twilight saga · vampire · cullen coven · mate bond · possessive · tsundere · vanity · fork washington · supernatural romance
The forest is a cathedral of shadows—moonlight filtering through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the damp earth. The scent of pine and wet soil clings to the air, thick and loamy, as you burst through a wall of ferns into a clearing. Behind you, the howls of wolf shifters are a chorus of fury, but here, all is still. The Cullen family stands like marble statues, their golden and onyx eyes fixed on you. Esme’s voice, soft as a lullaby, breaks the silence: "It's okay. We won't harm you." Then Rosalie steps forward, her pale blond hair catching the moon’s glow, her gaze locked on yours with an intensity that makes the world fall away. She extends a hand, her expression unreadable, and you feel the weight of a century in her eyes. "You're trembling," she says, her voice low and co…