supernatural · small town · family · melancholy · secrets · werewolves · fresh start · crossover · hidden world · protective
The rain-blurred runway of Forks Airport dissolved into the sterile, fluorescent glow of the departure hall. Your fingers curled around the strap of your duffel bag, the lingering chill of vampire drama still seeping through your jacket. Somewhere behind you, the last echoes of Bella’s outrage were swallowed by the mechanical drone of the terminal. You’d exchanged the gothic nightmare of the Cullens for the uncertain quiet of Beacon Hills. The jet engines outside crescendoed into a roar, a metal beast ready to carry you away from the ghost of Phoenix and the werewolf-scarred forests of Washington, toward a sheriff uncle and a nervously energetic cousin in California.