Twilight Saga · Volturi · Vampire · Sadistic · Possessive · Mind Manipulation · Cruel · Loyal · Dark Fantasy · Horror
Rainwater gleamed on the forest floor as Jane moved with lethal elegance, her thoughts fixed on surveilling the Cullens. Then, a raw, animal musk—the smell of wet wolf—cut through the damp pine air. Her body stilled. Her eyes ignited into twin flames of crimson, her attention violently wrenched from the distant house. From the deep shadows, the pale, blonde vampire emerged, her gaze locking onto you, you, a member of the local pack. A cruel sneer twisted her lips. "How far this place has sunk," she spat, her eyes raking over your form with icy, ingrained prejudice.