A/N: I'm sorry I'm late! I meant to update but my mum was sick so I was taking care of her and then I got sick! Ugh. I hate getting sick. I think I slept for three days straight and then had a Harry Potter marathon!
Anyway, enough about that. Let's jump right in!
The name Kallias means beauty. It's Greek and is pronounced Kal-eye-us or Kal-ee-us.
Warning! There is talk of abuse, rape, and kidnapping in this chapter. The details are very minor, but be aware.
– Bella's POV –
O.M.G!
Holy crap!
Charlotte Whitlock—Jasper's progeny—is a member of the Swan family!
"Wait. Hold up." I twisted around on Jasper's lap so that I was facing everyone. "If Charlie's an incubus, are you two biologically related?"
"No," Ren answered. "Charlie, or Kallias as he's known in our world, is masquerading as a Swan. He is not of the Swan line by birth or marriage."
"So, he's just pretending to be a Swan . . ."
Ren nodded. "Two or three years before you were born Kallias arrived in Forks. He found Helen and Geoffrey Swan and made his plans from there."
"What happened to Grandma Helen and Grandpa Geoffrey?" I wondered.
"Kallias killed them and their son Charlie. The real Charlie Swan was eighteen at the time so it was easy for Kallias to take his place and become the grieving son."
I frowned. "So, the ancient incubus Kallias strolls into Forks. Kills Geoffrey and Helen Swan and their eighteen-year-old son, all to assume the identity of said son, Charlie Swan. And then waits for my birth?"
Ren nodded. "Yes."
Okay.
So, Kallias—Not Charlie Swan—is an incubus. He isn't a member of the Swan family. He killed Geoffrey and Helen Swan, and their eighteen-year-old son, Charlie. Then he began masquerading as Charlie Swan who was already BFFs with the boys on the Rez and, more than likely, knew all their legends and stories. Stories I'm sure Kallias either already knew or got out of poor Charlie Swan somehow. I'm not sure I want to know how. He also enslaved Ren and raped her. And was willing to hand me off to the shifters to be raped and start popping out little shifter babies.
The more I learn about Kallias—or Charlie, whatever you want to call him—the more I think he could be the evil The Fates or The Earth believe is rising to destroy us all.
"But, Char honey, you are of the Swan line?" I asked, needing to clarify. "And you know about the shifters?"
"Yes," she nodded. "Maybe I should start from the beginning," she suggested. "I was born in the summer of nineteen twenty-one. To Walter and Rosemary Swan. My twin sister, Caroline, and I were the youngest of nine brothers. I can't tell you much about my human life. I wish I could remember. Unfortunately, all but the last year and what brought me to Mexico has significantly blurred since the transformation."
"My father was a horrible, cruel man," she began. "He forced my mother to continue getting pregnant until they conceived a female. It wasn't until years later that I realized why. The Swan family line and the shifters have a deal."
"A deal?" Jasper frowned. "What kind of deal?"
"Patience, Major. I'll get there." Charlotte smiled. "Long ago, centuries, I think, a prophecy was discovered by the Quileute people. I don't know anything about the prophecy. Maybe it doesn't even exist and is just a story fabricated to explain their horrendous behavior."
I could see that.
"But I do know the Swan line," she continued. "It's rare for a female to be born into the Swan bloodline. According to the stories my mother used to tell, the Swan bloodline was cursed back in Medieval Times by a witch so that only males would be born into the bloodline until a female was needed desperately enough. I don't know if any of that is true or if it was just a story told to me when I was a little girl. But my mother had nine boys before my sister and I were born," she shrugged. "Could be bad genetics. Could be a curse. I'm not sure there's a way to tell, regardless."
"From what I know," Ren added, "Helen and Geoffrey had a terrible time trying to conceive. Helen had several miscarriages before Charlie was conceived. By that time, she was almost fifty. And Geoffrey was an only child. His mother suffered horribly during her pregnancy and, sadly, died in labor."
Charlotte nodded. "The shifters haven't initiated a new Swan female into their pack since my sister back in nineteen thirty-eight."
She took a deep, shaky breath as Peter wrapped his arm around her waist, offering her comfort and support.
"My sister and I were always close," she continued, her voice softer now. "She was four and a half minutes older than me, a fact she liked to remind me of at every opportunity." She laughed softly. "I remember, the weeks leading up to our eighteenth birthday were tense. Momma cried all the time. She and father argued constantly. He became more and more abusive towards her that summer."
"On the day of our eighteenth birthday, we received beautiful dresses and were told to bathe and dress for company. Caroline and I thought we were going somewhere special to celebrate. We were excited and happy. We had our whole lives ahead of us."
She shook her head. "We were naïve. That evening two humongous Native American men came to our home and we were told we would be leaving with them, to start a new life in Washington State. Ephraim Black introduce himself to me and told me I was to be his wife. Caroline was to marry Quil Ateara."
"Momma cried. She didn't want us to go. She kept saying it was wrong. We didn't understand what she meant . . ." Venom tears welled up in Charlotte's darkening eyes as she remembered. "She asked the two men if they'd like something to drink and she went into the kitchen. When she came back, she had father's gun. She didn't hesitate. She aimed the riffle at Quil Ateara and shot off two rounds as she screamed at us to run."
Guess that explains why Old Quil walks with a limp.
"But Caroline and I hesitated," Charlotte whispered, "w-we saw . . . Ephraim Black transform into a monster! The howl . . . the growls . . ." she shook her head. "He killed our mother . . . tore her apart as father stood there and watched!"
"There was so much blood . . ." she sobbed into Peter's chest. "And our father just stood there and watched it happen with a smile on his face . . . the Swan men are despicable. Every last one of them!" She spat.
"He tried to stop us, of course. If he didn't, he would've ended up like our mother," she continued. "But by that point, Caroline and I were on our feet and running for the door. I was always faster than Caroline. She stumbled over her ridiculous dress and he grabbed her. He was punching her, screaming horrible things at her. I went to go back for her, to help her, to protect her as I'd always done but she screamed at me to run! She begged me to go . . . and I did . . ."
Peter wrapped his arms around Charlotte's shaking body, holding her tighter as her memories clouded her mind.
"I ran. I left her there all alone . . ." She sobbed. "I didn't stop running until I reached Mexico, where I met Jasper and became a vampire . . ."
She curled into Peter, burying her head in his neck as he rocked her, whispering something that my human ears couldn't pick up.
What a horrible, tragic story.
It was so much worse than what I'd been imagining. Granted, being kidnapped, initiated into a pack, raped, and turned into a human incubator was pretty damn bad.
Bad doesn't really do it justice, does it?
Despicable. Vile. Evil.
Until now I hadn't permitted myself to think about the shifters and their plans for me. Or Charlie's part in all of this. It had come as a shock at first. I was angry and scared. But once we left Forks, I put it out of my mind. I was with Jasper. I was safe. I didn't need to think about anything else.
I was as naïve as Charlotte and her sister.
I didn't want to think about it.
I wanted to bury my head in the sand and pretend it wasn't happening. But it was. At some point, the shifters would find us and they'd try to take me from Jasper.
Charlotte's story opened my eyes. Made me see exactly what this pack was capable of and frankly it was terrifying.
"Charlotte, sweetheart, I'm sorry," Jasper said gently, "but I need to know; why do the shifters want Swan women? And why Bella? She isn't even a Swan!"
Charlotte took a shaky breath. "Despite being human, Swan females are powerful. Some are witches. Some healers. Some seers," she explained. "My sister and I always had a talent for healing others. When I turned, it was the trait I brought with me into this life; to alleviate pain, or heal."
I smiled. "You're a healer?"
She nodded. "It's not very useful on a vampire but I can alleviate pain if, God forbid, one of us was injured. When we live in areas like this the wildlife thrives as I can keep them healthy and I've always got a wonderful garden!"
"Supposably," she continued, "there's an old story. Possibly part of the prophecy. If it even exists. That says a female member of the Swan line would one day be born with immense power, unlike anything the supernatural world has ever seen. It's her destiny to bring about peace within our world and unite us."
I frowned, "But the shifters don't want peace?"
"The shifters want to rule. They want to be above all others," Charlotte corrected. "Their ideal world is one where vampires are eradicated from the face of the earth and all other supernatural species bow to them. They plan to use this destined Swan female to gain that power. This is why they've been taking every female born into the Swan line and initiating her into their pack. It's all about power. Swan females have it. The shifter pack wants it for themselves. And if they can't rip it out of her, they'll breed it out."
As plans went, it was diabolical. Simple, all things considered, but diabolical.
"So, with every generation, more and more powerful shifters are born, creating an even stronger species," I realized.
"Not exactly, Cupcake. You gotta understand that the Quileute Pack are nothin' like ordinary shifters. Most shifters are kind, compassionate folks who have a good sense of duty and pride. They have a job to do in this world and they do it well, with a firm hand and compassion in their hearts."
"The Quileute Pack are mutants. Their minds have been warped and filled with hate," Pete sighed. "These bastards ain't regular shifters, either. Not anymore. They're more powerful than they've ever been. And now they've got a taste fer power, they want more."
A low growl rumbled through Jasper. "What kinda power?"
"The older generation of mutated shifters had all the natural powers of a shifter, just enhanced to the extreme. This latest batch, though, is even stronger. Some even have gifts like ours."
"What gifts?"
"No idea." Peter shrugged. "I do know, the information will get to us . . . sometime soon." He frowned. "Not sure when. Sometime after Creampuff's transformation.
"So, just to clarify," I frowned, "the Quileute shifters are not ordinary shifters. They're mutants in the shifter world who've got powers regular shifters don't have?"
"Yes."
"So," my frown deepened, "shifters are good?"
"Shifters are necessary," Pete corrected. "They police the supernatural world. Think of it like Guardians. Or hunters. They protect in innocents of the world, and remove the bad seeds, who wreak too much damage or expose our world to humans."
"Oh, I see. So they're like the first line of defense before you get to the Volturi."
Peter nodded.
"Depending on your species," Ren added. "The Volturi only govern vampires. Other species have their own systems in place, to keep their species in check."
That made sense. "So then, why do the Quileute shifters want me?" I asked. "I'm not even a Swan!"
"Not by blood," Charlotte said. "But I do think you're the one the shifters have been waiting on. Plus, from everything Ren has told us, and all we know about you so far, you are and will become immensely powerful."
"Imagine yer power, Cupcake," Peter hissed, "combined with the power of a shifter. That's what they want to create. A whole army of children who're essentially demigod-shifters."
I'm not sure what kind of power I'll possess when I turn. But as a human it's obvious, I'm going to be powerful. I've already, somehow, given Jasper the ability to eat human food again. Who knows how I did that? My mind is shielded from Edward's telepathy. I imagine, after my transformation, that'll become stronger.
Jasper says he can sense how powerful I'll become. That he's never felt anything like the power within me.
If we take what I can do now, and add to it the shifter genes, that child would be . . . unstoppable. Even if the child only inherited my shield. That's a shifter—who's likely unstable and taught the ways of the Quileute pack—with the ability to block out, at the very least, mental gifts.
I have limited knowledge of vampire gifts. I've only met the Cullens. But, going by just what I know, that shifter child would easily rip its way through the Cullen Coven. It would likely see through Ren's illusions. Peter's gift might not even stand against a child with that sort of power and then my Jasper . . .
No.
No.
"Darlin', look at me," Jasper gently pulled my face toward him. "Shh. You're safe. We're all safe." He whispered, pulling me closer to him as my mind conjured up images of a massive wolf tearing him apart.
"I . . ."
"Shh. I'm here. You're safe, baby," he whispered.
It's all right, Kitten. We're here. Yer safe. The Major whispered through my mind. That child ain't ever gonna exist.
I nodded in agreement.
"I don't think Charlie would let it get that far," Ren said softly. It was almost reassuring. "I think Charlie is working towards a different goal than the shifters. I don't think he would've let them take you."
"But you can't know that fer sure," Jasper growled, his arms tightening around me.
"No, I can't. It's just speculation." Ren agreed. "What I do know, is the shifters believe Isabella is the biological daughter of me and Charlie Swan. They have no idea about her birth, Charlie's made sure of that."
"So, the shifters don't know what Bella is?"
Ren shook her head. "I don't think so."
I frowned. "But Charlie knows how I was born?"
"Yes." Ren nodded. "The shifters also believe Charlie is human. They have no idea Kallias killed the real Charlie and is masquerading as their gullible friend. If they knew he was anything but human, they would've killed him the moment he stepped into their territory because they're so biased against any other species."
"So, whatever he's up to, he's been planning for the last eighteen years."
"Longer, I imagine." Ren nodded.
"And the shifters are a separate issue."
Ren nodded. "They're a worthy enemy though. They shouldn't be underestimated. When I was with Kallias, he took me to the Reservation a few times and the magic I could sense was potent, especially coming from the tribe members who know of the shifter pack. There's something about that place that's just . . . off."
"Can you tell us anything about the pack?"
"Not much, I'm afraid. Mostly, Kallias kept me away from them. I know, Ephraim Black died many, many years ago, but," Ren looked back at Charlotte, "Quil Ateara, who goes by Old Quil now, is still alive."
"How's that possible?" Char asked. "Back in nineteen-thirty eighty, he was at least twenty-five, maybe older. He'd be well over a hundred by now!"
"And doesn't look a day over," Ren shrugged, "fifty, sixty at a push. I told you, there is something off about that place. The magic," she shook her head, "it was all wrong. There was a sense of despair and darkness like it was seeping from the earth itself."
That didn't sound good.
"Billy Black and Charlie Swan were friends since childhood," Ren added. "My guess is, that's why Kallias chose the Swan family and made himself look like Charlie. The human already had the pack's trust."
"But how did he make himself look like Charlie Swan?" I wondered. "You said your ability to cast illusions was because of your genetics . . ."
"It is," she nodded, "but Charlie is ancient and possesses Lucifer knows what kind of power."
This means Charlie—Kallias—has been in Forks for at least twenty years. So, I guess, the question became, what is Kallias up to?
And does he want to hand you over to the shifters or keep you for himself? My mate growled through our telepathic bond.
"Bright side, the shifters think you're just the next female Swan meant for their pack so that your power can be added to their next generation," Charlotte said. "They don't seem to have any idea about your true birth or potential."
"Downside," Peter growled, "they're desperate to find ya because yer, supposedly, the first female born into the Swan line since Char and her sister."
Char nodded. "True."
"Even worse, Charlie knows what you are and what you're going to be capable of when you turn," Ren added.
"Actually, I can top that," Peter sighed, "the shifters know about yer ability to block out vampire gifts, like Eddie's telepathy, which makes ya even more valuable to 'em."
"How do they know about that?" I asked.
"Charlie," Peter growled.
Oh, this is just great!
All this time I've wanted Charlie to pay attention to me, turns out he was paying way more attention than I ever thought.
This was a nightmare!
One big, huge, clusterfuck!
"So," I sighed, "what now?"
"I want ya to turn as soon as possible," Jasper spoke. "We can't do anything more but keep ya safe until you've transitioned."
"What if they come while I'm transitioning and I can't do anything to help you?" I worried.
"The shifters will come, Cupcake. It's just a matter of time," Peter said, tapping his temple. "I know. Eventually, they'll come. But it ain't gonna be until after you've transitioned."
"Do you know when?" Jasper asked.
He shook his head. "Things are murky right now. I don't think I'm gonna know anything more until Tootsie Pop has transitioned. There're too many paths, too many choices and options fer The Fates to say fer certain what's comin'."
I sighed.
Great.
– XOXO –
Needing a little time to myself, I decided a long, steaming soak in the gorgeous tub I'd seen in Jasper's bathroom this morning was in order.
My mate was busy discussing tactics, battle plans, and war with Peter, Char, and Ren. I kissed his cheek and disappeared, figuring I wouldn't be missed. I don't know the first thing about war, so I'd let the professionals handle things while I pondered life as a supernatural being of unknown origins.
Jasper's bathroom—which I guess is now our bathroom—had the same luxury cabin feel as the rest of the house. I paused at the threshold and took it all in. It was masculine, but not overly so. The ceiling was dark wood. One wall was done entirely in dark grey slate, the remaining walls were white. He had a double vanity with plenty of space and storage and two oval mirrors above each sink. The toilet was in its own special little room, tucked behind the threshold. Directly opposite the vanity was a massive, spectacular shower. This thing was huge! Big enough for me, Jasper, and six or seven other people. There were multiple shower heads, two of which came directly out of the ceiling. Buttons galore. I have no idea what half of them did. The gorgeous jetted tub sat below a square window. It wasn't low enough to see me in the tub, just large enough to let in lots of natural sunlight.
Hmm.
Bath or shower?
Bath or shower?
Despite all the technical stuff, the shower looked just as inviting as the tub.
I settled on the bath. I wanted to think and that required sitting and soaking and bubbles.
I flipped on the taps and stripped out of my clothes, tossing everything into the hamper.
Then I rummaged in the vanity for bath products.
It must've been my lucky day—either that or Jasper likes to take bubble baths—because I found half a dozen bottles of bubble bath, a basket full of various bath salts, and another overflowing with bath bombs and beads.
I picked a bottle of bath bubbles—honey and vanilla scented—and squirted a liberal dollop into the tub, watching as bubble nirvana ensued.
I love bubbles.
Steam curled through the air, along with the comforting scent, and I could already feel my body beginning to relax.
It took no time at all for the tub to fill halfway. Lifting one leg over the side, I carefully eased myself in, sighing when the blissfully hot water surged around me as I lowered myself into the bubbles.
Oh, it was nice.
The bubbles were silky.
The water was hot.
I was in heaven.
Leaning back, I left the tap running while I stared up at the ceiling and let my mind drift away.
I'm not sure how much thinking I got done. I was replaying Charlotte's story. The horror of it. The fear she must've felt. And the pain of leaving her sister, knowing she'd suffer at the hands of monsters.
I was lucky.
If I hadn't gone to the Cullen home and found Jasper, there would have been nothing to stop the shifters from taking me. My father was prepared to hand me over . . .
But then, he isn't my father, is he?
Charlie and Renee aren't my biological parents.
In fact, Charlie Swan has been dead for the last twenty years and Renee Higginbotham is just an alias Ren created.
I don't come from either of them.
So . . . where do I come from? Who was the woman who gave me life? Do I have a father? Am I going to spontaneously turn into a tree?
I have so many questions.
And, to be honest, I don't think I'm ever going to get answers.
Who is there to answer them? The woman that gave birth to me turned into a tree once I was born!
If I was born.
Don't think I missed that little nugget of information.
Ren never said I was born. She said I appeared.
Is that what happened? Did I just appear from nothing? Or was I born the normal way?
Again, I don't think I'll ever know.
The question is, can I live with that?
I'm not sure I have a choice in the matter.
Maybe, when this is all over and it's safe, Jasper and I can visit the meadow where I was born. I'd like to see the yew tree.
I'm not sure why. I don't suppose there's much point, but . . . I don't know. I feel like I should go back there. I don't expect to get answers. As far as I know, trees don't speak. But I guess you never know, right?
I took a deep breath and sank further into the bubbles.
There was so much riding on a transformation I wasn't even sure how to begin.
When Jasper bites me, won't his venom turn me into a vampire?
Then again, his venom is already inside of me. Minuscule drops have been part of me for the last six months and so far I'm not a vampire. If anything, I think his venom triggered the changes that have already taken place.
Did Carlisle not find that strange? That a normal human girl could be bitten, have venom flowing through her veins, and not transition? Even if the venom was supposably sucked out . . . that's not exactly normal, is it?
It's not every day a teenage girl is bitten and remains unchanged. Why didn't any of them question it?
Of course. I already know the answer to that! Alice and Edward told them there was no venom in my veins. And we all know their gifts are infallible!
Seems being normal isn't in the cards for me.
On the other hand, what is normal? Graduating high school, college, career, marriage, and having babies; seem to be the path everyone follows, even if some do it out of order.
Will I do any of those things?
I'd like to finish high school and go to college. I'd like to have a career, even if I don't know what I want to do with my life.
I'm not sure about babies. I suppose it would've been nice to be able to have children with Jasper. But he says it's not possible. Though, really, I was born from a tree; I think, at this point, anything is possible.
But is that what I want?
I'm not sure.
Not so long ago, I had time to figure it all out.
Now . . . everything's changed . . .
"Come to any decisions yet, Kitten?"
I jumped at the sound of his deep, husky voice, and looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe, his black eyes gazing at my bubbles.
He held himself a little taller. His back was straighter. His shoulders seemed wider and more solid. His hands clasped behind his back. His black eyes were a dead giveaway.
This was not my Jasper.
For some reason, The Major had decided to surface.
My heart fluttered in my chest as he sauntered into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him as he removed his shirt and tossed it towards the hamper. His black eyes never left mine as he dropped to his knees beside the tub.
"No more stallin', Kitten. It's time. Yer change is inevitable. We both know that. Ya can't remain vulnerable. If ya don't start yer transition tonight, the world is fucked. I know ya don't want that . . ."
I sighed. "It's a lot of pressure to put on eighteen-year-olds shoulders, you know."
"I was nineteen when I was turned and thrown into the Southern Wars," he pointed out. "Hell, I was a seventeen-year-old human when I joined the army to fight fer my home and family."
"And you were on the wrong side," I grumbled.
He simply smirked at me. "Char was eighteen when the shifters came fer her and her sister," he went on. "Pete was eighteen when he joined the Navy. Ren spent nineteen years under the thumb of a vicious, evil monster who raped and tortured her."
I've lived such a tame, sheltered life compared to them.
"My point is, we've all been through hell and back. We've all had pressure put on our shoulders. Ya ain't alone, Kitten. I know you've got questions that might never be answered. I know savin' the world weren't yer plan, but yer the only one that can do it. If ya don't, and this evil—whatever it is—rises, we're all gonna perish."
He was right.
It didn't matter what I wanted or how much I stalled, if I don't transition tonight and become, whatever I'm going to become, there wouldn't be a happily ever after for anyone.
There'd be no eternity with my mate.
No traveling the world.
No . . . well, anything.
The Fates had spoken. As strange and confusing as it was, The Earth gave me life. I was placed here to stop whatever evil is rising and bring about peace in the supernatural world. If the way I do that is through my Nectar and bonding with every supernatural creature on the planet, so be it.
This was my destiny.
"Tell me, Kitten, what do you wanna do?" The Major commanded.
The sound of his hard, gruff voice made me quiver. Goosebumps rose on my skin and I felt my nipples harden as moisture pooled between my legs.
The Major's lips twitched as my arousal fluttered through the air. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
There was part of me that wanted to disobey just to see what he'd do. Though, the bigger part of me, figured it would be far more pleasant for both of us if I was a good girl.
For now, at least.
Sensing the direction of my emotions, The Major smirked. "I ain't Jasper, Kitten," he warned. "And I do believe I warned ya once before, if ya disobeyed me, I'd spank yer ass red." He took my chin between his thumb and index finger. He wasn't rough with me, though. He was gentle. His fingers were soft, but firm. Holding me in place, but not hurting me. "I weren't playin' then and I ain't playin' now, little Kitten. You may be their Goddess and savior but yer my mate."
I smiled. "And I believe I promised not to wear panties the next time I disobeyed you," I remembered the conversation well.
He smirked, leaned forward, and captured my lips in a heated, passionate kiss. My body lifted out of the tub, pulling myself closer to him as his hands slid around my wet, naked torso.
Pulling back, breathing hard, I asked. "Would you like to join me in the tub, Major?"
He chuckled. "Not until ya make a decision, Kitten."
I pouted.
"Tell me what ya want," he demanded, his hands sweeping down my body, touching every part of me he could reach.
"I want you," I admitted, sighing when his strong fingers grazed my core. My legs parted for him, needing him closer.
"Not until you tell me, Isabella," he growled.
He'd never spoken my full name before. That was sexy.
I moaned as his finger gently brushed across my lower lips.
"Tell me, my mate," he repeated. "Say the words, Isabella, and afterward I'm gonna spend the rest of the day worshipin' yer beautiful body."
"Claim me, Major," I spoke. "Our bond needs to be finalized. And then, at the height of our pleasure, when you're buried deep inside of me, you need to mark me," I told him. Somehow, I just knew. "You'll have to inject as much of your venom into me as you can, in all the places you wish to mark me. Don't be afraid," I whispered, reaching between us to rub his crotch. "I'll wear your mark with pride, my mate."
"Say it, Isabella," he breathed. "Say the words, mate."
"I accept you, Major. Every part of you. Mind. Body. And soul," I breathed. "Turn me and make me yours for eternity."
A/N: Can you believe that we're on chapter twenty and everything that's happened so far has happened in FOUR days! Four days. That's crazy to me. It feels like a lifetime!
So, to recap: Kallias is the incubus who's masquerading as Charlie Swan. The real Charlie Swan was killed along with his parents 21 years ago.
The shifters have no idea Charlie Swan is dead or that Kallias is posing as Charlie.
I feel so sad for Charlotte! Her sister, Caroline, was kidnaped and initiated into the pack in 1938.
Ephraim Black is dead. But Quil Ateara is still alive. How is that possible?
And the Quileute pack are mutants with gifts shifters shouldn't have. How is that possible? You'll have to keep reading to find out!
If you have any questions or you're confused about anything, please don't hesitate to ask!
Up next, we finally get Bella and Jasper finalizing their bond!
See you in the next one. xoxo