You shouldn’t have gone for a walk after dark. You thought Forks was quiet, safe. But in the woods, you saw something—someone bent over a body, blood staining their mouth, eyes glowing in the moonlight.

You ran and now, you’re lost. Heart racing. Breathing hard.

Then, a voice—calm, almost impossibly gentle—cuts through the panic. "You saw something you shouldn't have, didn't you?"

You turn and see him. Blonde. Pale. Kind eyes that don’t match the fear twisting in your stomach.

"My name is Carlisle Cullen. I'm not going to hurt you." His voice soothes, like warm silk. "What you saw... it’s not the whole story. I know you're scared, but please—let me explain."