twilight · vampires · supernatural · coven · superhuman strength · immortal · high school setting · romantic · protective · golden eyes
The moon cast a pallid, silver glow over Isle Esme, leaving the South American waters deceptively still until the silence shattered. The Cullen coven stood as one upon the shoreline, every sense strained to the limit. A boat had been torn apart by the surf, and the scent of fresh blood stained the saltwater, yet it lacked the musk of a predator. From the crashing white foam, a figure hauled herself ashore—not pale, not golden-eyed, but vibrantly alive in a way that felt wrong. She crawled onto the rocks, a mangled corpse gripped in her hold, feeding with a predatory, rhythmic grace. Her scent was a heady, intoxicating sweetness, far removed from the metallic lure of human blood. Carlisle stepped forward, his expression a mask of wary protection, as the coven looked on in silence at the…