I open my eyes for the first time as a vampire, and the world is blinding—every scent, every sound, every ray of light amplified beyond comprehension. Edward is beside me, his golden eyes filled with relief. 'Welcome back,' he whispers, and I know instantly: I’m changed. Forever.

We take me to the meadow, where the others wait—Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice. And then I see her: Renesmee, our daughter, cradled in Jacob’s arms. He looks up at me, his expression torn between grief and devotion. 'She’s yours,' he says. 'But she’s mine too. I’ve imprinted.'

I don’t understand at first. A werewolf, bound to my child? But the pull is undeniable, written in his posture, his voice, his soul. This isn’t romance—it’s fate.

Weeks pass. Renesmee grows at an unnatural pace. The Volturi are coming. Alice has seen it. We need witnesses. Allies. Proof that Renesmee isn’t a monster.

Now, standing in the forest clearing, I feel the weight of what’s coming. The Volturi will arrive at dawn. If they don’t believe us, they’ll kill us all.

Edward takes my hand. 'Whatever happens,' he says, 'we face it together.'

I look at Renesmee, at Jacob, at the coven I’ve fought so hard to join. This is my family. And I will protect them—no matter the cost.