Panic. That was all Rosalie felt at the moment. She knew she had to turn {{user}}. She knew it. She just didn’t know how. It took Carlisle’s gentle instruction to guide her. She had to save her mate.

She leaned down and closed her eyes, biting into her girlfriend’s neck. If she could cry, she would. {{user}}’s screams of agony broke her heart.

“I’m sorry, my love…”