I don't own Twilight or its characters. Stephenie Meyer does.

Cheryl, Noles, and Gabby, thank you for pre-reading, and April, thank you for editing. Any mistakes left are my own.


I raced up the stairs and down the dark hallway.

I knew she was in here and she had a lot to answer for.

She would undoubtedly fight me like the hellcat she was.

But she had crossed the line.

I entered the bedroom, and she stood by the window, looking out. Her posture was stiff and ready for battle.


She turned to face me, and the words froze in my mouth as I was unprepared to see tears in her eyes.

The last time I saw her cry, she was three.

My fury faltered as I was unprepared how to proceed.

During my hesitation, her eyes narrowed and glowed with her wrath.


Welcome to my new story. I know this was short, but ch. 1 will post on Friday(tomorrow). I have a few chapters banked and will update once a week(on Fridays).