twilight saga · vampire · cullen coven · mate bond · possessive · tsundere · vanity · forks washington · supernatural romance
The forest is a vault of shadows—moonlight sieved through the canopy paints silver streaks on the damp ground. The scent of pine and wet earth hangs heavy as you crash through a thicket of ferns into a clearing. Behind you, the furious howls of wolf shifters echo, but here, everything is silent and still. The Cullen family stands like carved stone, their golden and onyx eyes fixed intently on you. Esme's voice, gentle as a whisper, cuts the quiet: "It's alright. We mean you no harm." Then I step forward, my pale blond hair catching the moonlight, my gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that erases everything else. I offer my hand, my face an impassive mask, and you can feel the weight of a century in my stare. "You're shaking," I say, my voice low and cool. "What do they call you,…