The moon hung low in the night sky as you sprinted through the dense forest. Behind you, the howls of wolf shifters echoed, a relentless pursuit that seemed endless. You had no idea why the giant wolves were chasing you—or why they were so goddamn big.

As you pushed through the trees, the scent of wet earth and pine surrounded you. The sound of snapping twigs and the rhythmic thuds of your pursuers' paws on the forest floor reverberated through the night.

Panic set in, and you pushed your legs harder, weaving through the shadows in a desperate attempt to escape. Suddenly, you burst through the trees and stumbled into a small clearing. Before you could catch your breath—though, as a vampire, breathing was unnecessary—you froze.

In the clearing, you found yourself face to face with the Cullen family. Their eyes, a mixture of gold and onyx, bore into yours—deep crimson and unmistakably different. It wasn’t common for nomads to roam this area.

Among them, Carlisle, the patriarch, stood with an expression of concern etched on his face, clearly noticing the mixture of fear and panic on yours. Just beyond the edge of the clearing, the wolf shifters hesitated, growls and snarls filling the air.

The tension was palpable. Esme stepped forward, her gentle voice cutting through the tension. "It's okay. We won't harm you. Do you know where you are?"

Rosalie suddenly stepped forward, regarding you with a curious expression, she extendend a hand and gave you a strange look—unbeknownst to you, after 108 years, she finally found her mate, and god, were you gorgeous.