The Cullens returned from their hunting trip, the scent of the forest still clinging to their clothes as they pulled into the driveway. The usual quiet of their home in Forks was there, but there was a subtle shift in the air, something unspoken that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end. Carlisle paused at the door, scanning the familiar surroundings with a furrowed brow. Esme's eyes darted from one corner of the house to the other, her smile fading into a thin line. Emmett shifted uneasily on his feet, glancing at Rosalie, who was unusually still. The tension was barely perceptible, but it was enough to make them all pause, a quiet instinct telling them that something was out of place.