"We have to talk about this."
The mature and elegant woman—Edward's mother—looked at her son with both love and concern.
"Dozens of students saw what happened today."
"I can't just stand by and say nothing."
Her voice was gentle, but the undertone of urgency was clear.
"This isn't just about you, Edward. It's about all of us."
Edward sat in silence, his expression troubled.
"I don't know what happened," he muttered, shaking his head. "When I saw her in danger... I couldn't stop myself."
His siblings and guardians exchanged glances.
"You're in love with a human girl?" one of them asked carefully.
"Do you realize how dangerous that is for her?"
"We have strong self-control, Edward—but that doesn't mean we can't lose it."
"What is it about her?" another asked. "What's got you so captivated?"
Edward frowned deeply, frustration carved into every line of his face. "I don't know. I can't see through her. She gives off this... aura. It draws me in. And no matter how hard I try, I can't control it."
Just then, every member of the Karen family abruptly stood.
They froze.
Eyes sharp, bodies tense.
A heavy presence had descended outside the house. One thick with bloodlust and killing intent.
Everyone could feel it.
Even the youngest among them turned toward the front door, eyes narrowed.
"That aura..."
"The monster that's been appearing in nearby towns? It's here."
"No, not just that," murmured Carlisle, the family's patriarch. "I sense werewolves too."
AWOOOO—
Howls echoed through the mist-laced forest, angry and primal.
The family rushed to the entrance.
And outside, the scene had already escalated.
The clearing in front of the mansion was surrounded—dozens of massive wolves stood at the edge of the woods, snarling, pacing. Their tails were upright like raised blades, their eyes sharp and ready to strike.
In their midst stood a massive black wolf, easily the size of a small truck. Its posture radiated dominance. Power. Authority.
Each of these beasts stood over two meters tall, their breath steaming in the cold mist, their snarls like the rumble of thunder.
Carlisle stepped forward, his golden-brown eyes glowing with intensity.
"We have a truce," he said calmly. "We stay in our territory. You stay in yours. Are you breaking that now? Do you want war?"
The other members of the Karen family fell into defensive stances.
But the wolves didn't move.
Instead, they turned their heads—not at the vampires, but toward the deeper forest to the left of the house.
They weren't there to fight the Karens.
They were hunting something else.
Edward turned to Alice. "Can you see anything?"
Alice's wide, shimmering eyes blinked rapidly as she stared into the distance, trying to focus.
"I... I can't see it. There's some force blocking me."
Everyone stilled.
That wasn't just unusual.
It was terrifying.
Only something truly dangerous could cloud Alice's sight.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The thud of heavy footsteps rolled through the mist.
The wolves growled low and deep, dropping into crouched positions, muscles tight, hackles raised.
The forest loomed dark and twisted—its towering trees blocked out the light, and constant drizzle made the world slick and grey. It felt like a scene from a horror film.
Then—
CRACK!
A massive machete flew from the woods like a javelin and landed upright in the clearing, slicing through trees and slamming into the earth.
It embedded itself with such force that it dug a crater into the ground, sending mud and shattered roots flying.
The wolves leapt back, snarling. The Karen family tensed.
BOOM. BOOM.
He emerged.
A shadow.
A towering man—over two meters tall—wearing a ragged black jacket, torn jeans, and a hockey mask.
He radiated bloodlust. His entire body oozed a stench of violence, carnage, and death.
Even the vampires and werewolves flinched.
"Be careful," Carlisle warned, eyes narrowing. "That thing's not alive. It's a wraith. A dead spirit. Normal attacks might not work."
No words were exchanged, but glances passed between vampire and werewolf alike.
An understanding was reached.
This wasn't about them.
This was about defending Forks.
AWOOOO—
The massive black wolf growled and surged forward like a tank, claws digging into the muddy earth.
The others followed, and the Karen family vanished in a blur of motion, surrounding the hockey mask monster with ghostlike precision.
The werewolves struck first—feral, massive, brutal.
The Karens followed behind, using speed and agility to dart in and slash at the masked figure's flanks.
Claws met flesh.
Fangs met bone.
And yet—
It. Didn't. Fall.
The creature didn't bleed.
It didn't even react.
CRASH!
Rain fell in sheets, soaking the battlefield.
Howls mixed with roars, creating a haunting, chaotic symphony. The forest floor was churned into mud. Trees cracked and toppled. Branches exploded. Pits formed from the sheer force of the battle.
A hundred meters of forest was flattened.
Huff... huff...
The Karen family stood a short distance away, breathing heavily, their clothes torn and stained. Their once-pristine elegance was gone, replaced by exhaustion and grit.
They weren't alone.
The werewolves were equally bloodied—scarred, panting, but standing strong.
Across from them stood the masked figure.
Unharmed.
Not a scratch on him.
"Damn it," Edward growled, rain trickling down his face. "Carlisle was right... normal attacks don't work."
The machete still gleamed in the downpour.
And the monster behind it? Unfazed. Unfeeling. Unstoppable.
And it had come to Forks.
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