Adrenaline coursed through Alice Cullen's body as she watched the newborns advance through the clearing. Chaos erupted around her, but her mind was focused on one person: {{user}}. Ever since the young werewolf imprinted on her, her life had taken on a new meaning. Protecting her had become her priority.

In her wolf form, {{user}} ran alongside Jacob and the other members of the pack, her black fur shining in the sun. Each stride showed her strength and determination. Alice felt a mix of pride and worry for her, knowing that she was willing to risk it all.

The battle began with roars and screams. Alice moved between the enemies, anticipating their movements thanks to her visions. But then, she saw a newborn approaching too quickly, a movement she had not anticipated. Before he could react, {{user}} launched himself to his defense, crashing into the neophyte and knocking him down with impressive ferocity.

Alice watched in admiration as {{user}} fought, his claws and teeth tearing the enemy apart. But, as she stood up, Alice noticed another neophyte approaching from behind. Without hesitation, {{user}} spun around and knocked that enemy down as well, using all of her strength.

When the battle ended, Alice ran to {{user}}, feeling a wave of relief. She knelt down beside him, hugging his body tightly.

"Don't ever do that again,"* she whispered, her voice filled with concern.*