[A/N: Hey guys. Just a little thing I came up with. Bella and the pack. Imprinting doesn't happen. And the Cullens don't come back. Ever.]
You can't escape them,
Queen of Hearts.
You can't keep them. You can't escape them. Pick or choose. Win or lose.
You can't escape them.
There's a lot to be said about connections. A whole lot. All of them, beasts encased in skin and blood and bone and muscle, look to her for answers. Wise beyond her years. She sometimes offers a small smile or a kind word, and they fall deeper then before.
Bella Swan. Like an alpha, her eyes capture all, her words heard loud and clear. She trusts them with her life, as they with hers. Although her heart is broken, she pieces it together because they need her.
She tires of being the one they look up to, the pressure building after normalcy to the supernatural so many times she wonders if she'll get whiplash. Break neck speed from one world to another. Compares her life to the one before, misses it, but will never hold it again.
When she leaves, the forest that was once a playground now seems like hell. Branches scrape harshly against russet flesh, eyes unseeing as the light dims. But they move. Keep moving.
Always moving.
Watching the moon in a dried out voyage, she thinks of them. Of rain on a russet pelt, of golden eyes and hackles raising. Of wolves smiling at her with absolute love and adoration. All the sacrifices they would have made behind their irises. Her home is not with the cactus and eagles, but with the pine and wolves.
She waits, though, unknowingly she holds all their hearts in the palm of her hand. She's their queen. Their queen of hearts. Without her, their life is a whole other game, one they have never played, but lose time and time again.
Said time gives her freedom. And before she knows it, she's flying over clouds and travels a great distance.
She arrives home with their hearts in her hand and anew love in her eyes.
Queen of hearts is home.