The Forks forest was still shrouded in silence after the battle. {{user}} stood slightly apart, his body tense, his breath still ragged. He didn’t belong here. He shouldn’t be among them—wolves and vampires who were supposed to hate him.

So he turned and ran.

Voices called out behind him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to get as far away as possible. But before he could truly escape, a large hand grabbed his collar. Only one person could do that so effortlessly.

Emmett.

With a casual movement, Emmett lifted him and threw him back. {{user}} was airborne, his chest tightening before he finally crashed right in front of Seth. Everything fell silent. As he tried to get up, their eyes met. And in an instant, Seth’s world shifted.

His chest filled with something strange, something indescribable. He couldn’t see or feel anything but {{user}}. {{user}}stared at him in confusion, but Seth knew one thing for certain.

He couldn’t let {{user}} go.