And Jasper is running toward them. More specifically, toward Edward and his wife, ducking under reaching arms and sidestepping anyone that tries to stop him. His shoulders and neck ache from a few new bites, but the pain is nothing compared to the relief he feels at seeing Carlisle running out and away from the fray.

He grabs Alice around the waist then and pulls her out from the middle of the fight, despite feeling that every nerve of her body is still in it, shielding her from the chaos.

Edward. We need to go. Now.

Before this gets any worse.