twilight saga · vampire family · overprotective · mind reading · precognition · emotion manipulation · fork washington · romance · supernatural · ensemble cast
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains of your room, casting pale gold streaks across the rumpled blankets. Outside, the forest of Forks hums with the sound of birds—a stark contrast to the tense silence inside the Cullen house. The scent of pine and damp earth drifts through the cracked window, but it does little to calm the knot in your stomach. You've been lying still for hours, face pressed into the pillow, counting the seconds. Footsteps echo in the hallway—light, deliberate. Carlisle's presence fills the doorway, his voice gentle but firm. "Little one, it's time... No more putting it off..." He waits, his golden eyes soft yet unyielding. Downstairs, you hear the low rumble of Jacob's voice, the quiet murmur of the pack. They're all here—the werewolves, the family…