The Grey Wolf [TWILIGHT/LEGACIES]

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The next week, the two young women found themselves in Jacksonville, Florida. Renesmee had another plan that she could only accomplish there - otherwise, her family would find her and forcefully bring her back home to marry Jacob and bear him children. With that, it was game over. She knew that then, no one could save her, not even she could save herself anymore.

She and Hope were standing right in front of the door of the Dwyer residence, where her grandmother Renee and her second husband Phil lived. She had found the address with a bit of digging online and was hoping that it was the right one. Otherwise, the trip was a waste of time for everyone.

"I can do this," she reassured herself, "Just... ring the doorbell. Hope is here, I'm not alone," she was talking to herself as if she was saying a prayer to the one up above, "I can just tell her I'm her granddaughter. I'm old enough now, she won't question anything."

The hybrid was about to go on before Hope interrupted her to remind her that they didn't have the rest of the day and that they had to be quick so that they could go and send the letter before catching the bus.

Renesmee slowly pressed the doorbell. The butterflies in her stomach were not helping her, at all.

When the door opened, a woman in her fifties with fair skin and a little bit of greyness in her brown hair stood in front of the girls. Upon inspecting her face, Renesmee could see that it reminded her of her own somehow. Except for the eyes - they were completely different.

"May I help you with something?", asked the woman, who had to be Renee, based on the description of Renesmee's mother.

The hybrid couldn't help but struggle to communicate. She wished she could reach her hand out and touch her grandmother's face, to show her. It was always easier this way.

Instead, she was forced to allow her face to redden and to resemble a tomato, as her tongue was twisting into incoherent sounds: "Ehrmm, is this the Smith family?

Hope wished she could slap her forehead at Renesmee's stupid lies. She understood the hybrid was a nervous wreck and it was normal, but lying about looking for another family? What? That was pathetic in the tribrid's eyes. She almost wanted to take over the conversation, seeing as her friend was having a hard time doing so.

Renee Dwyer looked at the girls, askew, "No, sorry. The Smiths don't live here, we're the Dwyers."

Renesmee decided that honesty was the best policy. She couldn't back out anymore. She had to be an adult. "Actually, that's who I'm looking for."

Renee was even more perplexed now, "But didn't you just say the Smiths? They live right next door!', and she pointed at the house where the Smiths supposedly lived.

"No, no, I'm sorry, that was a lie," Renesmee continued, "I'm looking for the Dwyer's

"Well, we're here. How may I help you?"

Renesmee took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak. She was unsure how to begin, "This is a little hard to talk about. I'm not gonna lie."

Renee, being a wonderful host, couldn't help but invite the strangers inside, seeing as one of them couldn't speak well, "Why don't you both come in?"

"J-Just like that?", Hope couldn't help but question. They could be serial killers, trying to find their next victims. Of course, she didn't know that this was Renee's personality and that she tended to trust people a little too much for everyone's liking.

The older woman smiled at them. "Of course. Come in," she then turned her head back to the inside of the house to screech: "Phil, we have guests!"

The two supernatural creatures were invited into