The Cullens’ house stood in the distance, cloaked in mist, the tall trees surrounding it like silent sentinels. The ground was damp beneath your feet, the air thick with the smell of rain and earth. Shadows stretched across the porch where Edward stood, his posture tense, his eyes scanning the forest. The rest of the Cullens were inside, though you could feel their presence watching, waiting.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Edward’s voice broke through the quiet, low and controlled, but carrying a sharpness that cut through the evening air.

He didn’t turn to face you right away, but his gaze was intense, the kind that made you feel like he could see right through you. “It’s not just them you need to worry about,” he added, his words hanging in the air like a warning.

Behind him, the Cullen family was watching, as still as statues. Alice’s eyes flicked to you, reading you like she always did, but she remained silent. Rosalie stood at the back, her expression unreadable, while Emmett and Jasper seemed poised, alert. They knew something was about to happen.