Antonio anxiously walked next to his family as they made their way into the snow-covered clearing. His hands were tightly clenched at his sides, aching for something to grip onto. He shoved them into his pockets, digging his nails into his palms.

His gaze flashed over to Kate, only to quickly look away again as he saw her hand locked with Garret. He moved closer to Tanya, his arm brushing against her shoulder as they walked. She laced her arm through his, lightly rubbing her other hand along his upper arm in a soothing manner.

They came to a stop as they walked far enough into the field.

Antonio took note of where everyone was. His gaze lingered on his mates, only to snap harshly away from them as they embraced each other.

He could feel the blush burning through his face and warming the back of his neck, but a scowl took over his features as he glared down at the snow. He shuffled on his feet, kicking a small amount of snow with his boot-clad feet.

Tanya nudged him, causing him to look back at his oldest sister. She shot him a small look.

He nodded his head, answering her silent question. “I’m alright,” he said. “I’m just a little anxious, I’ll be fine.”

He knew that she didn't believe him, but he couldn't think of an excuse for his mood. Of course everyone wasn't exactly happy with the Volturi coming to potentially kill them, but they were filled with dread.

Antonio wasn't sure what he was feeling. There was a lump in his throat and a ball of emotion curled up into his chest. His attention drifted back over to Emmett and Rosalie. He watched as they held each other, looking away in shame as he realized what was wrong with him.

He was jealous.

He knew he had no reason to be, as they were his mates, but he couldn't help it. The way Rosalie and Emmett looked at each other, with so much love in their eyes and affection in their actions, he was struck by the knowledge of what he wanted.

He wanted to be held, loved, and cherished by the two of them. The problem: he didn't see how he could possibly be included in their love for one another. He felt like he'd be intruding.

He felt nauseous with anxiety as venom pricked his eyes.

He slid his hand down to grip onto Tanya's, squeezing her hand faintly as she rubbed her thumb soothingly over the back of his hand. If he were human, Antonio knew that he would be shaking with how many emotions rolled through him. He knew what it meant, but he hadn't experienced it since the time he was turned.

He was having a panic attack.

The physical symptoms weren't there, considering his heart no longer accelerated with his emotions, his breathing didn't pick up, his body didn't shake, and sweat no longer clung the back of his hair to the nape of his neck.

Emotionally; he felt anything and everything. He knew it was bound to happen eventually, as he often didn't allow himself to process his emotions, but he didn't want it to be happening right now.

He squeezed Tanya's hand tighter, trying to calm himself down as he heard Garret mutter something about 'red coats.' He forced himself to breathe deeply, not sure how to exactly decrease the attack as he was used to dealing with the physical symptoms.

He could hear them running through the forest, and he knew they were almost here. He felt as Tanya tugged on his arm, and he allowed her to lead him to where she wanted to.

His gaze snapped back up to look at her as she let go of his hand, though his body seemed to relax as someone else took his hand.

He gripped back onto the hand, leaning into Emmett's side as the taller man rubbed small circles onto the back of Antonio's hand.

A smaller body leaned into Antonio's other side, leading to him instinctively wrapping his free arm around their shoulders.

Rosalie wrapped her arm around his waist in return, her thumb lightly caressing his hip as he relaxed into her and Emmett.

His nausea started to recede as he rested his head against Emmett's shoulder with his eyes closed, the venom leaving his eyes as his overwhelming emotions began to settle.

His eyes opened again as he heard the crunching of snow stop, seeing the Volturi suddenly arrive in front of them.

He gripped tighter onto his mates and forced himself to stand up straighter.

Faint growls reached his ears, and he knew why they had stopped. The wolves had joined them, now standing only a few feet back. Their presence put him on edge, but he knew that the wolves were on their side.

Antonio's gaze flickered over to Carlisle as he stepped forward, the brunet having missed his conversation with Edward.

Carlisle spread his arms out in greeting as he spoke, "Aro, my dear friend, it's been centuries."

Aro stepped forward, shadowed by Renata. He held up his hand as growls rippled from the crowd behind him.

"Quiet," he muttered, "Fair words, Carlisle. Though, they do seem misplaced, considering the battalion you've assembled against us and our dearest ones."

Carlisle rolled his shoulders backward, forcing his posture to relax before he held his hand forward. "You need but a touch to find that was not my intent, my friend. You could have the truth."

Aro remained silent for a moment as his gaze lingered. He spoke as his eyes narrowed back onto Carlisle. "Maybe such, but how could your intent possibly matter, considering the treason you've committed?"

Carlisle stepped forward again as he raised his voice, standing taller as it echoed over the field.

"I have not committed the crimes you accuse me of! There is no need for punishment!"

Aro took another step forward as he swept his arms open wide. "Then step aside, and let us punish those who are responsible. Truly, dear Carlisle, it would sadden me greatly to have to end your precious life today."

"No one has broken the law, Aro." He stepped forward again, holding his hand out once more. "Just let me explain."

Before Aro could speak, Caius moved forward to stand by his brother's side.

"So many pointless laws, minor inconveniences, many of which you helped create. How could you stand to break the only one that truly matters?"

"The law wasn't broken, if you could just listen - "

"We can see the little child," Caius hissed out, "Carlisle, do not treat us as fools!"

"She isn't immortal! She isn't a vampire! If you'd just let me explain for one quick moment - "

"If she is not a forbidden, then why have you gathered an army to fight for her?"

"Witnesses, Caius. They are witnesses, just like your own," Carlisle's gaze drifted toward the edge of the forest, where the horde of vampires resided. "Any one of these friends could attest to my claim. They can tell you the truth about the child. Or you could look for yourself. You can see the flush in her cheeks, feel the warmth running through her veins. Please, Caius, just look."

"Artifice!" He snapped. 

"Enough, brother," Aro chided him. "I must collect every facet of the truth. Perhaps, from someone more central to the story." His eyes flickered through the crowd before him. "Edward, as the child clings to your newborn mate, I assume you are involved?"

Antonio watched as Edward crossed the field and allowed Aro to take hold of his hand.

Aro's gaze flickered back toward the crowd before he looked back to Edward's face. "I'd like to meet her," he spoke faintly.

Edward gazed back at his wife, briefly nodding his head as he sensed her hesitance. Bella moved forward a few feet before she stopped and gazed back at them, her eyes stopping as they landed on Emmett.

A growl rippled from his chest as Emmett moved away. It simmered into a low rumble in his chest after Emmett flashed him a brief smile over his shoulder. Antonio leaned more to Rosalie, sliding his hand back down into hers. She laced her fingers through his, faintly squeezing his hand as they watched their bear of a mate walk toward the danger.

They stopped in front of the Mad King, standing in the middle of the field. Renesmee moved closer, disregarding Aro's hand as he held it out.

"Hello, Aro," she spoke softly. She glanced at his hand before raising her own tiny hand, pressing it gently against the side of his face.

"Magnifico!" Aro breathed out as his eyes remained unfocused.

Bella pulled Renesmee back, picking her up and placing her onto Jacob's back. They moved back to the rest of the witnesses, and Antonio gladly took Emmett's hand as he returned.

"Half-mortal, half-immortal. Conceived and born, while our dear Isabella was still human!" Aro called out as he turned back to face the rest of the Volturi clan.

"Impossible!" Caius snapped out, his harsh glare returning to Isabella and her child.

"Do you think they've fooled me, brother?" Aro's voice had dropped a few octaves, venom lacing his tone as his gaze redirected to his blonde brethren.

"Where is the informer?" Caius responded instead, directing the attention away from his own doubt. "Bring her forward!" His gaze scanned through the crowd behind him before it landed on her. "You! Come here! Bring her!"

Antonio froze in place as he caught sight of blonde hair. He started to move forward as Irina came into view, only to get pulled back into Emmett's chest.

He started forward again before being tugged more firmly back into Emmett's broad chest. He gripped tightly onto the arm that held him still from its place around his waist. His grip was firmer than he realized, his nails leaving crescent marks in the skin of Emmett's marble forearms.

Antonio stilled for a moment as Irina's gaze met his own as he sagged back against Emmett. The tension left his body as he held his sister's stare.

A snarl ripped from his throat as Caius stepped close to Irina, his hand harshly connecting with the side of her face.

He thrashed against Emmett's hold, his fit of rage calming slightly as Rosalie stepped in front of him. Her hands cupped his face, guiding him to look down at her. His gaze became less fierce as she caressed his cheek. He took deep breaths as he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes shutting as he tried to refocus himself.

"The Cullens are innocent," Antonio heard Irina mutter. "And I take full responsibility for my mistake." Antonio looked up and watched as Irina's gaze scanned over her family. Her eyes connected with his as she spoke softly.

"I'm sorry."

His heart dropped in his chest as bright flames blazed in his vision. He froze in horror as Irina's arms were ripped from her torso. He heard his sisters scream as they watched Caius bring a torch down to Irina's headless body.

His legs gave out from under him, bringing him down to his knees as he watched the body of his youngest sister burn.

He barely registered as Rosalie sank down with him, moving in front of him to hold his face in her hands again. He ignored as she repeated something over and over again, his eyes locked onto Irina's body over Rosalie's shoulder. His hearing zoned in on the crackling of the fire, faintly starting to hear what his blonde mate was whispering.

"Anton. Antonio, sweetheart, I need you to look at me."

His gaze briefly flickered over to her face, to Irina, and then back to Rosalie. He forced himself to meet her gaze but he wasn't sure if he was really paying attention.

Irina's destruction was fresh on his mind, but he was pulled deeper into its threshold as he remembered a destroyed memory. One second, he was held in Rosalie's grasp. The next second, he became lost to the tragedies in his mind.

He had been in a quaint little home, his newborn body standing over the body of a young girl. Her dark ringlets were spread around her head like a halo as her mangled body laid on the floor. Her body was laid at an awful angle, exactly how Antonio had dropped her.

Her hazel brown eyes were open, staring off into nothingness as they no longer held life.

He could hear himself sobbing as he watched the remainder of her blood puddle around herself. He had sunk down to the floor, just as he had done with Irina.

And he watched as the fire she had started overtaking her body.

He stayed there until Eleazar and Carmen had arrived. The fire had been much closer to him, and they had to drag him out as he wasn't listening.

He guessed that was what happened when you get a sister for a blood-singer. He had only meant to go and talk to her. He had been pissed to see her starting another fire, and then he smelled her blood. He couldn't stop himself. He was angry, and his anger blinded the love he felt for her.

Now though, as he thought of Irina, he wasn't angry. He was in despair. He felt empty.

His eyes once again met Rosalie's, and his body sagged in relief as he came to a realization.

No matter what happened, no matter how messed up things become, Rosalie and Emmett would always be there for him.

He held his gaze to hers, and he didn't dare look away from her eyes.

He would not leave them. Not now, not ever. They were destined, and they were whole.

And, he realized, he was okay with that.