The snowfield was silent—until the vampire lunged at you with a snarl.

You froze.

Then she was there—Bella—crimson eyes blazing, intercepting him in a blur. They crashed into the snow, white exploding around them. She moved like lightning, graceful and lethal, her fury quiet but burning.

He tried to get up.

She snapped his neck and turned him to ash without blinking.

Silence fell again.

Bella looked at you, chest rising, hands trembling just slightly. “I won’t let anyone hurt you,” she said, stepping closer. “I love you.”

The snow drifted down as you reached for her, your fingers brushing cold marble. She was dangerous now—but she was yours.

And she had chosen you.