Rhyne

Chapter One

A/N; These upcoming chapters will be written through the point of view of Isabella Swan. They get together quickly as it seems, but in this story it takes place over a month or two. Enjoy :) 

I never thought I'd be in this predicament ever since they left. Anything supernatural should have left with them, that was what was implied when I was just left behind.

I shuddered, my spine aching as I stood straighter, in horror or in fear —I was not sure.

The female before me stood at least a foot taller than me, her figure almost hauntingly beautiful as she gazed at me with hungry eyes.

I took a step back, a silent whimper escaping my lungs as my eyes flit from her teeth to her long nails.

Before me, she stood as her ferocious redheaded curls exuded an untamed energy that mirrored predatory nature. Her fiery mane cascaded in wild waves, a vibrant contrast to the intensity in her eyes.

A seductive smile played on her lips, hinting at a mix of allure and the primal strength that lay beneath her seemingly human guise. She moved with a captivating grace, embodying the duality of both human and beastly vigor, a creature of both beauty and untamed wilderness.

"Hello, little human." Her voice was soft, something I hadn't anticipated from her stature. It held a sultry undertone, and an unmistakable growl as she ended her small sentence.

I opened my mouth in hesitation, words that weren't even acknowledged in my thoughts barely just escaping through.

I fidget with my fingers as I fold under her gaze, taking another small step backwards in self preservation. She smiles again before unclasping her own hands, bringing a finger to brush a strand of hair from her face.

There were birds singing as we stared at each other, our eyes met, and an unspoken dialogue unfolded.

I knew without a doubt that my gaze tinged with fear, especially since I felt the weight of uncertainty settling in my chest. My eyes seemingly betrayed the vulnerability I knew my human body had.

She shifts —my eyes catching the movement in seconds, she observed with a curious intensity; unashamed as her eyes met mine, alight with intrigue. A subtle quirk of her eyebrow conveyed a genuine interest, an eagerness to unravel the layers of mystery before her.

I gulp nervously before mustering the courage to greet the woman in front of me. The conflicting emotions of fear and curiosity swirl within me like a tempest.

There's something hauntingly familiar about her, and as my gaze lingers on her hair, a pang of discomfort hits a sore spot in my chest.

Memories resurface, vivid images of a vampire flanked by two others, their bloodied red eyes locking onto me. The resemblance is uncanny, and the air thickens with an unspoken connection that sends shivers down my spine.

The lady hums in interest, a stark contrast to the contempt in her gaze when she looks at me. Taking a deliberate step forward, she steps into the direct sunlight, and her eyes, once filled with quiet hunger, transform in the sunlight, glowing with a sweet blue luminescence. The radiance in her gaze is soft and light, reminiscent of a summer sea.

"You are quiet, like a little doe. Tell me, what is your name? I am Rhyne, like the goddess of fertility, Rein!"

As the lady spoke, her voice turned out to be surprisingly pleasant to listen to. Discovering her unique and equally pleasing name, I couldn't help but laugh a little in relief. It dawned on me that she wasn't a vampire, and I maintained a small smile on my lips even as she took a step closer.

With newfound ease, I responded to her without reluctance or hesitation, sharing my name. Curiosity fueled my question as I inquired why she referred to me as human when she, too, was one.

Her chuckle, sultry and mature, resonated through the air, and I sensed a genuine happiness in her response. As she answered, her words carried a shocking revelation, leaving me both intrigued and confused.

"Isabella, little human," she said, her eyes holding a mix of mystery and reassurance. "I am a shapeshifter. A warrior. Don't be startled; I do not eat people."

The unexpected disclosure hung in the air, and I grappled with the realization that the woman before me was something beyond the ordinary, a creature of transformation and strength.

In the serene embrace of the forest, my encounters with the mysterious shapeshifter named Rhyne unfolded into an unexpected tale.

We met every night after Charlie fell asleep, my meetings with her had came naturally when we spoke more since that day. Sometimes we'd meet during the day, when I see her at the border between my garden and the forest.

Amidst the rustling leaves and soft sunlight, her laughter became a melody, revealing glimpses of an ancient lineage and the duty she bore as a guardian of her people.

As the days passed, Rhyne's presence became a comforting constant in my life. Our connection deepened with shared stories and quiet moments beneath the vast canopy of trees.

It was on a moonlit night, the air alive with magic, that Rhyne unveiled her shapeshifting abilities. The sight of her transformation into a magnificent bear left me spellbound, a shared secret binding us in an unspoken pact.

She was large, but beautiful.

In the ethereal glow of the moonlight, the transformation unfolded—a seamless dance between woman and beast. Rhyne had embraced the shifting currents of what could only be magic, her silhouette morphing into that of a magnificent bear.

Fur, the color of earthy browns and blacks, cascaded down her formidable form, the fur stretches over pure muscles and shakes as she stands on her hind legs.

The metamorphosis completed —an embodiment of strength and grace. Rhyne's eyes, once human and filled with wisdom, now gleamed with an ancient fierceness; they were wild and black.

Powerful muscles rippled beneath the surprisingly soft fur, and claws sharp as the moons light extended from massive paws. Each step exuded an undeniable aura of authority, a testament to the warrior spirit residing within.

The air hummed with an energy that transcended the mundane, and it felt good to be under as Rhyne's large body curled around mine that night.

Together, we navigated the secrets of what was left in the wake of the Cullens and this treaty between themselves and the reservation. Rhyne's strength and wisdom became my anchor in the face of hidden truths and supernatural complexities.

It was a subtle transformation that occurred within our hearts; the initial weariness we shared at the beginning evolved into a mutual understanding, and the air crackled with an unspoken connection. Love blossomed gradually, like the unfolding petals of a rare flower.

Our feelings deepened organically, mirroring the gradual revelation of truths about the Cullens.

I hadn't realised I became better since meeting Rhyne, how happier I am. Charlie pointed it out one afternoon. Of how I don't have nightmares that end up with me waking up screaming.

Of how I seem more in tune with myself than I ever had before. Rhyne brought out the good in me, and I can't be more than thankful than I am now.

Between our bond, we haven't gone further than holding hands or cuddling but it felt natural. I knew it'll be less than a few weeks before we start doing more and i can't seem to stop fidgeting every time my mind wanders.

We came to a conclusion that the reservation was home to wolf shapeshifters, that they held they other side of the treaty with the Cullens.

It's been two months since meeting my Rhyne, and it's felt like the Cullens had never even existed. I felt at peace, knowing I won't have to face vampires again, of having to see the family that'd played with my life like I was nothing more than a doll.