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Luna Lovegood stood in the middle of her room, surrounded by the organized chaos of half-packed trunks and scattered magical artifacts. The late afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on the room's peculiar assortment of oddities and curiosities. She glanced over at her sister Selene, who was meticulously folding her robes into a suitcase. It was a scene both familiar and foreign; the Lovegood sisters had packed together many times before, but this time was different. This time, Selene was leaving for somewhere far away.

"Why America, Selene?" Luna asked, tilting her head with her characteristic dreamy expression. "It’s so far." 

Selene paused, her baby blue eyes meeting Luna’s with a mixture of affection and determination. "I need a fresh start, Luna. After everything we've been through... after the war... I think it would do me some good."

Luna nodded, her expression growing quieter. The wizarding war had indeed left scars, both physical and emotional, on both Lovegood sisters. Selene had fought valiantly as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, using her healing skills to mend the wounded and provide comfort to those in need. But she had also experienced firsthand the devastating toll it took on her own heart.

She walked over to Selene, her silver-blonde hair swaying gently with each step. She reached out and touched her sister's hand, her own pale blue eyes reflecting understanding and sadness. "But you’re a Healer. You could stay here and work at Hogwarts. We could be closer."

Selene sighed and pulled Luna into a gentle embrace. "I know, Luna. But I need to heal too. Being here, where everything reminds me of the battle, the pain, the loss... it's too much. Celestina Cottage is a gift from grandmama. It's a chance to start anew, to find some peace."

Luna leaned her head against Selene’s shoulder, feeling the comfort of her sister's presence. "I understand. You’ve always been more sensitive, more in tune with the world around you. That’s what makes you such an amazing Healer. But I’ll miss you so much. You're my sister and best friend.”

Selene placed a tender kiss on Luna’s forehead. "And you’re mine. I’ll miss you too, Luna. But this isn't goodbye forever. You’ll come and stay with me during the holidays and summer. Celestina Cottage will be our home together whenever you need it."

Luna nodded, her heart aching but accepting the truth in Selene's words. "Promise me you’ll write often. And sing me your riddles when we’re apart. It’s always been our way to stay connected."

"I promise," Selene said, smiling softly. 

They stood there for a moment, absorbing the reality of their impending separation. The war had changed them both, leaving scars that time alone might not heal. But in this moment, with their arms around each other, they found solace in the bond they shared.

Luna knew her sister was resilient and immensely capable, despite her shyness. Selene was like a gentle river, flowing steadily and with purpose, even in the face of adversity.

With one last squeeze, Selene released Luna from the embrace. "Now, Luna, help me finish packing. We still have a few hours left before I leave for Forks. Let's make sure Celestina Cottage feels like home when you come to visit."

Luna nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope and excitement.

As they continued packing, the room filled with the quiet hum of their shared memories and whispered reassurances. Luna knew her sister needed this new beginning, and she would support her, even from afar. Because that’s what sisters did—they held each other up, no matter the distance between them.

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The gentle hum of the airplane engines had long since faded, replaced by the smooth purr of the taxi cab's motor as it navigated the winding roads of Forks, Washington. Raindrops tapped rhythmically against the windowpane, creating a soothing symphony that matched Selene Lovegood's introspective mood. She rested her head against the cool glass, her eyes absorbing the lush, green scenery that seemed to stretch endlessly around her.

The driver, a middle-aged man with a friendly smile and a twinkle in his eye, glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "So, where are you headed, miss?" he asked, his cheerful tone cutting through the quiet hum of the cab.

Selene straightened slightly, her silver blonde hair falling over her shoulder like a cascade of moonlight. "Celestina Cottage, by the River Inn," she replied softly, her British accent unmistakable.

The driver raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That's quite a long way from home, isn't it? What brings you to Forks? Vacation? Visiting someone?"

Selene offered a gentle smile, her heart-shaped face radiating a quiet warmth. "I'll be living here for a while," she said, her voice calm and patient. "My grandmother left me a house, and I thought it was time for a change of scenery."

The driver nodded, clearly intrigued. "Well, welcome to Forks then. You've chosen a beautiful, albeit rainy, place to settle down. There are some great spots to check out around here. Have you heard of La Push beach?"

Selene shook her head, her curiosity piqued. "No, I haven't. What's it like?"

"It's a stunning place," the driver enthused, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "The beach is on the Quileute reservation, and it's got these amazing rock formations and driftwood. Great for a peaceful walk or just sitting and watching the waves. The Quileute people are really friendly, too. They've got a rich history and culture. You should definitely visit when you get the chance."

Selene listened intently, absorbing every detail. "It sounds wonderful," she said, her voice filled with genuine interest. "I love learning about new places and cultures. Thank you for the recommendation."

The driver beamed, clearly pleased with her attentiveness. "No problem at all. There's also Port Angeles, not too far from here. It's got some nice shops, restaurants, and even a few museums. A bit more lively than Forks, if you ever need a change of pace."

Selene nodded, making a mental note of the places he mentioned. "I appreciate the information. It's always good to know more about the area you're living in."

The driver chuckled. "Knowledge is power, right? You seem like the kind of person who values that."

Selene smiled softly, her thoughts drifting momentarily to her time at Hogwarts and the lessons she had learned there. "Yes, it is," she agreed. "And it's especially useful when you're in a new place."

As the taxi continued its journey, the driver pointed out various landmarks and points of interest, his cheerful chatter a comforting backdrop to Selene's thoughts. 

After an hour and a half of winding through the dense forests and misty roads of Forks, the taxi finally pulled over beside a wooden sign and a mailbox that read 'Celestina Cottage 29, FORKS'. Selene's heart fluttered with anticipation as she stepped out of the muggle vehicle. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp moss. She looked around, taking in the quiet beauty of her surroundings.

The driver, ever so helpful, retrieved her solitary luggage from the trunk and set it gently on the ground beside her. "Well, here we are," he said, pointing towards the cobblestone pathway that led into the forest. "Just follow this path down towards the first couple of trees. Once you pass them, you'll see your new home."

Selene nodded, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "Thank you so much," she said, reaching into her purse and handing him the fare along with an extra tip. "You've been very kind."

The driver shook her hand warmly. "It's been a pleasure. And before I forget, be careful around here. There have been some sightings of large bears in the woods recently. Best to stay alert."

Selene's expression remained calm as she acknowledged the warning. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you again."

With a final wave, the driver got back into his cab and drove away, leaving Selene standing alone by the sign. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over her. This was it—her new beginning.

Grasping the handle of her trunk, she began to follow the cobblestone pathway. The stones were cool and slightly uneven beneath her feet, adding a touch of rustic charm to the journey. The trees on either side formed a natural archway, their leaves whispering secrets in the gentle breeze. As she passed through the tree barrier, the sight of Celestina Cottage emerged before her eyes.

The cottage was nothing short of enchanting. Its traditional Tudor-style architecture stood proudly amidst the greenery, with a steeply pitched roof covered in a soft layer of moss that seemed to glow in the diffused light. A stone chimney rose from one side, hinting at a cozy fireplace within. The exterior showcased a half-timbered design, the dark wooden beams creating a striking contrast against the light-colored walls.

Large windows framed with delicate wooden accents and a wooden door adorned with decorative glass panels invited her to imagine the warmth and comfort inside. A winding stone path led to the entrance. It was as if the cottage had sprung from the pages of a fairy tale, a place where magic and reality intertwined seamlessly.

Selene felt a sense of awe and peace wash over her as she stood there, taking in the beauty of her new home. She stepped forward, the sound of her footsteps mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves. Her heart swelled with a bittersweet mixture of memories and hopes for what lay ahead. This was her sanctuary, a place to heal and rediscover herself.

With a deep breath, she reached out and touched the wooden door, feeling the cool, textured surface beneath her fingertips. She knew that within these walls, she would find solace and strength, just as her grandmother had intended.

"Welcome home, Selene," she whispered to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.

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Selene stood in the spacious, empty living room of her new home, her wand held delicately in her hand. The house had an air of nostalgia, filled with echoes of long-forgotten laughter and memories. As she twirled her wand, soft melodies floated through the air, creating an enchanting aura that seemed to breathe life into the old house.

“Sweep the dust,

clear the webs,

let the magic do its best”

Selene sang in a soft, lilting voice, her words forming an incantation that sent brooms and dusters dancing through the room. They moved gracefully, as though performing a choreographed routine, brushing away the years of neglect that had settled in every corner.

Selene's silver-blonde hair shimmered in the afternoon light streaming through the windows, her blue eyes sparkling with a quiet joy. Her heart-shaped face bore a peaceful expression as she watched the magic unfold. The living room, with its mismatched vintage wallpaper, was gradually transformed into a clean, blank state, ready to be filled with new memories.

As she moved to the next room, her song continued, each verse bringing a different part of the house back to life. 

"Windows clear, 

floors so bright, 

may this home be filled with light." 

The windows gleamed, and the wooden floors shone, reflecting the warm sunlight. 

After an hour of meticulous, magical cleaning, Selene finally lowered her wand, the house now pristine and ready for her personal touch. She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh scent of cleanliness mixed with the faint, lingering aroma of magic. 

"Now, what shall we do next?" she mused aloud, her voice echoing slightly in the empty space. "Furniture, of course. Something cozy and inviting for the living room. Maybe a big, plush sofa, a couple of armchairs, and a coffee table. And for the dining room, a nice wooden table with matching chairs. Something that feels like home."

She walked through the house, her mind racing with ideas. "I'll need a bed for the master bedroom, and perhaps a desk for the second bedroom. For Luna’s visit, she’ll need a place to write her articles for The Quibbler. And of course, some bookshelves. I can’t have a house without bookshelves."

Selene's thoughts turned to the practicalities of her new life in Forks. "Groceries," she reminded herself. "I'll need to stock the kitchen. Fresh fruits and vegetables, some meats, and pantry staples. Maybe I should visit the local market tomorrow."

Feeling a bit peckish after all the cleaning, Selene decided it was time to venture out for dinner. "I'll explore the town a bit," she said to herself. "Find a nice place to eat and maybe get to know the locals."

She glanced around the house one last time, a smile tugging at her lips. "It’s going to be lovely here," she whispered. "A fresh start, just like Grandmama wanted."

Selene grabbed her light jacket and stepped out of Celestina Cottage, locking the door behind her. 

As she stood in front of the door, a sudden wave of anxiety washed over her. The memories of the war, the constant vigilance, and the ever-present threat of Death Eaters were not easily forgotten. She bit her lip, her mind racing with the possibility that even here, far from Britain, she might not be completely safe.

"I can't take any chances," she whispered to herself. 

With a swift motion, she retrieved her wand from her pocket. Her voice, though soft, carried a steely resolve as she began casting protective wards around the cottage. “Protego Totalum, Salvio Hexia, Protego Maxima,” she incanted, her wand movements precise and deliberate. The air around the cottage shimmered briefly with the power of the spells, a protective barrier forming to shield her new home from any unwanted intruders.

"Fianto Duri," she added for extra protection, her voice growing more confident with each spell. "Cave Inimicum." She could feel the wards settling into place, a comforting blanket of security enveloping the house.

Selene paused, taking a deep breath. The wards would hold, she reassured herself. Her grandmother's cottage was now as safe as she could make it under the circumstances. She would not allow her sanctuary to be taken from her, not after everything she and Luna had fought for.

Satisfied with her work, Selene decided it was finally time to head out for dinner. She locked the door behind her with a flick of her wand and flowers bloomed around it. Smiling, she suddenly remembered the first time she held it. 

***

Mr. Ollivander gestured toward a tall, slender box in front of him, its faded exterior hinting at the treasures contained within.

"I believe this may just be the wand for you," he said, his voice gentle and filled with wisdom. "Eleven inches, Rowan wood, with a phoenix feather core."

"The Rowan wood, Miss Lovegood," Mr. Ollivander began, his voice filled with old tales—“has always been much-favoured for wands, my dear. It is said to be highly protective and enhances defensive charms. There is a renowned belief that no dark witch or wizard has ever owned a rowan wand. They have a special affinity for the clear-headed and the pure-hearted."

Selene's eyes widened with wonder. “I like the sound of that," she remarked, her voice filled with curiosity. "Please, please, tell me more, sir."

"A curious mind, are you? Very well, as you wish," Mr. Ollivander smiled and continued, his gaze thoughtful. "Rowan wands, though temperamental and demanding, often outperform others in duels. They seem to bring out the very best in those who possess them. The wand chooses the wizard, you see, and should it deem you worthy, it can be a powerful ally."

Selene's heart raced with anticipation as Mr. Ollivander gently withdrew the wand from its box. As he handed it to her, she held it delicately in her hands, feeling the smooth texture of the dark brown wood against her skin. Glowing with excitement, she lifted it ever so slightly, and as if responding to her touch, vibrant colors burst forth, flowers blooming all around the wand.

"Remarkable," Mr. Ollivander whispered, his eyes shimmering with admiration. "It seems the wand has chosen you, Miss Lovegood."

Selene's face broke into a radiant smile, her enchantment with the wand evident.

"It's perfect," she breathed, her voice filled with awe. "Thank you, sir."

***

Smiling to herself, she began her way down the path toward town. She felt a sense of anticipation and excitement. Forks, with its lush greenery and small-town charm, was already beginning to feel like a place where she could heal and perhaps even find new adventures.

Her footsteps echoed softly on the gravel, and as she walked, she began to hum another riddle melody, a soft, comforting tune that seemed to harmonize with the whispering trees around her. The evening was warm, and the air was filled with the scent of pine and earth, promising a tranquil and welcoming night ahead.

The evening air was cool and refreshing, a welcome change after the day's work.

As she started down the path, she suddenly paused and realized a glaring issue: she had no means of transportation. The nearest restaurants were a considerable walking distance away, either in La Push or Forks. The Cottage was located in between the two, away from the local houses. And she didn’t own a muggle contraption called a car.

"Oh, Merlin's beard," Selene muttered, feeling a pang of frustration. "How am I supposed to get there?"

Her mind raced for a solution, and then she remembered the old vintage bicycle she had seen in the backyard earlier. With a glimmer of hope, she quickly made her way to the back of the house. There, leaning against a weathered shed, was the pastel green bicycle with a charming basket attached to the front.

"Reparo," she said, pointing her wand at the bike. The rusted chain, flat tires, and chipped paint all mended themselves in an instant, leaving the bicycle looking as good as new. "Scourgify," she added, removing the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the years.

Selene smiled, pleased with her handiwork. The bike now gleamed in the fading light, a perfectly functional and rather adorable mode of transportation. "Good thing Luna and I learned how to ride one of these when we were little."

She hopped on the bike, testing its balance and feeling a thrill of nostalgia as she did. It felt like a small, comforting piece of her past had found its way into her new life. With a determined grin, she set off down the path, the cool breeze brushing against her face.

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The golden rays of the early morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Celestina Cottage, casting a warm glow over the newly arranged living room. Selene stood in the middle of the room, admiring her handiwork with a satisfied smile. The week had been a whirlwind of activity, but now, every piece of furniture was in its perfect place, and the house radiated a cozy and warm atmosphere that felt like home.

The plush, deep blue sofa was adorned with silver and bronze cushions, reflecting her Ravenclaw pride. A soft, cream-colored rug lay beneath a rustic coffee table, which held a vase of freshly picked wildflowers from the nearby woods. The scent of lavender and chamomile wafted through the air, a calming presence that Selene found comforting.

Her gaze drifted to the wall beside the fireplace, where Mrs. Weasley's gift—a magical clock with Ravenclaw colors—was proudly displayed. The clock was a beautiful piece, its face surrounded by intricate designs of silver and blue, and it felt like a piece of home here in Forks. It had three hands: one for her, one for her dad, and one for Luna. Selene's hand pointed to "home," while Luna's was at "school," and her dad's silver hand indicated "work."

She approached the clock, her fingers lightly tracing the delicate craftsmanship. The fireplace was a gentle reminder that she can use the Floo Network anytime. Traveling to St. Mungo's for her job as a Healer would be convenient, though she preferred it over Apparating, which always left her feeling slightly disoriented.

As she stared at the clock, memories of the war crept into her mind. 

Her father betrayed Harry to the Death Eaters. 

He had done it out of fear, out of desperation to protect his daughters, but the betrayal had cut deep. The torture she and Luna endured had been harrowing, but they had remained steadfast, not giving in to their captors. Her father's actions had felt like a betrayal of their bravery and sacrifice. She understood his fear, but the wounds—both physical and emotional—were slow to heal. 

She turned away from the clock and walked to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air. She poured herself a cup and took a seat by the window, gazing out at the lush greenery that surrounded her new home. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a serene backdrop, a stark contrast to the chaos and fear she had left behind.

Selene took a sip of her tea, allowing the warmth to spread through her. Her thoughts drifted to her sister Luna, who was still at Hogwarts. Luna had always been a beacon of light in her life, and Selene missed her dearly. 

A small smile tugged at her lips as she thought of Luna's quirky wisdom and unwavering support. The magical clock's hand pointed steadily at "school," a comforting reminder that her sister was safe and continuing her education.

***

After finishing her morning routine and changing, Selene laced up her sturdy, muggle hiking shoes and donned a lightweight jacket before setting out for a hike. The morning air was crisp and the sky clear, promising a beautiful day for exploring the woods around Forks. She had two more weeks of freedom before returning to St. Mungo's as a full-time Healer, and she intended to make the most of it.

With her wand securely tucked into a concealed pocket, she stepped out into her backyard, inhaling the fresh, earthy scent of the forest. It was a habit she'd developed during the war, always keeping her wand within reach, a reminder of the vigilance that had been necessary during those dark times.

She started her hike at a leisurely pace, allowing herself to be immersed in the natural beauty around her. Birds chirped overhead, and the sunlight filtered through the canopy, creating a dappled pattern on the forest floor. As she walked, she hummed a tune, a habit she’d picked up from Luna, who often also sang in riddles to pass the time.

After about an hour of hiking, Selene found herself in an open meadow. It was desolate, a stark contrast to the lush forest she had just traversed. The ground was barren, the grass brittle and brown, and the air felt strangely still. She paused, curious and slightly unsettled by the sudden change in landscape.

Selene closed her eyes, taking in the silence. There was a certain tranquility in this emptiness, a moment of stillness that allowed her to reflect. 

Her mind drifted to the memories of the past weeks—spending time with Luna before the move, organizing her new home, and now, exploring this new land. The solitude of the forest had a calming effect on her, a stark contrast to the chaotic aftermath of the war.

Selene snapped her eyes open as she heard footsteps on the brittle grass behind her. She turned swiftly, her senses heightened, but what she saw was a girl with chocolate-colored hair and matching eyes, around her age. 

The girl was pretty, Selene thought, but something was clearly wrong. Her expression was pained and distant as she stared at the meadow, almost as if she was reliving a memory.

Selene observed her for a moment, noting the tension in her posture and the way her eyes seemed to glisten with unshed tears. The girl appeared not to notice Selene, lost in her own world of sorrow. Suddenly, the brunette's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Alarmed, Selene hurried over, her healer instincts kicking in. She knelt in front of the girl, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with concern.

The girl finally seemed to register Selene's presence and looked up, her eyes wide with surprise and pain. "I..." she began, but before she could continue, her gaze shifted to something behind Selene, and she let out a gasp.

Selene's heart raced as she processed the girl's reaction. She felt a sudden chill on her back and goosebumps prickling her skin. Her instincts screamed danger and she turned around swiftly.

Standing not meters away was a beautiful man with dark skin, long dreadlocks, and bright red eyes that glowed with a predatory hunger. 

Vampire. 

Selene recognized the signs immediately, having studied magical creatures extensively at Hogwarts. But this was different. He radiated a malevolent aura, one that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Stay behind me," Selene whispered to the brunette, who was now trembling. She took out her wand and raised it, her mind already racing through spells and defensive measures.

The Vampire was in front of them in a flash and took a step forward, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "What do you think a stick can do?" he scoffed, clearly unfamiliar with witches and wizards.

Selene didn't answer, maintaining her defensive stance, her eyes never leaving the vampire. She could sense his predatory intent, and she knew she had to protect the girl behind her at all costs.

The Vampire’s smile widened, revealing sharp teeth. "My business is with the girl behind you," he said, his gaze shifting to the brunette. 

"Hello, Bella."

The girl— Bella —eyes widened further, and she stammered, " Laurent? Why are you here?"

The vampire, Laurent—noting their names—began to stalk around the girls, his movements smooth and calculated. "Victoria has a plan, you see," he said, his tone almost conversational. "She's quite upset about James. She wants to make you suffer, Bella. But I noticed the Cullens are gone. You've been abandoned."

Selene furrowed her brow in confusion. Victoria? James? Cullens? Who were these people? How does Bella know this Vampire? Why do they want to kill her specifically?

Bella tried to deny it, shaking her head. "No, they haven't abandoned me."

Laurent's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh, but they have. And Victoria's plan is quite... drawn out. Painful. But I'm not so cruel. I'll make it quick. Painless." His gaze shifted to Selene. "And you ," he said, his eyes raking over her, "are an unexpected bonus. Additional food."

Immediately after stating his intent, he moved to grab Bella, his speed blurring his form, but Selene didn't hesitate. 

"Stupefy!"  

Her wand emitting a bright red light that struck Laurent squarely in the chest, sending him flying backward.

She heard Bella gasped in shock behind her, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched the vampire being thrown back by an unseen force. Laurent got up quickly, his expression a mix of pain and confusion. He clutched his chest, feeling it actually throb from the impact. He stared at Selene, his own disbelief evident.

" What did you do?" Laurent demanded, his voice tinged with both anger and astonishment. "What are you?"

Before Selene could answer, Laurent whipped his head to the side, his red eyes narrowing. Selene followed his gaze and saw huge wolves slowly emerging from the trees, their growls vibrating through the air. They were enormous, unlike any wolves she had ever read about or imagined. They moved with a predatory grace, their eyes locked onto Laurent, ready to attack.

The sight shocked all three of them, but Selene felt an extra layer of bewilderment. Why had she never learned or heard of these massive wolves before? They were unlike any magical creature she had encountered in her studies.

Before she could observe them further, the black wolf at the front leaped forward, charging straight for Laurent. Selene's amazement grew as she realized the wolf wasn't heading towards her or Bella, but the vampire. The rest of the wolves followed, their movements synchronized and deadly.

As they passed by, the last wolf—a huge russet-colored one—slowed down, its eyes locking onto Bella for a moment before it shifted towards her form. 

For a split second, Selene’s eyes met the wolf’s. 

And suddenly the wolf froze, like it was petrified—its eyes widening as it met Selene's gaze. 

Selene felt a surge of wild magic within her, a powerful force that simultaneously calmed into a serene warmth, spreading through her entire being. She stared back at the wolf, feeling an inexplicable connection, something deep and unspoken passing between them.

The moment was abruptly broken by a whimper and a growl from the black wolf, who was thrown by Laurent. The russet wolf finally turned away from Selene, joining the fray with its pack.

She turned to Bella, her voice gentle but firm. "Let's get out of here," she said. "It's not safe." 

Questions later. Safety first.

Bella nodded, her expression dazed. "What... what were those?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"I don't know," Selene admitted, "but we'll figure it out. Together."

As they made their way back through the woods, Selene couldn't help but glance back, her mind racing with questions. Her fresh start in Forks was turning out to be far more complex than she had anticipated, but she felt a newfound determination. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she knew she had the strength and resolve to face them.

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Selene and Bella sprinted through the dense woods, their breathing ragged and heavy. The trees blurred past them, and the forest floor, littered with roots and rocks, seemed determined to trip them up. Bella stumbled again, and Selene, with surprising strength for someone so petite, yanked her back to her feet.

"Honestly, Bella," Selene muttered, half-exasperated, half-amused. "Do you have two left feet?"

"Sorry," Bella panted, her face flushed with exertion and fear. "I'm not exactly... athletic."

“I see that,” she teased. They bolted through the dense forest, the shadows cast by the towering trees stretching and elongating in the fading light. Each breath Selene took was a sharp inhalation of the earthy scent of pine and damp moss, mingling with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The forest floor was uneven, and Bella's clumsiness was quickly becoming a liability.

They pushed on, the eerie howls of the wolves echoing behind them. 

"Come on, Bella, we have to keep moving!" She urged, her voice small but laden with urgency. Selene glanced back and saw her sprawled on the ground once again, having tripped over an exposed root.

"Sorry!" Bella exclaimed, scrambling to her feet with a wince. 

Selene reached out, grabbing Bella’s arm and pulling her up again . "We're almost there. Just a little further," she reassured her, even though she wasn’t entirely sure where "there" was. Her knowledge of Forks' geography was limited, but Bella seemed to have a sense of direction, even if her feet didn't always cooperate.

Selene's mind raced. She had broken the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy by using magic in front of a Muggle, but Bella clearly knew about vampires. She wasn’t surprised by Laurent's presence, nor by the fact that he intended to kill her. It was clear that this town held secrets of its own, secrets that perhaps made her transgression less severe. Did that also mean she was aware of the wider supernatural world? If so, Selene might not be in as much trouble as she feared. She sighed inwardly, hoping MACUSA, the American counterpart to the Aurors, wouldn't come knocking on her door.

Finally, they burst out of the woods onto a paved road. Bella's house was in the distance, a welcome sight after their frantic escape. They slowed to a walk, chests heaving, as they approached the safety of Bella's home.

Bella leaned forward, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. "Thank you," she panted, her voice shaky. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there."

Selene nodded, still trying to steady her breathing. "You're welcome.” She was just glad nobody died today. 

“Alright, I need you to be honest with me." Selene paused, waiting until Bella’s eyes met hers. "How do you know about vampires? And why was he trying to kill you?"

Selene glanced at Bella, noting the girl's hesitance and the wary glances she cast in her direction.

The stillness of the evening settled around them, and Selene felt the adrenaline begin to ebb away.

“My name is Selene, Selene Lovegood. You can trust me, Bella,” she persuaded gently. 

The girl bit her lip, her eyes darting away. She seemed to be weighing her words carefully. Selene could see the conflict in her expression, the struggle to decide how much to reveal. Finally, Bella's gaze met Selene's.

"I'll tell you," Bella said slowly, her voice trembling slightly. "But you also have to tell me what you did back there. That... whatever it was that made Laurent fall back."

Selene nodded, “I will.”

Bella's gaze flickered and took a deep breath, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her shirt. "Laurent... he's part of a group of vampires. They're... they're after me because of something that happened last year. It's a long story, but the short version is, I got involved with vampires, and not all of them are as friendly as the Cullens. Victoria, the one Laurent mentioned, wants revenge."

Bella started to unravel her story. She spoke of her ex-boyfriend, Edward, and his family—the Cullens—who were vampires. She explained their vegetarian lifestyle and the events that led to Victoria and James hunting her, ending with an incident on her birthday that caused the departure of the Cullens and the heartache it caused her.

Selene listened intently, absorbing the weight of Bella's words and the pain etched in her expression. As she finished, Selene moved closer, offering her a comforting hand and a small smile. "I can't believe you dated a vampire," she teased gently, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

Bella managed a small smile in return, grateful for the brief respite from her troubles. Selene couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for her—facing heartbreak and danger in such quick succession was a cruel twist of fate.

After a moment of quiet reflection, Selene knew it was time to reveal a part of herself to Bella. She began, her voice steady, "I'm a witch."

She took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I used magic back there to stun Laurent. It’s called a Stupefy Charm. That's what made him fall back."

Bella gaped in fascination but there was no fear or disbelief, only awe. Bella accepted this revelation with unexpected grace, her reaction a testament to her resilience in the face of the extraordinary.

After a few minutes of silence, Bella nodded slowly, the weight of their shared secrets settling between them. "Thank you," she said softly. "For saving me."

"You're welcome," Selene replied with a smile. 

“It seems like I've moved to quite an interesting town," Selene said dryly. "But for now, you're safe. We need to come up with a plan to keep it that way."

At the mention of her safety, Bella’s anxiety resurfaced, she voiced her concern about the massive wolves they had encountered. She felt the need to inform her father, the police chief, about the looming threat.

Bella's urgency to warn her father about the massive wolves propelled us—dragging Selene by her hand—to the house, their quick steps echoing in the quiet neighborhood. Bursting into the kitchen, they found Charlie and another man in conversation, their voices tapering off as they registered our abrupt entrance.

Without preamble, Bella blurted out the news, her words tumbling out in a rush to explain the danger lurking in the woods. Charlie's brows furrowed in concern, his eyes flicking between Bella and me as he processed the unexpected information.

"Why the hell were you out in the woods, Bella?" Charlie asked, his tone tinged with exasperation and worry.

Before Bella could respond, I stepped forward, feeling the weight of the unspoken questions hanging in the air. "Hullo sir, I'm Selene," I introduced myself, mustering a polite smile. "I was with Bella, we were both hiking until we saw the wolves. It was quite... unexpected."

To her surprise, Bella remained tight-lipped, allowing Selene to steer the conversation without revealing the full extent of their encounter in the woods. It was a relief that she didn't divulge details that could complicate matters further.

Charlie and his friend turned their attention to Selene, nodding in acknowledgment of my presence. Pleasantries were exchanged, and as the conversation shifted, Charlie addressed his friend, Harry, suggesting they go hunting together. With a shared understanding, the two men excused themselves and departed, leaving Bella and Selene in the kitchen.

As the door closed behind them, Charlie's parting words lingered in the air, a stern warning to stay inside the house. His gaze lingered on Bella, the unspoken concern evident in his eyes.

Selene turned to Bella, a blend of relief and apprehension swirling within her. "Well, that was... eventful," she remarked, trying to lighten the mood despite the gravity of the situation. Bella managed a weak smile in response, “Yeah, no kidding,” her eyes reflecting gratitude for my presence.

They moved to the living room, the weight of unspoken truths hanging between them.

Bella broke the silence, her voice laced with worry. "Do you think those wolves are... dead now? Laurent seemed so strong. I mean, he’s a vampire."

Selene glanced at Bella, her dark blue irises shimmering with a hint of wisdom. "Assumptions often lead us astray, Bella. The wolves were not ordinary creatures; they were massive and feral. Perhaps it is not they who fell, but Laurent instead."

Bella frowned, clearly skeptical. "You really think those wolves could take down a vampire?"

"Magic and mystery often cloak the truth," Selene replied in a riddle-like tone, her voice soft but steady. "The russet wolf, in particular, seemed different. When our eyes met, I felt a connection, as if my magic recognized something in the wolf. It was warm and comforting, unlike anything I’ve felt before."

Bella's curiosity was piqued. "Magic….are there more like you? Witches and wizards, I mean?"

Selene nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, we exist, though we keep to ourselves. You already know of vampires, one type of magical creature in our world. So I think it is alright for you to know about us too. But, Bella, it’s crucial you keep this a secret. The magical world thrives in secrecy."

Bella agreed, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I won’t tell anyone, I promise. But what do we do about Victoria? I can’t fight her—she’ll kill me.”

Selene's heart ached for Bella. "I will protect you, Bella. As your new friend, I won’t let any harm come to you."

Bella looked at Selene, touched by her words. "Friends…..are you sure? I’m sorry you got involved in this mess. You’re not from here, are you?"

Selene smiled gently. "I chose to help, Bella. It’s not your fault. And yes, I’m new here. I moved from England recently. My accent tends to give that away, doesn’t it?"

Bella chuckled softly, the tension easing a bit. "Yeah, it does. Welcome to Forks, Selene."

For a beat of seconds, Bella spoke up again, her hands wringing together nervously. "Victoria knows where I live," she stated, her voice tinged with worry. "I'm scared she'll come here, Selene. I can't stop thinking about it."

Selene's brows furrowed in concern. "That is troubling, Bella. I live at Celestina Cottage beside the River Inn. It's not close enough to protect you immediately if Victoria decides to attack."

Bella's anxiety seemed to deepen at this. "So, what do we do?"

Selene's eyes glinted with determination. "I can ward your house with protective barriers. They will keep out anyone with ill intentions and also alert me the second they are breached. I’ll apparate here in an instant if that happens."

Bella looked puzzled. "I’m sorry, what? Wards? Apparate?"

Selene smiled gently, understanding Bella’s confusion. "Wards are magical protections I can place around your home. They will act like invisible shields. Apparating is a magical form of teleportation. It allows me to travel from one place to another in the blink of an eye."

Bella nodded slowly, still processing the information. "That sounds... incredible. Can you show me?"

Selene stood up, retrieving her wand from her pocket. "Of course. Watch closely."

She walked to the front door, her wand held steadily in her hand. With a few precise flicks and soft incantations, she began to weave the protective spells around Bella’s house. A faint shimmer of magic enveloped the house momentarily, then faded from view.

"Protego Totalum," Selene murmured, casting the final ward. She turned back to Bella, who was watching in awe.

"You can’t see it but your house is now protected by several layers of wards. If anyone with ill intentions tries to enter, I will know immediately and be here in a flash," Selene explained. "But for now, try to stay indoors as much as possible. We don’t know if Laurent is still out there."

Bella nodded, relief washing over her features. "Thank you, Selene. I feel safer already."

Selene smiled warmly. "That’s what friends are for. Here, let's exchange home phone numbers so we can stay in touch."

They quickly exchanged numbers, and Selene took a step back, her wand at the ready. "I’ll visit you soon to check on you. Take care, Bella."

With that, Selene disappeared with a soft pop, she vanished from Bella’s living room, reappearing moments later in her cozy Celestina Cottage beside the River Inn. Leaving Bella standing in marvel at the magic she had just witnessed.

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Patrolling was starting to drain Jacob faster than he expected. Especially when the pack currently only consisted of five shapeshifters.

Moving silently through the forest, it was his and Embry’s turn to patrol, their heightened senses alert to the slightest disturbance. The ground muffled their footsteps, and the air was thick with the fresh scent of pine and earth. 

How long do you think until Quil joins us?  

Embry's voice echoed in Jacob's mind through their telepathic link. 

Jacob mentally sighed, his muscles tensing slightly as he remembered the confusion and irritation he felt before his own transformation. 

I don't know, man. I just hope it's soon. It sucks keeping secrets from him. Not knowing is the worst part.

Embry agreed, his massive wolf form moving gracefully beside Jacob. 

Yeah, I felt like crap leaving both of you guys in the dark. But it's the tribe elders and Alpha’s orders. We can't just tell him.

That stupid gag order. He had spent avoiding Bella and cutting her off harshly because of it. He felt like a complete shit after. He understood now how hard it had been for Embry. 

I get it. I really do. I just hate that he has to go through this. Who knew myths and legends were—

Their conversation was cut short when a sudden, nauseatingly sweet scent hit their nostrils. It was unmistakable—the scent of a vampire. Jacob's hackles rose, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. 

Leech! West side of La Push Beach.

Jacob communicated with a snarl, his tone urgent. Without hesitation, he threw his head back and let out a long, piercing howl to signal the rest of the pack. The sound echoed through the forest, a call to arms that would bring the others running.

Embry was already at Jacob's side.

Let’s go! He urged, his voice taut with anticipation.

They dashed through the forest, their powerful legs eating up the ground with ease. Every muscle in Jacob's body was coiled and ready, his mind focused solely on the hunt. The scent grew stronger, mingling with the salty tang of the ocean as they neared the beach.

The rest of the pack had finally caught up with Jacob and Embry. 

Stay sharp. It's your first time facing a vampire, so be ready for anything. Sam commanded.

Paul scoffed, his arrogance coming through clearly. 

One leech? We've got this.

Jacob, filled with adrenaline, agreed. He needed to unleash his piled up anger somewhere and a blood sucker was just the perfect punching bag. 

As they rushed past the trees, Sam, leading the pack, growled menacingly. Jared, who had the best sense of smell among them, alerted the pack. 

There’s two humans with the vampire!

Multiple curses echoed in their minds as they sped up, their determination fierce. 

The pack surged forward, driven by the scent of the vampire that lingered in the air. Jacob's russet-colored fur bristled with anticipation; his muscles coiled, ready to unleash their full force. The leech was ahead, and the pack moved with one goal: to eliminate the threat. Sam led the charge, his black form a dark streak against the forest backdrop. Jacob followed closely, every instinct honed in on their prey.

As they neared a desolate meadow, the sight that greeted them was unexpected. The blood sucker stood, his eyes wide with confusion and pain, but what caught Jacob off guard was the sight of two girls—one he recognized instantly.

Bella! He called out in his mind. Relief and anger surged through him in equal measure. She was there, but she was in danger— again. 

Paul snarled, his disdain evident. 

Of course it's the leech lover. Figures.

Embry glanced at the other girl beside Bella. 

Who's that?

The other was a stranger, but the girl’s hair drew Jacob’s attention. Her silver-blonde hair glinted in the fading light, and she stood with a branch? Wooden stick?—whatever it was—raised, as if it could defend them against the vampire.

What the hell is going on here?

Jared’s thoughts echoed through their minds. 

She's protecting the leech lover, she got balls, I like her. 

Paul noted, his thoughts tinged with admiration.

The vampire’s voice rang out, tinged with anger and astonishment. "What did you do? What are you?"

The pack slowed, revealing themselves, their growls filling the air.

The leech was already getting back up, his eyes darting between the wolves and the girl. 

Jacob felt a surge of anger and protectiveness. But there was no time to figure out who the girl was; their priority was the vampire. Sam gave the signal, and he lunged at the vampire, leading the pack in a coordinated attack.

The pack moved as one, Jacob followed, his eyes locked on the leech, who was already looking battered and confused from whatever had happened before they arrived.

He couldn’t help but slow down when he came close to Bella. Couldn’t help but wonder if Bella would recognize him in his wolf form. 

But Bella stared back at him with only shock and fear. 

Shit. He didn’t like that kind of look directed at him. 

He looked away, causing him to glance at the girl standing beside her.

Jacob's eyes only caught hers for a split second and suddenly, the surrounding seemed to fade away instantly. 

All he could see was dark blue irises with a hazel ring, entrapping him in place. Time seemed to freeze. The world around him faded into a blur, and all that existed was her. 

Jacob felt a tug deep within him, a pull that went beyond anything he had ever experienced. His heart, his soul, his very being seemed to reach out towards her. It was as if an invisible thread had connected them, binding them together in a way that was both profound and unbreakable.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the vampire, not the pack, not even Bella. Just her . Her presence filled his senses, he felt an overwhelming urge to protect her, to be with her, to understand her.

The connection was instantaneous, like a bolt of lightning that struck him to his core. His wolf howled in euphoria and urged him to claim their mate.

Mate. Imprint. Mine.

Holy shit.  

He imprinted. 

He'd heard about it, but experiencing it was something entirely different. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth and belonging.

His wolf instincts roared back to life as the black wolf—Sam—let out a whimper, thrown aside by the vampire. Jacob's attention snapped back to the danger at hand. He turned to join the fray, but not before seeing the girl— his imprint —guiding Bella away.

As he fought, his mind kept drifting back to her, to the inexplicable connection they shared. He knew he had imprinted on her, that she was his future, his everything. She was his and he belonged to her. The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying.

The leech’s snarls filled the air, but Jacob's mind was a chaotic storm. Fresh from imprinting made him overly anxious and sensitive. Anger surged through him. His imprint had been so close to a vampire. The thought of what could have happened if they had been a second too late drove him to the brink of madness. His wolf growled deep within him, the sound resonating with his rage and fear.

The pack felt his turmoil. Their focus wavered, and they stumbled under the weight of his emotions. 

Calm down, Jake, Jared's voice was soothing. She's safe. 

Sam's authoritative growl pierced through Jacob's haze.

Focus, Jacob!

Sam's voice was a commanding presence in his mind. 

Kill the vampire first!

Jacob forced himself to concentrate. Sam was right. The vampire was still a threat, and they couldn't afford to let their guard down. The pack moved in unison, their combined strength overwhelming the vampire.

The blood sucker fought viciously, but he was no match for the pack's fury. Jacob tore into him with a ferocity fueled by his anger and the need to protect his imprint.

Finally, the vampire’s struggles ceased, and the scent of burning vampire filled the air as they destroyed his remains.

Jacob stood over the ashes, his chest heaving with exertion. The pack gathered around him, their thoughts a mix of sympathy and concern. Two of them knew what he was going through; each of them had experienced the protective instincts that came with imprinting.

She's safe now. Sam said, his tone softer but still firm. 

We'll figure out who she is, but for now, let's get back to the rez.

Welcome to the club, Jake. Jared teased, but his thoughts were full of genuine support.

Jacob nodded, his mind still swirling with thoughts of the girl. He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her, but he knew one thing for sure: he would do anything to keep her safe. The pack turned and headed back through the woods, their solidarity a silent promise to protect their own.

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Selene lay restless in her bed, blankets twisted around her body as a constant stream of images invaded her mind. Her nightmares had returned, bringing with it the haunting memories of her darkest times. 

She was back in Malfoy Manor, the damp, cold cell walls pressing in on her. Her stomach growled with hunger, a constant reminder of how long it had been since she and Luna had eaten anything substantial. The dim light from a single torch flickered, casting eerie shadows across the cell.

The clinking sound of keys echoed through the stone corridor, and the cell door creaked open. A Death Eater stepped in, dangling a piece of bread just out of reach, mocking them with a sinister grin. "Feeling hungry, girls?" he taunted. Selene's stomach twisted, not just from hunger but from the humiliation and hatred she felt for their captors.

Death Eaters would taunt them with baited food, placing it just outside their reach, relishing in their desperation. The tormentors reveled in their sadistic games, their enjoyment evident as they toyed with the sisters' fragile mental state. Selene could see the pleasure they derived from their suffering.

Scenes shifted rapidly in her dream, like a broken, haunted carousel.

With a burst of unsettling energy, Greyback burst into the underground cell, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing hunger. In a swift motion, he reached out and snatched Selene from her confines, his bruising grip constricting tightly around her delicate wrists. As he yanked her towards the cell's entrance, Selene's heart pounded with fear and defiance.

Every nerve in Selene's body screamed out in pain as Greyback's fingers pressed cruelly into her skin, leaving behind angry imprints.

Greyback dragged Selene forcefully to the presence of Narcissa Malfoy, his grip still tight and unyielding.

The werewolf's yellowed eyes bore was filled with a twisted hunger that sent shivers down her spine. His malicious gaze tore through her, making her skin crawl with a chilling mixture of repulsion and fear. He leered at her, his voice dripping with desire as he declared his intentions.

"Let me have her," Greyback declared, his voice laced with a lecherous tone. "I want to taste her flesh, I want to mark her."

His words cut through Selene like a cold knife, his intentions horrifyingly clear. Every fiber of her being rebelled against the thought of becoming a creature of darkness, his advances evoking a fierce revulsion within her. It was then that she clung to the sliver of hope that Narcissa Malfoy's orders provided - the order that kept Greyback at bay, he was forbidden to lay a finger on them until their father had fulfilled his role as a willing informant on Harry Potter's whereabouts. They were kept as hostages, their safety solely dependent on their father's usefulness.

Greyback's face twisted into an unsettling rage and frustration. His grip tightened even further, causing Selene to wince in pain, but he knew he had to heed Narcissa's orders. Filled with malicious intent, he hissed threateningly, his breath hot against Selene's ear.

"Enjoy your temporary safety," Greyback growled, venom dripping from his words. "But mark my words, Lovegood, your time will come. When your father becomes useless to us, I will be the first to have my hands on you."

Retreating with a malevolent grin, Greyback released Selene from his grasp, the bruises already forming a stark reminder of his ruthless nature.

Among the fragments of her nightmare, a specific scene emerged with chilling clarity. 

Bellatrix Lestrange, clothed in her insanity and unyielding madness, had descended upon the cold, dank cell. With a merciless grip on Selene's delicate silver-blonde locks, Bellatrix reveled in the pain she inflicted, callously ignoring Selene's agonized moans. The sharp tendrils of her laughter filtered through the air, adding to the nightmare's haunting symphony.

In a cruel display of power, Bellatrix forcibly dragged Selene away from Luna, who called out to her in desperate concern. The sound of Luna's voice, laced with fear and helplessness, pierced Selene's heart like a thousand needles.

Selene's heart pounded against her chest, each beat a desperate cry for escape from this twisted reality. She could feel the searing pain of rough stone against her face and stomach as Bellatrix threw her violently to the ground. The force of the impact stole the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath.

Time seemed to slow as Bellatrix brandished a cursed knife, its malevolent aura making Selene's blood run cold. She watched in horror, her voice reduced to a pitiful plea, as the wicked blade kissed her skin. The pain was excruciating, white-hot and searing, as if her very soul was being torn apart. She screamed, her voice echoing through the dark corridors of the manor.

Bellatrix laughed, a sound that pierced through the haze of agony. "Scream all you want, little witch. No one is coming to save you."

Each inch of contact sent shivers of terror down her spine, her body paralyzed by both fear and the despair of her helplessness. She pleaded desperately, her voice merging with the void that stretched before her, her eyes glistening with tears, terror and disbelief.

“Never forget what you are,” she hissed softly.

With malicious intent, Bellatrix etched the words 'blood traitor' into Selene's vulnerable, exposed upper back. The sharp pain sliced through her body, a symphony of agony etching the twisted letters deep into her flesh. Selene's anguished screams of pain echoed, a deafening chorus of anguish and despair that seemed to pierce through the fabric of her very being.

And then, in a fit of cruel irony, Selene was wrenched back into consciousness, her eyes snapping open. She gasped for air, her heart thundering against her chest, the remnants of her nightmare clinging to her like a suffocating shroud. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, mingling with the tear-streaked trails on her trembling face. Her body ached, as if it still bore the physical wounds of the nightmare.

Clutching the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white, Selene summoned all the strength within her, fighting to steady her trembling form. 

She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest, trying to steady her breathing. The vivid memories of torture and helplessness were like a dark cloud over her mind. She took several deep breaths, reminding herself of where she was, of the safety and warmth of her new home.

Selene wiped her tears away, though the emotional scars still throbbed within her. She reached for her wand on the bedside table, gripping it tightly as if it could ward off the lingering shadows of her past. "I'm safe," she whispered to herself, her voice shaky but determined. "Luna is safe. We're free." She repeated this like a mantra until she was no longer crying. 

Eager to escape the lingering darkness of her dream, Selene swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slipped her feet into the cozy slippers Luna had insisted she bring.

She made her way to the bathroom, her hands trembling slightly as she turned on the hot water. The steam began to fill the room, and she stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her. The heat soothed her sore muscles and washed away the lingering chill from her dream. She closed her eyes, allowing the water to help her relax, and silently hoped that Luna's nights were more peaceful than hers.

After she finished her shower, Selene wrapped herself in a soft, warm towel and padded back to her bedroom. She dressed in comfortable clothes, trying to shake off the last vestiges of her nightmare. In the kitchen, she prepared a simple breakfast: toast with marmalade and a cup of tea. The familiar routine brought her some comfort, grounding her in the reality of her new life.

As she sat down at the small wooden table by the window, she noticed an owl perched outside, tapping on the glass with its beak. With a smile, she opened the window and retrieved the letter it carried. Recognizing Luna's neat handwriting on the envelope, she felt a wave of warmth and relief wash over her.

Selene unfolded the letter and began to read. Luna wrote about the latest status of Hogwarts, how the repairs were done around the castle, including interesting hidden rooms and comforting interactions with teachers. She expressed her support for Selene's decision to move to Forks, encouraging her to find happiness and assuring her that they could both heal from their shared past.

Selene smiled softly, allowing Luna's words to soothe her heart. She finished her breakfast, feeling a bit more at peace, and then set about writing a reply to her sister. In her response, she shared her experiences in Forks so far, mentioning the cozy house, the breathtaking nature, and her new friend Bella. She reassured Luna that she was settling in and expressed how much she missed her younger sister.

After sealing the letter to Luna, Selene turned her attention to a more pressing matter. She took out a fresh piece of parchment and began to write a letter to the Ministry of Magic in America. She needed to understand more about the magical supervision in her new area and the potential dangers posed by the supernatural beings she had encountered.

In her letter, Selene introduced herself as a recent arrival to Forks and inquired about the magical supervision and any known information regarding the local vampire coven that used to inhabit the area. She explained her concern for the safety of the local community and requested guidance on monitoring and ensuring the well-being of both magical and non-magical residents.

Selene sealed the letter and called for her owl, a graceful tawny named Athena. "Take this to the American Ministry of Magic," she instructed, attaching the letter to the owl's leg. Athena hooted softly before taking off into the morning sky.

With her letters sent, Selene felt a sense of accomplishment. She was taking steps to ensure her safety and that of those around her.

***

Selene stood in the cozy kitchen, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows and casting a warm glow in the room. She packed her extendable magical bag with a few essentials and double-checked her list of items she hoped to find. She had a sense of curiosity and excitement about visiting the Quileute reservation in La Push, intrigued by the mysterious wolves she had encountered.

After securing her wand in a hidden pocket of her light jacket, Selene wheeled her mother's old bicycle out of the backyard. The bike had been a reliable mode of transportation for her, allowing her to blend in with the muggles while still providing a sense of nostalgic connection to her family. She mounted the bike and began pedaling down the gravel path that led from Celestina Cottage to the main road.

As she cycled along, the cool breeze ruffled her silver blonde hair, and she felt a sense of peace envelop her. The lush greenery of the Pacific Northwest provided a stark contrast to the familiar landscapes of England, and she found herself appreciating the natural beauty of her new surroundings.

The ride to La Push was pleasant, barely any cars compared to the big cities like London, and Selene arrived at the Quileute reservation with a sense of anticipation. She parked her bike near a small general store and began her search for a bookstore or library. The reservation was quaint, with a close-knit community vibe that reminded her of the magical village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

Unfortunately, after asking a few friendly locals, Selene discovered that there wasn't a dedicated bookstore or library on the reservation. 

Undeterred, she decided to explore the gift store for any books or information that might be of interest. As she browsed through the small selection of products and anything that caught her eye, she couldn't help but think of the massive wolves she had seen and the connection she had felt with the russet-colored wolf.

Selene approached the cashier counter, a collection of items in her hands. As she placed them down to pay, one item caught the eye of the cashier - a beautiful, iridescent stone.

"Oh, this stone here is lovely. What kind is it?" Selene asked, running her fingers along the smooth surface.

The cashier, a kind-looking woman with warm eyes, smiled. "That's a moonstone. They're quite special - known for their calming, soothing properties." She paused, noting Selene's delicate features, British accent and distinctive silver-blonde hair. "I don't believe I've seen you around these parts before. Are you visiting someone in the area?"

Selene returned the smile. "Actually, I just moved to Forks recently. My name is Selene Lovegood. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The woman's eyes widened slightly. "Really? Well then, welcome to the neighborhood!" She extended her hand. "I'm Sue Clearwater. It's lovely to meet you, Selene. Are you or your parents from around here originally?"

"No, we’re from England, but my grandmother was," Selene replied, shaking Sue's hand. "My grandmother left me a house in Forks, so I've decided to make a fresh start here."

She began ringing up Selene's purchases. "That’s nice of her. So, what do you think of Forks so far? It's quite different from England, I imagine."

Selene nodded, her expression contemplative. "It is, but I'm finding the change rather refreshing. The people here seem quite friendly as well." She smiled warmly at her. "I'm looking forward to settling in and exploring the area more."

"You seem quite fascinated by our culture," Mrs. Clearwater remarked with a teasing smile as Selene’s purchases were mostly intricate beadwork on some of the handmade jewelry, the traditional artwork on display, and the various tribal symbols that adorned many of the items.

Selene beamed. "Yes! I've spent most of my day searching for any book or library about your culture because I was eager to learn more about your land and history. I recently moved close by and thought it would be wonderful to understand and appreciate the heritage of the area. But it seems there isn't a dedicated bookstore or library here."

Mrs. Clearwater's eyes softened with understanding. "You're right; we don't have a dedicated bookstore or library for our history. Not many outsiders show much interest in our culture, and we usually don't go around spreading the word outside our land."

Selene's expression turned somber, glancing downwards, her disappointment evident. "That's a shame. I was really hoping to learn more. Your culture seems so rich and fascinating."

Sue studied Selene for a moment, her heart warming at the young woman's sincerity. "You seem like a sweet girl, and I can see your interest is genuine. Since you're living close by, perhaps you could try asking some of our tribe elders. They might be willing to share some of their stories with you."

Selene's eyes brightened with hope. "That would be wonderful. I'd be so grateful for any opportunity to learn more."

Mrs. Clearwater chuckled softly. "Well, you’re in luck because you’re speaking to one of the tribe elders right now. But I must say, Billy Black is the better person to ask. He's quite the storyteller, especially during our bonfires. He's used to sharing our legends and history."

Selene was amazed and filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mrs. Clearwater. I think I’ll just do that."

Mrs. Clearwater nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Call me Sue, dear. You’re awfully polite, aren’t you? Just let Billy know that I sent you. I'm sure he'll be more than happy to share our stories with you."

After finishing her shopping, Selene packed her groceries into her magical bag and set off to find Billy Black's house. She cycled through the reservation, following the directions given by Mrs. Clearwater— Sue , until she arrived at a modest red house by the water's edge.

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Selene arrived at what she assumed to be Billy Black’s house. The modest red-painted home had a welcoming aura, and she cycled her bike closer to the front yard to park it. As she dismounted and leaned her vintage bicycle beside the front porch, she noticed an old red, or is it orange?—large boxy pickup truck parked nearby. 

Just as Selene adjusted her bike, she heard multiple voices coming from behind the house. The familiar sound of Bella’s voice caught her attention, surprising her. She turned towards the direction of the voices and saw Bella approaching with two half-naked—why were they half-naked?—muscular guys flanking her.

“Bella?” Selene called out, her voice carrying surprise and concern.

The trio halted in their tracks, astonishment evident on their faces with different reasons as they stared at her. 

Bella’s eyes widened in recognition. “Selene? What are you doing here?”

Selene walked closer, her curiosity piqued, and replied, “I came to see Billy Black. Sue Clearwater—a lovely woman—mentioned he might share some local history and legends with me.”

Bella nodded, though she seemed distracted and slightly dazed. Before Selene could ask what was going on, the two guys stepped forward, their expressions shifting to ones of excitement and curiosity.

“I’m Embry,” one of them introduced himself, extending a hand with a wide, friendly smile. 

“And I’m Jared,” the other added, his grin equally enthusiastic. “Are you friends with Bella?”

Selene shook Embry’s hand, feeling the hot warmth of his skin, and then Jared’s, noticing their firm grips. “Yes, I met Bella recently. I’m Selene Lovegood.”

Both boys exchanged glances, their eyes lighting up with mischief. “British accent, huh?” Jared teased, his tone playful. “That’s pretty cool.”

“ Cool? You mean hot —Jake is totally done for,” Embry remarked to Jared with mirth in his eyes. 

“Not like he’ll already worship the ground she walks on,” Jared argued back, rolling his eyes. 

With Selene looking confused by their comments, Embry leaned in a bit closer, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “So, Selene, are you single?”

Jared chuckled and added, “Because if you are, we know someone who’s also single and would love to meet someone as beautiful as you.”

Selene felt a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment at their forwardness. Their larger-than-life personalities and sudden closeness were a bit overwhelming, but their friendliness was undeniable. She couldn’t help but laugh lightly at their antics. 

“Well, that’s quite an introduction,” Selene said, her eyes sparkling with humor. “But yes, I’m single. And thank you, I suppose.”

Bella, who had been watching the exchange with a faint smile, finally spoke up. “Selene, these guys are part of the local...er, community. They’re good friends.”

Selene nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “Nice to meet you both, Embry and Jared. I’m here to learn more about the local culture and history. Sue mentioned that Billy Black might be able to help.”

Embry and Jared’s teasing expressions softened slightly, and Jared said, “Billy’s inside. He’ll be happy to talk to you. More than happy actually—,” he added, jerking his thumb towards the house.

Selene smiled warmly. “Really? Thank you. I appreciate it.” She turned to Bella, her tone gentle. “Are you alright, Bella?”

Bella nodded, though her eyes still held a shadow of worry. “Yeah, just...a lot going on.”

Selene gave her a reassuring smile. “Well, if you need anything, you know you can count on me. What were you doing here anyway?” she asked, her voice gentle but inquisitive.

Bella glanced back and forth between Embry and Jared, who subtly shook their heads at her. After a moment's hesitation, she replied, “I’m visiting my friend Jacob, Billy’s son. Embry and Jared are friends with Jacob too, and we’re on our way to see him since he isn’t home right now.”

Selene tilted her head slightly at Bella’s awkwardness but nodded in understanding. She sensed there was more to the story but respected their need for privacy. “I see. I didn’t mean to hold you up. You should go ahead.”

Bella gave a small smile. “Right, I’ll see you later then,” she said, moving towards the old truck.

As Bella climbed into the driver’s seat, Embry and Jared stayed behind, their expressions expectant. “Hey, why don’t you come with us?” Jared asked, his eyes sparkling with genuine friendliness.

Selene, noting Bella’s hesitation earlier and the shared silent interaction between the three of them, didn’t want to intrude on what seemed to be a private matter. “Maybe next time,” she declined politely. “I really want to meet Billy Black today.”

Both guys dramatically clutched their chests, feigning hurt by her rejection. “You wound us, fair lady!” Embry exclaimed theatrically. 

Jared snickered and added, “Yeah, Jacob’s going to have a fit when he hears about this.”

They exchanged amused glances before turning back to Selene. “We’ll have you know, we're a great company to be with! You better hang out with us next time,” Jared jokes, giving her a playful wink. 

Selene laughed, charmed by their antics. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, watching as they joined Bella in the truck.

The old vehicle rumbled to life and began to pull out of the driveway. Embry and Jared waved enthusiastically from the back, hollering in mock British accents, “‘Twas nice meeting you, my lady!” and “Until next time, my fair lady!” while bowing dramatically.

Their playful farewell made Selene giggle, and she waved back, feeling a surprising warmth from the brief interaction. 

As the truck disappeared down the road, Selene took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. She walked up the wooden steps to the front porch and stood before the door. With a sense of anticipation, she knocked gently.

A few moments later, the door creaked open to reveal a man with long hair tied back, sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing her, likely taken aback by her distinctive appearance.

“Hullo,” Selene greeted with a warm smile. “Are you, perhaps, Billy Black?”

The man nodded, his curiosity evident. “Yes, I am. And you are?”

“My name is Selene Lovegood,” she introduced herself. “I recently moved to Forks and met Sue Clearwater. She suggested that I speak with you about the local history and legends of the Quileute tribe.”

Billy’s expression softened into a welcoming smile. “Ah, yes, Sue just called and mentioned I might have a visitor. Please, come in.”

Selene stepped inside, immediately feeling the cozy, lived-in atmosphere of the home. The walls were adorned with pictures of family and friends, and the room exuded a sense of warmth and tradition.

Billy gestured toward a comfortable-looking armchair. “Have a seat, Selene. I’d be happy to share some stories with you.”

Selene took the offered seat, feeling a sense of relief and eagerness. “Thank you, Mr. Black. I’ve always been intrigued by different cultures and their histories. I’d love to hear some of the Quileute legends.”

Billy chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. “Call me Billy—you’ve come to the right place. Our tribe has a rich history filled with tales passed down through generations.” He paused, observing her with a thoughtful look. “But first, tell me a bit about yourself. What brings you to Forks?”

Selene smiled, appreciating his interest. “I moved here from England, looking for a fresh start. I inherited a house from my grandmother and thought it would be a good place to settle down and find some peace.”

Billy nodded, his expression warm. “Forks can be a quiet place, perfect for a fresh start. Do you play chess, by any chance?” He gestured to a chessboard set up on a nearby table.

Selene’s eyes lit up. “Yes, I do! I’m pretty good at it, actually. I could beat everyone but one person—a red-haired boy in my old neighborhood.”

Billy’s face broke into an excited grin. “Well, why don’t we test that talent? We can play a game while I tell you some of our tribe’s stories.”

Selene’s happy surprise was evident. “That sounds wonderful!”

Billy led her to the living room and positioned himself next to the chessboard. She took a seat across from him, feeling an unexpected sense of camaraderie. As they set up the pieces, Billy began to recount the rich tapestry of Quileute legends. He spoke of their ancestors, the spirit warriors who could transform into wolves, and the sacred responsibility they carried to protect their people.

Selene listened intently, her fascination growing with each story. The tales of bravery, unity, and the mystical connection to nature resonated deeply with her. Meanwhile, their chess game unfolded, each move carefully considered.

As Billy finished a particularly captivating story about the first spirit warrior, Selene moved her knight, capturing one of Billy’s pawns. “Your stories are incredible, Billy. I feel honored to learn about them.”

Billy smiled warmly, making his next move. “You’re welcome, Selene. I’m glad to share our heritage with someone who truly appreciates it.”

They continued playing and talking, the room filled with the comfortable rhythm of conversation and the clinking of chess pieces. 

The sound of waves gently lapping against the shore outside added a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Selene's eyes sparkled with curiosity and genuine interest as she moved her queen piece, capturing Billy's rook.

"Checkmate," she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head in admiration. "Well, I'll be. You got me, young lady. I haven't been beaten in a game of chess in years."

Selene blushed modestly. "Thank you. It was a challenging game. Your strategies were quite impressive."

Billy leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes twinkling with respect. "You know, Selene, you're a remarkable young woman. Polite, well-mannered, and genuinely interested in learning. It's rare to see that these days, especially in young folks. Your parents must be incredibly proud to have a daughter like you."

Selene's smile faltered slightly, and she looked down at the chessboard, her fingers absently tracing the edges of the pieces. "Thank you, Billy. I appreciate your kind words. My parents... well, my mum passed away when I was eleven. She was a wonderful woman, strong and wise. It's been just my dad, my younger sister Luna, and me ever since."

Billy's expression softened with empathy. "I'm truly sorry to hear that, Selene. Losing a parent is never easy. My wife, Sarah, passed away years ago too. It was hard on my daughters and Jacob. We've been doing our best to keep going, but some days are tougher than others."

Selene nodded, her heart aching in understanding. "I'm sorry for your loss as well, Billy. It's difficult to navigate life without a mother. But it sounds like you've raised a strong family, just as my father did for Luna and me."

Billy smiled, a mixture of pride and sorrow in his eyes. "We've all had to grow up a little faster, haven't we? But it's clear that your father did a fine job raising you. You're resilient and kind-hearted."

Selene returned his smile, feeling a warm connection with the elder. "Thanks. It means a lot to hear that. My dad always taught us to be compassionate and understanding, no matter what life throws our way."

Billy nodded thoughtfully. "Wise words. And from what I've seen, you've taken them to heart. It's not just about surviving, but about how we live and treat others."

The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, reflecting on their shared experiences of loss and the strength they had found in their families. Selene felt a deep sense of gratitude for this unexpected bond she had formed with Billy Black.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow through the windows, Billy broke the silence. "You know, Selene, you're always welcome here. If you ever need anything or just want to talk, don't hesitate to come by."

Selene's eyes met Billy's, and she felt a sense of belonging in this new place. "Thank you, Billy. Your kindness means a lot to me. And I promise I'll bring some of my homemade food next time. Maybe I can even massage your legs for you—something for the joint pain?" she added with a playful twinkle.

Billy laughed heartily. "I'd appreciate that. These old bones could use all the help they can get."

As the conversation with Billy came to a comfortable close, Selene stood up and prepared to leave. She felt a warmth in her heart, grateful for the connection she had made with Billy Black. She moved towards the door, her mind already buzzing with thoughts of her next visit and the potions she could bring to secretly help Billy.

"Thank you again, Billy," she said with a gentle smile. "I look forward to our next game."

Billy nodded, a twinkle in his eye. "Take care, Selene. And remember, you're always welcome here."

Just as Selene reached for the door handle, it suddenly swung open with a force that made her step back in surprise. 

Standing in the doorway was a tall, handsome, and muscular young man, his chest heaving as if he'd just ran a marathon. His russet skin glistened with sweat, and his dark eyes were wide with shock.

Selene's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, momentarily speechless. The young man looked equally stunned, his gaze locked onto hers. The air between them seemed to crackle with an unspoken energy. For a moment, time stood still, and they simply stared at each other, caught in the unexpected intensity of the encounter.

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As Selene gazed into a pair of dark orbs, she felt herself becoming utterly transfixed. His eyes were like dark, swirling pools that threatened to pull her in deeper with every passing second. The rich, warm hues of his irises only served to accentuate his striking good looks, making him appear all the more handsome and captivating. 

The intensity of his gaze made Selene feel as if she was the sole focus of his attention, the only thing that mattered in that moment—as if she was the only thing he could see . It was an intoxicating feeling, being the singular object of his undivided focus. 

When Selene finally remembered her manners, she broke the stalemate with a gentle clearing of her throat, her lips curving into a polite, if slightly shy, smile. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes darting briefly to the family photos she had noticed earlier in Billy's living room. The realization clicked almost immediately; this young man was the same boy in those photos. 

He must be Billy's son, Jacob .

"Hullo," Selene greeted softly, her voice melodious and calming. "You must be Jacob. I'm Selene, a friend of your father's."

Jacob, however, seemed rooted to the spot, his already dark eyes appearing to deepen even further—if such things were possible—and locked onto hers with an intensity that made her feel both seen and slightly self-conscious. He didn't respond, his chest still heaving as if he were catching his breath. The silence stretched on, and Selene's cheeks began to flush with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment.

Oh—how stupid of me!

She shifted slightly, assuming that Jacob was waiting for her to move out of the way so he could enter the house. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said quickly, stepping aside. "I didn't mean to block you. I was just on my way out. So sorry."

Despite her efforts to move and apologize, the man in front of her remained silent, his eyes following and unwavering. Selene's embarrassment deepened with each passing second. Was there something on her face?  

She tried again, her voice becoming a bit more flustered, "I really didn't mean to—I will just—"

Just as she was about to squeeze between him and the doorframe to leave, an arm swiftly blocked her way, and she finally heard his voice—firm but with a hint of desperation. 

"I'll take you home,” he stated. 

Selene blinked, taken aback by the sudden…offer? Was it an offer? Because it sounded like he already decided that he would take her home, regardless of whether she consented to it…? She stared at him, unsure of what to say.

Jacob, seeming to realize her hesitation, quickly elaborated, "It's getting dark soon. I'll drop you off."

Her mind raced, trying to process his insistence. Jacob continued, almost as if trying to convince himself as much as her, "I saw the bike outside. I'm guessing it's yours? It doesn't have any kind of headlights, and the roads from La Push to Forks don't have many streetlights either. It's not safe."

The earnestness in his voice, combined with his rather awkward delivery, softened Selene's initial surprise. She found herself slightly amused by how such a large, imposing figure could be so genuinely concerned for her safety. It was endearing.

Jacob, noticing her still silent, added one last assertion, "I'm not a bad person—really, I—I’m Jacob. Jacob Black."

Selene's lips twitched into a more genuine smile. 

“Thank you for the offer, Jacob. That's very considerate of you,” she began, her tone soft but firm. She had always been careful about not imposing on others more than necessary. "But I think I'll be fine. I've made the trip back home by myself before." 

Jacob's face fell, his eyes reflecting disappointment and concern. He looked like a kicked puppy, and Selene's heart twinged with guilt. She hated to see anyone look so dejected, especially after he had been so considerate.

Before she could say anything more, Billy, who had been watching the exchange with a bemused expression, finally took pity on his son and decided to intervene. "Selene," he called out, his voice warm and authoritative. "You should really take Jake’s up on his offer."

Selene turned to look at Billy, surprise evident on her face. Billy wheeled himself closer, an amusement in his eye. "I don't want any harm to come to my new friend, especially not on the day we just met," he said with a chuckle. "And besides, you should consider it as a payment for the leg massage you're going to give me next time."

Jacob glanced at his father, and Billy winked at him before turning back to Selene. "I've raised Jake to be a gentleman, or rather, his mother did," he added with a proud smile. "So you can trust him to get you home safely."

Selene couldn't help but smile at Billy's playful yet sincere encouragement. She felt a warmth spread through her at the thought of being part of this new, welcoming community. "Well, when you put it that way," she said, her tone light and accepting, "I suppose I can't refuse."

***

Jacob was in a shitty mood.

He was finally catching up on some much-needed sleep. The kind that grabs hold of you and won't let go, you know? But then, just like that, it was gone. All because Paul couldn't keep his damn cool around Bella. He wolfed out on her, and Jacob had to step in. Couldn't let him rip her apart, no matter how frustrating she can be, and according to the pack—it was every day.

Now, he was standing by the woods, pulling his clothes on, his brothers, Sam and Paul, were also putting on their shorts and slippers, trying to keep their last shred of dignity intact. Shoes never seem to last these days. Or T-shirts. Who needed them anyway? Their bodies ran hot and they were immune to any diseases and fevers—whether they go buck-naked or not. 

Paul was grumbling under his breath, but Jacob couldn’t focus on that right now. His mind was still reeling from what just happened.

He wasn't even putting up much of a fight at first. Just wanted to keep Bella safe, get her out of there. But then Paul had to open his big mouth. 

Oh, is the baby Alpha still in love with the leech lover? Does that mean I can have her friend?

His words hit Jacob like a sledgehammer, and then Paul did the one thing that pushed him over the edge—he pictured her. Jacob’s imprint. His . Her silver-blonde hair that shines like the sun, those dark blue irises with that mesmerizing hazel ring. 

He dared to think about her like she was some prize he could claim. Wrong. Fucking. Move.

After that, everything went red. A blur of rage and fur. Jacob doesn’t even remember the details, just the burning need to protect her. Honor her. Next thing he knows, his sharp teeth were buried deep in Paul's shoulder. And a small part of Jacob—a darker and more possessive part of himself—felt a twisted sense of satisfaction and exhilaration from hurting Paul.

Then, Sam's on them, breaking it up, his voice angry and authoritative. Paul! You know using our imprints as weapons over our wolf is unacceptable! he scolded Paul, but Jacob wasn't listening. He didn't care about the lecture. All he wanted was to get out of there, away from Paul and his taunts. 

Jacob started walking towards Emily's house, each step on autopilot with the weight of his thoughts. 

Selene. A name that tasted so good in his mouth. 

He came to know her name when he visited Bella yesterday night. He went to apologize for his avoidance and tried to explain what he was. Then he asked—practically begged—for Selene’s name. He just had to know. To put a name on the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on. Selene. 

That moment when their eyes met, the powerful connection, the gravity of it all. It's like she's a part of Jacob he didn't know he was missing. And Paul had the nerve to threaten that. Had the nerve to even joke about it. 

He couldn’t wait until Paul imprints himself. Jacob will give him shit when that happens. See how he likes it. 

He reaches the house, the familiar scent of Emily's cooking wafting through the air. It usually calms him, but not today. Today, all he can think about is Selene, her safety, and the overwhelming need to be near her—to see her. 

God , he only imprinted on her yesterday and it was already killing him. Oh yeah—he smiled at himself—he was fucking doomed. 

Bella's inside, waiting for them. She'll have questions, no doubt. But right now, he’s not sure he’ll have any answers. All he knows is that he needed to protect what was his. And nothing, not even Paul, is going to get in the way of that.

***

About an hour later, Jacob was still in a shitty mood.

Bella finally told him it’s her that Victoria is after. Makes sense, in a twisted kind of way. And of course, The Cullens disappeared leaving their problems behind. 

Assholes , the lot of them.

They went back to Emily’s place to tell the pack. The whole meeting felt like a blur, everyone talking over each other, trying to figure out how to catch Victoria. When it was finally over, the sun was starting to set, casting long shadows across the ground. Jacob was about to take Bella home when Jared and Embry called out to him, those idiotic playful looks on their faces. 

“Hey, Jake!” Jared yelled. “Do you prefer a princess or a fair lady?”

Jacob furrowed his brow, confused. “What the hell are you guys playing at?”

They snickered, sharing a look like they were in on some big joke he wasn’t a part of. 

Embry grinned, “She’s a princess through and through.”

Jared shook his head, “Nah, she’s a fair lady of England, like Queen Elizabeth.”

Irritated, Jacob demanded, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Embry smirked, “We’re talking about Selene, duh . We met her by your doorstep a few hours ago, with Bella on the way here.”

Jacob felt like someone had just punched him in the guts. Selene—? At his house? His mind went blank, freezing him in place. He must’ve looked like an idiot, standing there with his mouth open.

Jared continued, completely oblivious to Jacob’s shock, “She talks like a princess, and her actions are graceful like a queen. You’ve got your work cut out for you, man.”

Embry chimed in, “Yeah, she’s like those princesses in fairy tales, and we’re the barbarians in the story.” They laughed, joking and teasing.

Jared barked a laugh, “No kidding. Hey, Jake, you should’ve seen the way she handled herself. Totally put us to shame.”

Jacob was still reeling from the news about Selene when Bella’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Jake, she mentioned she was there to talk to your dad. She wanted to learn more about your history and culture.”

Her words snapped him out of his initial shock. Selene was at his house? And he didn’t even know about it? Jacob’s mind went into overdrive. 

Jacob spun towards Embry and Jared, anger flaring. “What the fuck! Why the hell didn’t you tell me this sooner?!” He shouted, his frustration boiling over. 

Without another word, he burst out of Emily’s place, sprinting toward the woods. He could hear the pack laughing and Bella calling after him, but he couldn’t stop. Not now.

As soon as he hit the tree line, Jacob yanked off his shorts and let the transformation take over. The familiar rush of power and heat surged through him, and in an instant, he was on four legs, racing through the forest. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and prayers. Please let her still be there. Please let her still be with Dad.

The wind whipped past him as he ran, each stride bringing his closer to home.

Finally, Jacob saw his house came into view. He skidded to a stop just at the edge of the trees, quickly shifting back to human form. He pulled on the spare shorts he kept hidden there for emergencies and bolted for the front door, his heart pounding in his chest.

Jacob briefly saw a vintage bicycle parked on the side—probably hers—and his heart pounded in his chest in relief and excitement. 

He wretched the door open and standing there was a vision—an ethereal beauty that made Jacob’s heart skip a beat. Selene's eyes widened, mirroring his shock. Again, time seemed to freeze as their gazes locked. It felt like the universe had conspired to bring them together, even if neither of them had a clue why. 

Her eyes were like liquid pools of endless depth, drawing him in, making it impossible to look away. The warm hues in her irises intensified his attraction, playing off her mesmerizing features. The intensity of the connection was overwhelming, intoxicating. His wolf was purring just by her presence alone. Jesus Christ, she was so close. 

Jacob found himself transfixed, unable to find the words to break the silence.

So he stared. 

And in return, she looked back at him, her unstoppable gaze knitting their destinies together. 

Finally, she cleared her throat, snapping him out of his daze. Selene's shy smile tugged at Jacob’s heartstrings as she introduced herself. "Hullo," she greeted softly, her voice like music. "You must be Jacob. I'm Selene, a friend of your father's." 

Her voice was like a sweet melody, especially when she said his name, it reached deep into his chest and straight down towards his dick. Holy fuck, her British accent did things to him.

He stood rooted to the spot, his voice failing to respond. She moved slightly and apologized for blocking him. Jacob wanted to laugh. How innocently wrong she was. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? 

Guilt washed over Jacob as he realized how rude he must seem, how his silence must be off-putting. 

But he couldn’t stop. 

So he stared.

After 38 seconds, her embarrassment deepened as she tried to apologize again, her reddening sweet cheeks, and her flustered voice—struggling to make sense of the situation. God, she smells sooo good. Like apple-cinnamon pie ready for the taking. 

He was still staring shamelessly so it didn’t escape his eyes when she made an attempt to squeeze herself between him and the door.

Automatically, his predator instinct came in and Jacob extended his arm, blocking her path—like trapping a well caught prey—and spoke. "I'll take you home.” The words came out more like a command than an offer, and he mentally kicked himself for it. 

But at that moment, it didn't matter if she agreed or not; he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go. 

She blinked, clearly taken aback by his sudden offer, caught off guard by his insistent tone. Damn it, Jacob, smooth move.

His heart sank, fearing she might reject him, might refuse his help. He’ll probably die if she does.

He quickly added, "It's getting dark soon. I'll drop you off." Jacob hoped that explaining himself would make his insistence seem less... creepy. But her silence stretched on, and he could feel his heart race, knowing he was failing to convince her.

"I saw the bike outside," he continued, determined to make her understand. "I'm guessing it's yours? It doesn't have any kind of headlights, and the roads from La Push to Forks don't have many streetlights either. It's not safe." His words tumbled out faster than he intended, but he couldn't help it. The thought of her riding alone in the dark made his wolf howl with worry.

Selene's expression softened slightly, and he could see a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. It was a small victory, but it felt huge. He pressed on, desperate to reassure her, "I'm not a bad person—really, I—I’m Jacob. Jacob Black."

After that stupid introduction of his—finally—a genuine smile appeared on her lips, and he felt a rush of relief.

"Thank you for the offer, Jacob. That's very considerate of you," she began, her words like a balm to his aching soul. "But I think I'll be fine. I've made the trip back home by myself before." 

Disappointment and unworthiness flooded through Jacob, warring with the desire to protect her, to keep her safe. Jacob couldn't let her go alone, not when it was within his power to take care of her. 

Before he could think of a way to change her mind, his dad’s voice cut through the tension. "Selene," he called out, his voice a warm, reassuring presence. "You should really take Jake up on his offer."

Jacob wanted to hug the living daylights out of his Dad. He knew what had happened, how his world had shifted in that moment, and he wanted Jacob to have this chance, this connection. 

Selene turned to face Billy, surprise evident in her wide eyes. "I don't want any harm to come to my new friend, especially not on the day we just met," he said with a chuckle. "And besides, you should consider it as a payment for the leg massage you're going to give me next time."

Jacob felt a rush of gratitude and embarrassment at the same time. Billy winked at him, and he could only manage a sheepish smile in return. "I've raised Jake to be a gentleman, or rather, his mother did," he added proudly. "So you can trust him to get you home safely."

Selene's smile grew warmer, and Jacob felt his heart soar. She looked back at him, her eyes sparkling. "Well, when you put it that way," she said lightly, "I suppose I can't refuse."

Jacob felt he could ascend to Heaven right then and there.