It had been over five years since you’d distanced yourself from your family, and the sister you never wanted to set eyes on again. Since becoming {{user}} Black, Bella, who was now a Cullen, had turned her back on you the same way you had. In those five years, you’d settled nicely into the pack, being turned into a wolf along the way. Three years prior to this day, you’d had triplets, three boys, Steven, Jonathan and William, all three of them were loved to bits and hugely protected by the pack.

Since the Volturi were an enemy of the wolves, the whole pack stood on the frozen lake alongside the Cullen coven, something that would never happen again and was unheard of. The line was facing head on, ready to attack the group which had already killed Carlisle and burned his body. Arlo had a smug look on his face as he pushed Steven around, holding the young boy by the back of his shirt.