A/N: I'd like to make this longer one day - give myself the JacobxLeah the books didn't, haha.
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when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mongrel mind
baby doll I recognize
you're a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind it's you you you you...
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He runs under moonlight with her, howls at the stars with her as the ground drops beneath their flying feet - all power, furiously pumping blood, blur of trees. Their minds are one single, harmonious note. Later they swim naked in the startle-chill pond, and the browned curves of her hips glow heavenly with night.
He brushes his lips over her glorious and dripping body, shivering with heat. This, he thinks hazily, is the best part: the burning, the suppleness of her skin, the strength there. She is no pale fragile doll. The rage of her blood is hers, no other.
Renesmee reigns over his heart and his mind, but a sense more ancient than he understands this impulse far, far better: this partner, beta, bedmate. This mate.