Carlisle and Edward had not been able to catch up with Irina before her trail disappeared into the sound.

　　They'd swum to the other bank to see if her trail had picked up in a straight line, but there was no trace ofher for miles in either direction on the eastern shore.

　　It was all my fault. She had come, as Alice had seen, to make peace with the Cullens, only to beangered by my camaraderie with Jacob. I wished I'd noticed her earlier, before Jacob had phased. Iwished we'd gone hunting somewhere else.

　　There wasn't much to be done. Carlisle had called Tanya with the disappointing news. Tanya and Katehadn't seen Irina since they'd decided to come to my wedding, and they were distraught that Irina hadcome so close and yet not returned home; it wasn't easy for them to lose their sister, however temporarythe separation might be. I wondered if this brought back hard memories of losing their mother so manycenturies ago.

　　Alice was able to catch a few glimpses of Irina's immediate future, nothing too concrete. She wasn'tgoing back to Denali, as far as Alice could tell. The picture was hazy. All Alice could see was that Irinawas visibly upset; she wandered in the snow-swathed wilderness—to the north? To the east?—with adevastated expression. She made no decisions for a new course beyond her directionless grieving.

　　Days passed and, though of course I forgot nothing, Irina and her pain moved to the back of my mind.

　　There were more important things to think of now. I would leave for Italy in just a few days. When I gotback, we'd all be off to South America.

　　Every detail had been gone over a hundred times already. We would start with the Ticunas, tracing theirlegends as well as we could at the source. Now that it was accepted that Jacob would come with us, hefigured prominently in the plans—it was unlikely that the people who believed in vampires would speakto any of us about their stories. If we dead-ended with the Ticunas, there were many closely relatedtribes in the area to research. Carlisle had some oldfriends in the Amazon; if we could find them, they might have information for us, too. Or at least asuggestion as to where else we might go for answers. It was unlikely that the three Amazon vampires hadanything to do with the legends of vampire hybrids themselves, as they were all female. There was noway to know how long our search would take.

　　I hadn't told Charlie about the longer trip yet, and I stewed about what to say to him while Edward andCarlisle's discussion went on. How to break the news to him just right?

　　I stared at Renesmee while I debated internally. She was curled up on the sofa now, her breathing slowwith heavy sleep, her tangled curls splayed wildly around her face.Usually, Edward and I took her backto our cottage to put her to bed, but tonight we lingered with the family, he and Carlisle deep in theirplanning session.

　　Meanwhile, Emmett and Jasper were more excited about planning the hunting possibilities. The Amazonoffered a change from our normal quarry. Jaguars and panthers, for example. Emmett had a whim towrestle with an anaconda. Esme and Rosalie were planning what they would pack. Jacob was off withSam's pack, setting things up for his own absence.

　　Alice moved slowly—for her—around the big room, unnecessarily tidying the already immaculate space,straightening Esme's perfectly hung garlands. She was re-centering Esme's vases on the console at themoment. I could see from the way her face fluctuated—aware, then blank, then aware again—that shewas searching the future. I assumed she was trying to see through the blind spots that Jacob andRenesmee made in her visions as to what was waiting for us in South America until Jasper said, "Let itgo, Alice; she's not our concern," and a cloud of serenity stole silently and invisibly through the room.

　　Alice must have been worrying about Irina again.

　　She stuck her tongue out at Jasper and then lifted one crystal vase that was filled with white and redroses and turned toward the kitchen. There was just the barest hint of wilt to one of the white flowers,but Alice seemed intent on utter perfection as a distraction to her lack of vision tonight.

　　Staring at Renesmee again, I didn't see it when the vase slipped from Alice's fingers. I only heard thewhoosh of the air whistling past the crystal, and my eyes flickered up in time to see the vase shatter intoten thousand diamond shards against the edge of the kitchen's marble floor.

　　We were perfectly still as the fragmented crystal bounced and skittered in every direction with anunmusical tinkling, all eyes on Alice's back.

　　My first illogical thought was that Alice was playing some joke on us. Because there was no way thatAlice could have dropped the vase by accident I could have darted across the room to catch the vase inplenty of time myself, if I hadn't assumed she would get it. And how would it fall through her fingers in thefirst place? Her perfectly sure fingers...

　　I had never seen a vampire drop anything by accident. Ever.

　　And then Alice was facing us, twisting in a move so fast it didn't exist.

　　Her eyes were halfway here and halfway locked on the future, wide, staring, filling her thin face till theyseemed to overflow it. Looking into her eyes was like looking out of a grave from the inside; I was buriedin the terror anddespair and agony of her gaze.

　　I heard Edward gasp; it was a broken, half-choked sound.

　　"What?"Jasper growled, leaping to her side in a blurred rush of movement, crushing the broken crystalunder his feet. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her sharply. She seemed to rattle silently in hishands. "What Alice?"Emmett moved into my peripheral vision, his teeth bared while his eyes darted toward the window,anticipating an attack.

　　There was only silence from Esme, Carlisle, and Rose, who were frozen just as I was.

　　Jasper shook Alice again. "What is it?""They're coming for us," Alice and Edward whispered together, perfectly synchronized. "All of them."Silence.

　　For once, I was the quickest to understand—because something in their words triggered my own vision.

　　It was only the distant memory of a dream—faint, transparent, indistinct as if I were peering through thickgauze.... In my head, I saw a line of black advancing on me, the ghost of my half-forgotten humannightmare. I could not see the glint of their ruby eyes in the shrouded image, or the shine of their sharpwet teeth, but I knew where the gleam should be....

　　Stronger than the memory of the sight came the memory of the feel —the wrenching need to protect theprecious thing behind me.

　　I wanted to snatch Renesmee up into my arms, to hide her behind my skin and hair, to make herinvisible. But I couldn't even turn to look at her. I felt not like stone but ice. For the first time since I'dbeen reborn a vampire, I felt cold.

　　I barely heard the confirmation of my fears. I didn't need it. I already knew.

　　"The Volturi," Alice moaned.

　　"All of them," Edward groaned at the same time.

　　"Why?" Alice whispered to herself. "How?""When?" Edward whispered.

　　"Why?" Esme echoed.

　　"When?"Jasper repeated in a voice like splintering ice.

　　Alice's eyes didn't blink, but it was as if a veil covered them; they became perfectly blank. Only hermouth held on to her expression of horror.

　　"Not long," she and Edward said together. Then she spoke alone. "There's snow on the forest, snow onthe town. Little more than a month.""Why?" Carlisle was the one to ask this time.

　　Esme answered. "They must have a reason. Maybe to see ...""This isn't about Bella," Alice said hollowly. "They're all coming—Aro, Caius, Marcus, every member ofthe guard, even the wives.""The wives never leave the tower," Jasper contradicted her in a flat voice. "Never. Not during thesouthern rebellion. Not when the Romanians tried to overthrow them. Not even when they were huntingthe immortal children. Never.""They're coming now," Edward whispered.

　　"But why?" Carlisle said again. "We've done nothing! And if we had, what could we possibly do thatwould bring f/?/sdown on us?""There are so many of us," Edward answered dully. "They must want to make sure that..." He didn'tfinish.

　　"That doesn't answer the crucial question! Why?"I felt I knew the answer to Carlisle's question, and yet at the same time I didn't. Renesmee was thereason why, I was sure. Somehow I'd known from the very beginning that they would come for her. Mysubconscious had warned me before I'd known I was carrying her. It felt oddly expected now. As if I'dsomehow always known that the Volturi would come to take my happiness from me.

　　But that still didn't answer the question.

　　"Go back, Alice," Jasper pleaded. "Look for the trigger. Search."Alice shook her head slowly, her shoulders sagging. "It came out of nowhere, Jazz. I wasn't looking forthem, or even for us. I was just looking for Irina. She wasn't where I expected her to be...." Alice trailedoff, her eyes drifting again. She stared at nothing for a long second.

　　And then her head jerked up, her eyes hard as flint. I heard Edward catch his breath.

　　"She decided to go to them," Alice said. "Irina decided to go to the Volturi. And then they will decide....

　　It's as if they're waiting for her. Like their decision was already made, and just waiting on her___"It was silent again as we digested this. What would Irina tell the Volturi that would resu............