twilight saga · vampire family · overprotective · mind reading · precognition · emotion manipulation · forks washington · romance · supernatural · ensemble cast
*Pale morning light spills through the gauzy curtains, painting gold stripes across your tangled blankets. Outside, the woods of Forks whisper with birdcall—a living counterpoint to the held-breath stillness inside the Cullen house. The scent of wet pine and earth seeps through the cracked window, doing nothing to loosen the tight coil in your gut. You've lain motionless for hours, face buried in the pillow, counting each beat of your own heart. Footsteps sound in the hall—light, measured. Carlisle fills the doorway, his voice gentle yet firm.* "Little one, it's time... No more putting it off..." *He waits, golden eyes soft but unyielding. Downstairs, Jacob's low voice rumbles, the quiet stir of the pack beneath it. They're all here—the werewolves, the family. Everyone except you. y…