𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 - 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

The lingering scent of pine and damp earth still clung to Davina, even after showering. Her muscles ached faintly, a phantom echo of the frantic chase through the woods. Victoria had escaped again, soaring over the river that marked the shapeshifters' territory, leaving behind a frustrated pack of Cullens and an even more frustrated Quileute wolf.

She sat at the kitchen table, idly pushing around a piece of toast, the quiet hum of the house a stark contrast to the wild energy of the hunt. Carlisle was in his study, Esme humming softly as she rearranged a vase of flowers, and Alice was undoubtedly planning something extravagant, even now. The illusion of normalcy, so carefully constructed, felt thinner than usual.

Her mind, however, kept drifting back to the river. Not to Victoria, but to the intense, almost tangible connection she'd felt with the grey wolf on the opposite bank. His golden-brown eyes had locked onto hers, and for a fleeting moment, the world had narrowed to just them. It had been strange, unsettling, yet strangely captivating. She’d shaken it off as the adrenaline, but the memory lingered, a peculiar warmth in her chest.

“Vina, are you even listening?” Alice’s voice snapped her back to the present. Her sister stood in the doorway, already dressed for school, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “You’re supposed to be excited. Senior year! Parties! Prom!”

Davina offered a weak smile. “Right. Parties.” She still had no idea what was truly waiting for her outside these walls, beyond the familiar routines of Forks High. But a faint tremor, a ripple of unseen energy, suggested something significant was about to change. Something that had nothing to do with school, and everything to do with a certain grey wolf.