Chapter Seventy-Three

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3rd Person PoV

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3rd Person PoV

"It doesn't matter what I show you. Even when you see. You still won't change your decision," Alice states her full disgust, ripping her hand from Aro's.

She twists her upper body around, whispering to the Emily and Bella, who stood side by side.

"Now!" Alice mouthes, her face mirroring that of fear.

Emily glances down at her son one last time, who wrapped his arm tightly around his niece. Sitting on the back Jacob's sandy coloured wolf.

Bella nods at Jacob, "Take care of my daughter and nephew."

Jacob growls loudly, swinging his body around racing towards the treeline, disappearing into the forest out of sight.

Cauis sneers viscously ordering a member of the Volturi to detain them, "Get them. Hmm!"

Alice whips back around to face the cruel red eyes of Aro, with no hesitation she raises her leg up high, round kicking the ancient leader hard in the face. Aro soars through the sky, flipping himself around as he skids across the cold surface, his hand scrapping away at the ice.

He glances back at the immortal he was infatuated by, instead now he was rather infuriated at her actions. Flicking his wrist at his guards, they quickly detain Alice, gripping their hands strongly around her shoulders.

"Take her away."

Carlisle shakes his head at Alice, "Let her go!" He rushes forward easily deterring the oncoming guards.

Alice's eyes widen in shock as Carlisle's body lands, falling limply beside her.

Aro turns to the Olympic Coven, his face smirking brightly, a hand scrunching the blonde hair of Carlisle Cullen.

In a moment of confusion, fear and anger the Olympic Coven scream out in pain. Their eyes having witnessed the death of a father, a mentor and a friend.

Snarling with inhumane anger the entire Cullen family advance towards the oncoming Volturi army, their witnesses following close behind.

Emily collides her fist with the forehead of a guard, instantly removing it. Spinning around she latches her hand around another enemies neck, slamming them hard to the ground. Crushing their neck in a chokehold effectively snapping the head off.

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