THE ONLY EXCEPTION. . .
A witch forced over the Atlantic to a small town called Forks. There she is faced with vampires, shapeshifters, high school drama, a clumsy human girl, and an incessant hotheaded shapeshifter that is somehow continuously pop...
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CELESTEEXITEDBELLA'STRUCK and waves her goodbye before heading towards the house.She pushes her key into the doorknob and twists it open. Muffled voices from the dining area traveled to the living room before hastily stopping as soon as she entered the house. Celeste hung her coat on the hanger, she took notice of a denim jacket and black cowboy hat that was definitely not Oscar's. Her forehead pinches as she racks her brain for who it could belong to. The witch walked into the dining area, three pairs of eyes landed on her as she stopped at the door frame.
"Hey! You were supposed to be back a couple hours ago." Oscar crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrows rose up as he expectedly waited for a response.
She gave a half shrug, "Lacrosse tryouts." Celeste answered, taking a step towards them while waving the lacrosse stick she held in her hand. Her eyes glanced down at the book that laid on the table and her actions didn't go unnoticed as Daniel hastily shuts it. He throws his hand over the cover, blocking Celeste from reading the title.
Celeste deadpans, "Seriously?" She questioned. Oscar points at her, his mouth pressed into a hard line, "Don't think I forgot about your camera eyes." He sassily retorts.
"Camera eyes?" The younger of the two strangers questioned. Oscar sighs before gesturing towards Celeste, "She has a photographic memory. A real pain in the ass if you ask me." He answered while putting the book away from Celeste's view.
"Gentlemen, this is my daughter Celeste." She raised a hand in greeting, "Celeste, this is Billy Black and Sam Uley." He introduced the two men to her.
She observed them, the older one was in a wheelchair and had a warm smile directed at her. His eyes sparkled, like he knew something she didn't. As Celeste switched her line of sight to the younger one, she paused. He was by far one of the largest men Celeste has ever seen. He practically towered over everyone else, she assumed his height was above 6'4. His build reminded her of Paul but his was less defined. But what truly captured her eye was the fact that he was barely wearing any clothes. Whereas Oscar, Billy, and her wore either longsleeves or jackets. He wore a regular white t-shirt and jeans as if it was a regular sunny day.
Sam's face drops as he stares at Celeste, he nervously gulps and glances from her to Oscar. She rose an eyebrow at his actions, they were odd to say the least. But what was even more odd to her was how he looked at her, as if he's seen or met her before. Celeste reluctantly brushes off his odd behavior, choosing to investigate it at a later time. She catches a glimpse of a tattoo as Sam's sleeve lifts up from him tucking his hands into his pockets.
"It's about time I met one of the Quileute shapeshifters," Celeste says with a grin plastered on her face.
She rolls her eyes at their disbeliefed expressions and throws a hand into the air, "Christs! Honestly, it's quite obvious. The unnaturally strong physique, lack of clothing because of high body temperature, and the tribal tattoo." Celeste finishes her rant before glancing up to the three men who were still in shock.
