Elizabeth, better known as Lizzie, was a Winchester by birth but a Cullen by nature.
Growing up as a Winchester was never easy for her, she couldn't remember a time where she wasn't dislodging some poor monster's head from the rest of its body. Not...
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Lizzie leaned against Emmett's truck as she drank her morning blood mixed with an energy drink. Damon was beside her and Dean was sitting on the bonnet as they waited. Today was the first training session before the newborn army arrived and while they waited for the wolves to show up the soft hum of an engine drew their attention.
Edward stepped out of his Volvo as Bella did the same from the other side. Unlike him, she was still completely against the wolves helping them fight the war and even insisted on watching to make sure Jacob and the others didn't get hurt.
"Zee."
"Eddie," Lizzie smiled at her twin as the couple approached them.
From behind them the soft padding of paws were heard as well as the rustling of leaves and the snapping of twigs. Lizzie set her finished drink down to turn around and find the pack emerging from the forest. Sam was in the front as the alpha with Jacob and Paul on each side and Seth and Leah just behind Jake. From her time spent on the rez, Lizzie could confidently tell apart each wolf from the other. She found Sam's black wolf the most intimidating while Jacob's was the most beautiful.
"Not all of them trust us enough to be in their human forms. Just Lizzie," Edward told Carlisle as he read over the wolves' minds.
He picked up on the younger ones being the most distrustful while Paul, Embry, Quil, Leah, Seth, and surprising even Jared were fine with it either way. Human or wolf. Sam and Jacob obviously trusted them wholeheartedly for Lizzie's sake, but even so, they couldn't order their pack to abandon their longtime heritage's belief and warning system.
"They came," Carlisle spoke calmly. "That's what matters. Will you translate?" he looked at his son before stepping forward.
Jacob climbed down from his high perched spot beside Sam on the small hill and made himself closer to Lizzie. She smiled at him and his head tilted slightly as if trying to return the gesture. "Hey, handsome."
Sam growled lowly when he heard them greeting each other and Lizzie laughed. She'd already established the different tones of growls the wolves used when communicating with each other compared to when attacking others. "Hi, Sam," she waved a hand at him, making the alpha happier before Carlisle began his talk.
