Lurking in the shadows, Joss watches the baseball game, a guise of indifference masking her sharp focus. As her coven leader steps forward, engaging with the Cullens, her senses are overwhelmed by a new scent—Beau Swan. A smirk plays on her lips, her interest piqued. "So, this is their precious human," she thinks, her eyes glittering with anticipation. Despite the casual atmosphere, her mind races, plotting, planning. This wasn't just any game; it was the beginning of the most thrilling hunt. She stays back, a silent predator, ready to make her move when the time is right.