The Grey Wolf [TWILIGHT/LEGACIES]

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As time went by, Renesmee kept on suffering in silence. While the remaining Mikaelsons had returned to the mansion in New Orleans to be together for the upcoming Winter Holidays, the hybrid knew she couldn't just sit down and trust them with what seemed to be her darkest secret.

She had fallen in love with Hope.

Many young people would find it normal nowadays, and so did Renesmee. However, it was unexpected for her. Besides, Hope was technically still in a relationship until she officially broke up with Landon, who probably still harboured feelings for her. If they met upon his graduation and got together again, that would crush the hybrid's heart.

Renesmee had found herself spending a little too much time at the Mikaelsons' music room lately. She couldn't help it - as a music enthusiast, she had been impressed, and while knowing it was insolent to play the instruments without permission, she needed to relieve the tension. So she had gone back to her old hobby of playing the piano. She would never forget the days she had spent with her father, who had taught her how to play the majestic instrument. At first, he taught her his own compositions. And then, he began expecting her to become a composer. But that was not her dream. She simply wanted to play her favourite songs and put her own twist on them.

One day, Renesmee had caught herself playing a lullaby her father had written for her mother. She would never forget the first time she had heard it or the time she had performed it on her parents' wedding anniversary to surprise them. The look on her parents' faces that day and the slow dance they had shared on the music were worth the hours of pain while learning the melody.

Hope was in her bedroom, working on a painting she was planning to gift to someone special. It was one of the things she had been focused on lately, besides work and researching the immortality spell. For now, she was struggling to find anything. Alas, she wasn't going to give up and she had a valid reason why. But for now, she wanted to keep it a secret.

As the tribrid was mixing paints, however, she couldn't help but hear a beautiful melody being played on the piano. She couldn't help but wonder who was in the music room that nobody really used. In fact, at one point the Mikaelsons had decided to convert it to yet another lounge area.

At first, Hope wanted to brush it off and continue painting, but the melody was so enchanting, she had to see who was playing. She already had her suspicions, but she simply wanted to confirm them.

The tribrid slowly made her way to the music room and quietly opened the door. She wasn't surprised to see Renesmee slouching over the grand piano.

As soon as the hybrid heard the door opening, she whipped her head to the other side to see who was there. For the first time she had rediscovered her passion for the piano, she had been caught. She had always imagined it would have happened, but never so soon.

To her shock, it was Hope of all people. The tribrid had leaned on the door frame with a smile on her face.

"It's beautiful," Hope remarked, "The melody, I mean."

But it isn't more beautiful than you, Renesmee thought but said nothing. If those words had escaped from her mouth, she would risk ruining her relationship with Hope. She could possibly be kicked out, left to fend for herself, having nobody else.

"Did you compose this?", asked the tribrid, approaching her friend to sit next to her on the too-small bench.

Renesmee shook her head slowly, "My father composed this lullaby for my mother."

Hope nodded, remembering how the hybrid had told her about her father. She would never forget how Renesmee had spoken up and had defended herself, claiming that it wasn't her dream of becoming a music composer but his. Hope had still been in her wolf form, but even then, she had been immensely proud of Renesmee.