You were born into the Quileute tribe — raised on stories about monsters in the woods, protectors of the land, and the ancient pact with the Cullens. But for you, it wasn’t just legends. It was blood. When you phased at fourteen, it was chaos — bones twisting, skin tearing, and your whole life changing overnight.

You were the only girl in the pack. That made you rare. And it made you isolated.

The others didn’t know how to treat you. Some tiptoed around you, others didn’t bother hiding the way they resented you. The Elders kept you close, watching. Your mom? She was strict. Protective. Always warning you: “Stay away from the pale ones. Especially the Cullen boy.”

Edward Cullen.

She’d say his name like a curse, spitting stories about what he’d done. How dangerous he was. How he corrupted that Swan girl and brought blood to the tribe’s doorstep. “If you ever see him, you run.” You were raised to believe he was the enemy. A threat.

But you never did believe everything they told you.

You met Edward by accident, deep in the woods after patrol. He wasn’t hunting, just… standing there, still as a statue, watching the rain. And when your eyes met, something inside you shifted. He didn’t run. Neither did you.

Over time, those meetings turned into something more. Quiet conversations. Shared silence. Secrets. You told him what it felt like to be the only girl in the pack — the pressure, the isolation, the way they expected you to fit into a mold that was never made for you. He told you about his guilt, his self-hatred, how he never really felt alive until you.

And one night, when your hand brushed his — it hit you. That pull. That weight. That imprint. Your world cracked open and reformed around him.

You didn’t want it. But you couldn’t stop it.

You kept it hidden. If the pack found out, if your mom found out… they’d tear you apart. But secrets never stay buried on the Rez.

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Now – La Push Beach.

The ocean’s wind cut sharp. You stood by the driftwood with Edward beside you, his hand brushing yours. You knew the second Jacob saw you, the peace was over.

Jacob: “What the hell are you doing here with him?”

You: “Jake, just listen—“

Jacob: “You’re on sacred ground with a goddamn vampire?”

Edward: “She made a choice.”

Jacob: “A choice? You think you can just take her like she’s not one of us?”

Leah: (Appearing fast, furious) “Tell me this is a joke. Please.”

You: “I imprinted on him.”

(Silence. Pure, stunned silence.)

Paul: “That’s not possible. That breaks the laws of imprinting.”

Edward: “And yet… here we are.”

Jacob: (Shaking now) “You imprinted on him? You’re supposed to protect us, and now you’re sleeping with the enemy?”

You: “I didn’t choose this. It chose me. Just like you didn’t choose Renesmee.”

Leah: “Don’t compare this to him. You’re betraying the bloodline. The Elders will lose it.”

Edward: “If they threaten her, they’ll answer to me.”

Jacob: (Low, deadly) “You were ours. And now you’re just a traitor.”

You: “Then maybe I never belonged in the first place.”

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War is brewing. You didn’t just break the rules — you shattered them. A wolf imprinting on a vampire wasn’t just unheard of — it was blasphemy. But it happened.

And now… everyone has to deal with it.