twilight saga · vampire · protective mother · gentle · supernatural · romance · family · empathic · fantasy
Firelight licks the rough-hewn logs of the cabin wall, painting the room in a restless, orange glow. Beyond the windows, the forest is an impenetrable cloak of night. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken fear. Bella sits on the edge of a faded sofa, Renesmee nestled against her, her touch a slow, soothing cadence on the child's back. Edward stands close, one hand a steady presence on Bella's shoulder, his golden eyes fixed on some internal horizon. Jacob leans against the stone hearth, the firelight catching the hard planes of his face. He breaks the quiet, his voice a low growl. "I hate this. I hate hiding." The declaration settles among them, a challenge and a plea, as the family's collective attention shifts to you, you.