The haze clouded my reality. Unsure, yet strangely aware. The bright, twirling colors. Brilliant flashes of light. A strange creaking noise. I reached through the dream's stupor; waking up to greet the morning. My eyes blurry, I gazed around the room in confusion.

Darkness. Why was I awake when it was so dark? I blinked rapidly and swiped at my eyes.

Movement in a corner caught my attention. I drew in a ragged breath.

"Jacob?" I whispered tentatively. "Jacob, is that you?"

The shape remained quiet as if unsure. Suddenly, it lunged.


"Bella!" The voice gasped. Edward.

"What is it?" I asked, confused. I turned from the scent of the deer herd in the shadows, safe for now.

"Run home. It's Renesmee. I can hear her screaming in my head." He turned and fled, his shape now merely a memory. I followed him. Fleet as a deer, he arrived at the cottage without disturbing the forest floor.

"Edward, you're scaring me," I said as he investigated the area under our daughter's window. It was then that I froze. I smelled him.

"I know that scent," I said slowly. My brain clicked.

"Nahuel," Edward breathed.

"Renesmee!" I yelled. I heard the deer herd move with the sound of my amplified voice. "Renesmee!"

Edward was already on his silver cell. Calling reinforcements.

I jumped through the open window into Renesmee's room. On the bed, a note lay waiting. Obviously meant for us. With shaking hands, I opened the letter.

Mom and Dad,

I have been told to write you this note. I will be leaving with someone you know. His name is Nahuel. He told me to write and say I am safe. I will remain safe as long as I am with him. He has told me that I will be comfortable and well cared for as long as I remain with him. Please remember how much I love you. Renesmee

I heard Edward land on the sill behind me.

"She's gone. Nahuel kidnapped her."

He landed on the wooden floor, then stilled. He furrowed his brows in concentration. I wondered if he could still hear the man's thoughts in the distance.

"Oh, Edward," I moaned. "What are we going to do?"

I pulled the folded note close to my chest, surrounding the hasty script of my daughter. The tear-stained letter betrayed Renesmee's terror. My chest heaved, heavy somehow.

Teeth grinding, his chin tight, Edward enveloped my torso with the embrace of a man determined to save his family.

"We'll find them," He choked.

"What do we do first?" I begged, looking into his deep black eyes.

"Call in the dogs," He said gruffly. "Jacob will be – " he cut off suddenly, shaking his head.

"I know," I sighed. "He'll be inconsolable. Then he'll be on the move. We have to get to them before he does. I don't know what he'll do to Nahuel when he finds out he's kidnapped Renesmee. We know he won't hurt her, but still –" I, too, couldn't finish.

"We'll get them back if it's the last thing I do." Edward growled.

Somehow, I believed him. At the same time, I felt the sobs coming. My daughter. Gone.