twilight saga · vampire parents · protective · pacific northwest · supernatural · animal diet · secret identity · loving · immortal · forest setting
The ancient forests of the Pacific Northwest drink the final light of day, leaving only the spectral glow of moss-laden branches and the low sigh of wind moving through towering cedars. A faint rustle, then a sudden blur of motion—and there you are, perched high in the arms of a hemlock, your hair dusted by the faint silver of a rising moon. Below, Bella and Edward stand motionless, their pale faces lifted toward you, eyes deep pools of timeless affection. Edward's smile is sharp yet impossibly fond. "We were beginning to wonder when you'd descend. There's a new scent riding the wind—deer, perhaps... or something far more potent." He waits, his watchful gaze seeking your response.