I stared in horror as Jacob’s huge russet body flew through the air with unworldly speed. At the last second, Evan shoved me aside. He met the full brunt of Jacobs attack. I couldn’t help it. A scream escaped my lips. With the force of Jacob’s attack, they landed almost out of sight in the dense woods. I ran blindly after them… not realizing it was my own tears blinding me.
“ Jacob! Stop!” I yelled helplessly.
When I finally got to them, I stared in shock. Jacob was crouched on top of Evan, teeth bared at his throat. Evan just lay there, speaking quietly. Blood pooled beneath him from a slash of Jacob’s claws across his chest. I threw caution into the wind.
“ Get off him!” I cried as I ran up beside them. Jacob’s huge head turned toward me. He backed off warily.
I crouched by Evan’s side. I could tell by his wounds, and Jacob’s unmarked beautiful wolf body, he hadn’t tried to fight back.
“ Look what you did!” I snapped toward Jacob. He whined softly, his big brown eyes darting between me and Evan.
“ It will be fine, Mika. He feels bad already.” Evan said gently.
“ Well he shouldn’t have over reacted!” I cried angrily.
“Mika. He did it because he loves you. And wants to protect you.” Evan’s green eyes stared into mine sincerely. He nodded to Jacob.
I looked over at Jacob, still in wolf form.
“ Jake. I’m sorry for yelling. Please go shift. I’m going to need your help.” I couldn’t finish without breaking eye contact. I glanced away quickly, and turned my attention back to Evan.
“ How badly are you hurt?” I asked him, applying pressure to the worst of the slashes.
“ Not badly. But since I am not full vampire, I think I’m going to need stitches. I don’t heal quite as fast as full bloods.”
I stared at him, and felt the blood drain from my face. What if he died? I would have killed Renesmee’s true love.
“ You’re not going to die are you?” I asked quickly, pushing on his chest harder. He chuckled and then flinched in pain as I pressed harder.
“ Of course not.”
I glanced up as Jacob came back. He had went back and gotten his clothes.
He came and lifted Evan slowly. His eyes had a pained look in them as he looked at Evan’s blood on me.
“ Where are we taking him?” He asked, his voice slow and husky.
“ I would like to take him to Carlisle. He will be the best to treat him.” I said bravely. I waited, almost positive he would refuse.
“ All right. If that’s what you want.” He turned and started walking. As I followed, I felt my heart start to turn cold. I should have known that letting Jacob so close to my heart would end up hurting me in the end. I felt like I was fighting myself. I wanted to make Jacob happy, and I knew he felt betrayed by me sticking up for Evan. But I also wanted Renesmee to be happy since I took the person she loved. Why does love always feel like a battlefield?