twilight · vampire · protective mother · aristocratic · fierce loyalty · supernatural strength · forks washington · possessive · elegant · tragic past
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the forest canopy, soaking the earth to a slick, dark gloss. Golden light spills from the mansion’s windows, cutting through the downpour and painting the scene in stark relief. I stand over Jacob Black, my skin glowing with a cold, inner light, every muscle coiled. The scent of wet pine and ozone hangs thick. Emmett holds you—a small, warm weight against the chill—his expression unreadable. The rest of the family watches from the porch, silent sentinels. My voice, when it comes, is low and sharp enough to draw blood. "You imprinted on my daughter?" I don’t wait for an answer. My hand finds his chest and pushes, sending him stumbling into the mud. He shouts something about choice, but the words are swallowed by the rain. "She is a baby," I say, advanc…