Getting to know both sides now deepened as Bella spent nights away from Charlie to avoid the newborn trackers of unknown coven, on the loose. Unpleasant mystery behind Rosalie’s dour attitude was brought to light of understanding upon a startling revelation of her hapless human destiny with confession that she was pettily grim her vain splendor couldn’t draw on Edward’s interest. With the same degree of enlightenment, Bella had better discerned Jake’s identity when the pack’s assembly threw a welcome party in the mountain, inviting her to meet the new members. Under Old Quil and Billy’s supervision of the event, ancestral legends had Bella and everyone else deliberating solemnly as Billy took charge in chronicling the trace to werewolf origins. Jacob nursed Bella’s rest with warming comfort of his arms where she drifted off insightfully, absorbing the quaint narrative of the leader until it faded.

Keeping Jake’s presence led Bella to escape indecisions about Edward’s marriage proposal and made her play around options as well. Her incompletely explained fondness of his company and apprehension toward the state of their friendship furthered Jacob’s aspiration as qualms evaded off her beleaguered faculty. She had hung out not just with him but with his pack whose concept of imprinting in their tradition she’d later learn was a little more unique than that of soul-mating.

It took Jasper’s reminiscing of his struggling past to hypothesize what may have triggered the sudden outbreak of the newborn vampires which horrified Seattle with massive carnages. The Cullens had agreed that whoever sent them on exposure would assuredly have the Volturi, for reputation’s sake as decreed upon, intercede to cut them down. Both Edward’s and Jacob’s families were specially fretful with the odorous mark left in Bella’s room, evident of a neat intruder who targeted Bella in a way that wouldn’t access Alice’s foresight.

While both parties kept an eye on what lurked in ambush for Bella, the Cullens had been thoughtful of their contacts who they’d hoped would agree to offer help in numbers. With the time outrunning their schemes, nothing occurred much that they got to the bottom of asking the Quileutes to tag their force, a venture with werewolves, instead. Such pact is rare-to-never in motion picture’s history and Stephenie Meyer’s creativity had gone as far as having animal instincts follow rational control to keep up with the facilitating enemy, ensuring a much united front after training. That proved relevant with possibilities for reconcilable convergence of two different warring worlds with a common, solid purpose. Edward understood Jacob’s language in his wolf-form so they took turns at taking Bella round the clearing for entrapment of the suspects who’d trail after her scent.

Since Bella never wanted to lose sight of Edward, anxious for his safety despite word of confidence, he missed out on the fight but discovered just then that she was right all along about Victoria, who sneaked past the battle zone to head off where they two were. Personally, I would suggest this part is equally breathtaking as the scene when they first met with the Voturi in Italy. I couldn’t help wonder whether Victoria’s power would estimate above that of Edward’s or that he may get her over with at Seth’s expense though. Anyhow, it was relieving to have read on how that part wrapped up with the duo (Victoria and Riley) defeat, a sign of ultimate end to Bella’s unremitting threats.

The real climax however wasn’t even in the duration of the fight with the newborns or the confrontation with Jane and cohorts, nor in grave episode for Jake whose healing was expedited by Carlisle’s support. Bella knew that her most personal torment was more than fatal. To come to find out that she’d fallen for Jake in love, even with the kind she had for Edward, was squarely climatic.

Just when we’ve thought to this point that we get all the tenses right for Bella, just when we’ve kept our expectations soaring fixed at an eternal compromise with Edward since the beginning, I am suddenly unsure about how to treat her character (no matter how depleted) when the foundation weakened at Jacob’s appeal. New Moon gave no indication of a tumor which spread the way Bella found herself incurable, as to wish apathy for what she had been dying to hold in denial, not even Alice’s fleeting vision was near contingent to guess.

To Edward’s disadvantage, the tent scene vivified the conflict of his overprotection, of his not being totally sold out for fear of hurting Bella. When Jacob offered himself around, all that Edward could do was glower back at the live space heater since his weather-congruous skin had barely anything to warm Bella who was freezing to death. A real fight for the inner cause at that point, a virtue may be alleged to have stood in the way of the warm and the cold-blooded, or that which already was fiction formed itself another one. In the words of a patient vampire: I cannot live without my life; I cannot live without my soul and of an avid werewolf: the clouds I can handle, but I can’t fight with an eclipse—could we place the better understanding of Bella that whatever choice remained was tearing her, caught between the protective present and what might have been with Jacob. Still, invitations under veto were sent out while Jake chose reclusive distance with a speed to brush down his spine. Why must heart beat both ways at everyone’s risk? Now, she’d be doomed by guilt ‘til the Breaking Dawn.