d been listening to no one but vampires for a month. The half-wolf, half-human pack moved slowly forward until they were only ten yards away. I held my breath, even though the light wind still blew from behind me.
“Carine Cullen,” Bonnie said coldly. “I should have put it together sooner. It wasn’t till I saw you at the funeral that I realized what had happened.”
“But you were wrong,” Edythe said.
“That’s what Sam says,” Bonnie answered. “I’m not sure she’s right.” Bonnie’s eyes flickered to me, and she shuddered.
“All we have is Beau’s word and our own. Will you believe either?” Edythe asked.
Bonnie harrumphed, but didn’t answer.
“Please,” Carine said, and her voice was much kinder than either of the others’. “We’ve never hurt anyone here. We won’t start now. It would be better for us not to leave immediately, otherwise we would go without an argument.”
“You don’t want to look guilty,” Bonnie agreed sarcastically.
“No, we would rather not,” Carine said. “And in truth, we are not in breach.”
Bonnie looked at me. “Then where is Beau? Do you expect me to believe he’s inside that thing that bears some slight resemblance to him?” Hurt was strong in her voice, but so was hate. I was surprised by her reaction. Did I really seem so different? Like I wasn’t even here?
“Bonnie, it’s me,” I said.
She winced at my voice.
I was out of air. I gripped Edythe’s hand and took a shallow breath. Still upwind, it was okay.
“I know I look and sound a little different, but I’m still me, Bonnie.”
“So you say.”
I raised my free hand helplessly. “I don’t know how to convince you. What I told Sam was true—another vampire bit me. She would have killed me, too, except that the Cullens got there in time. They didn’t do anything wrong. They were always trying to protect me.”