Carlisle shut the phone without waiting for an answer. He continued to stare out into the fog.
"What's the problem?" Emmett murmured to Edward.
"Irina was more involved with our friend Laurent than we knew. She's holding a grudge against the wolves for destroying him to save Bella. She wants -" He paused, looking down at me.
"Go on," I said as evenly as I could.
His eyes tightened. "She wants revenge. To take down the pack. They would trade their help for our permission."
"No!" I gasped.
"Don't worry," he told me in a flat voice. "Carlisle would never agree to it." He hesitated, then sighed. "Nor would I. Laurent had it coming" - this was almost a growl - "and I still owe the wolves for that."
"This isn't good," Jasper said. "It's too even a fight. We'd have the upper hand in skill, but not numbers. We'd win, but at what price?" His tense eyes flashed to Alice's face and away.
I wanted to scream out loud as I grasped what Jasper meant.
We would win, but we would lose. Some wouldn't survive.
I looked around the room at their faces - Jasper, Alice, Emmett, Rose, Esme, Carlisle . . . Edward - the faces of my family.
Chapter 14. DECLARATION
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS," I SAID WEDNESDAY AFTERnoon. "You've completely lost your mind!"
"Say whatever you like about me," Alice answered. "The party is still on."
I stared at her, my eyes so wide with disbelief it felt like they might fall out and land on my lunch tray.
"Oh, calm down, Bella! There's no reason not to go through with it. Besides, the invitations are already sent."
"But . . . the . . . you . . . I . . . insane!" I spluttered.
"You've already bought my present," she reminded me. "You don't have to do anything but show up."
I made an effort to calm myself. "With everything that is going on right now, a party is hardly appropriate."
"Graduation is what's going on right now, and a party is so appropriate it's almost passé."
"Alice!"
She sighed, and tried to be serious. "There are a few things we need to get in order now, and that's going to take a little time. As long as we're sitting here waiting, we might as well commemorate the good stuff. You're only going to graduate from high school - for the first time - once. You don't get to be human again, Bella. This is a once-in-a-lifetime shot."
Edward, silent through our little argument, flashed her a warning look. She stuck out her tongue at him. She was right - her soft voice would never carry over the babble of the cafeteria. And no one would understand the meaning behind her words in any case.
"What few things do we need to get in order?" I asked, refusing to be sidetracked.
Edward answered in a low voice. "Jasper thinks we could use some help. Tanya's family isn't the only choice we have. Carlisle's trying to track down a few old friends, and Jasper is looking up Peter and Charlotte. He's considering talking to Maria . . . but no one really wants to involve the southerners."
Alice shuddered delicately.
"It shouldn't be too hard to convince them to help," he continued. "Nobody wants a visit from Italy."
"But these friends - they're not going to be . . . vegetarians, right?" I protested, using the Cullens' tongue-in-cheek nickname for themselves.
"No," Edward answered, suddenly expressionless.
"Here? In Forks?"
"They're friends," Alice reassured me. "Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry. And then, Jasper has to teach us a few courses on newborn elimination. . . ."
Edward's eyes brightened at that, and a brief smile flashed across his face. My stomach suddenly felt like it was full of sharp little splinters of ice.
"When are you going?" I asked in a hollow voice. I couldn't stand this - the idea that someone might not come back. What if it was Emmett, so brave and thoughtless that he was never the least bit cautious? Or Esme, so sweet and motherly that I couldn't even imagine her in a fight? Or Alice, so tiny, so fragile-looking? Or . . . but I couldn't even think the name, consider the possibility.
"A week," Edward said casually. "That ought to give us enough time."
The icy splinters twisted uncomfortably in my stomach. I was suddenly nauseated.
"You look kind of green, Bella," Alice commented.
Edward put his arm around me and pulled me tightly against his side. "It's going to be fine, Bella. Trust me."
Sure, I thought to myself. Trust him. He wasn't the one who was going to have to sit behind and wonder whether or not the core of his existence was going to come home.
And then it occurred to me. Maybe I didn't need to sit behind. A week was more than enough time.
"You're looking for help," I said slowly.
"Yes." Alice's head cocked to the side as she processed the change in my tone.
I looked only at her as I answered. My voice was just slightly louder than a whisper. "I could help."
Edward's body was suddenly rigid, his arm too tight around me. He exhaled, and the sound was a hiss.
But it was Alice, still calm, who answered. "That really wouldn't be helpful."
"Why not?" I argued; I could hear the desperation in my voice. "Eight is better than seven. There's more than enough time."
"There's not enough time to make you helpful, Bella," she disagreed coolly. "Do you remember how Jasper described the young ones? You'd be no good in a fight. You wouldn't be able to control your instincts, and that would make you an easy target. And then Edward would get hurt trying to protect you." She folded her arms across her chest, pleased with her unassailable logic.