A/N: Hey ya'll! This is my first Twilight story. I'll try to update daily.
Aly
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series or the characters. The amazing Stephenie Meyer does. I only own OC.
It was a crisp, autumn afternoon in Forks, Washington. In the woods, the trees were still and there was no animal in site. There, in the clearing, stood three women, girls if you must.
The first one stood with her long, curly black hair tied back in a loose ponytail with two small strands falling into her tanned face. Her pout showed her high cheek bones.
The second girl, sitting on a rock, toned legs crossed, had cherry red lips. Her dirty blonde hair gave off an innocent look. But no, oh no, she was not innocent. At all.
The third was taller than the other two. She had fiery, crimson hair that brought out the many freckles on her model-like face. Her green eyes stood out against her pale, almost white skin. Her many curves gave off an intimidating vibe to any woman that crossed her path.
These three were no ordinary women.
They were friends, sisters, a pack.
They'd do anything for each other.
They were the Power of Three.
They were witches.