I was infuriated as I made my way into the room where my brothers were being treated. How dare anyone or anything attack my family? Of course, I had no one to blame myself. I was the one who left them to fend for themselves.

The stench of blood made my nostrils flare as I shut the door behind me. Family blood. Their blood. I could barely stand to look at Jasper and then Emmett. Emmett who grinned up at me as if nothing horrible had happened to him.

Clenching my jaw, I walked to the edge of the bed where Jasper lay. "How are you feeling?" I asked, as he gave me a look that clearly said, how do you think idiot? Right. Perhaps it was a stupid question.

"I'll live." His eyes twinkled a bit at his joke. I wasn't amused. Walking over to Emmett, I turned my attention to him.

"What happened? How many were there?" To my father, I forced myself to meet his gaze and ask, "How long before they are well?"