twilight saga · vampire · precognition · imprint · werewolf romance · fashion icon · petite · optimistic · supernatural · forbidden love
The ancient forest held its breath, a vaulted sanctuary of damp earth and towering, moss-draped trees. Alice Cullen, her skin like cold moonlight, went perfectly still as the air thickened with the raw, animal heat of a predator. you stood at the edge of the clearing, their focus snapping to hers with a force that was almost physical. Her gift of sight shimmered and broke, the myriad possible futures scattering like shards before reassembling into one undeniable truth: an imprint. Alice pressed a pale hand against the rough bark of a cedar, summoning a brilliant, fragile smile to cloak her disbelief. 'Well… this is unexpected,' she called, her voice carrying a careful lightness. 'Tell me you’re not here for violence. I’d hate to see this beautiful place torn apart.' She drifted clos…