The night was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the air and pricked at the senses. A sliver of moonlight cut through the dense forest canopy, casting jagged shadows across the yard of Charlie’s house. Just a day had passed since the tense meeting with the Cullens, and now, a fresh disturbance had shattered the fragile calm.
Hadrian stood on the porch, his eyes narrowing at the sight before him. Edward Cullen, the so-called perfect son of the elegant vampire family, lay sprawled on the ground, stunned and disheveled. The fool had tried to slip into Bella’s room through the window, oblivious to the pack’s constant vigilance. Hadrian’s jaw tightened with irritation as he watched Edward scramble to his feet, his pale face flushed with embarrassment.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Hadrian muttered, exasperation lacing his voice. The Pack, always on high alert to protect Bella and Charlie—future family in their eyes—had been instantly notified of the break-in attempt. None of them had expected it to be Edward, of all people, to breach their defenses.
Rosalie, her golden hair catching the faint light, stepped forward with a scowl. “I never knew he was this level of stalker,” she said, her voice icy as she glared at Edward.
Kate, standing beside her, crossed her arms and sighed. “Did you forget how he followed the Quileute Tribe once he realized he couldn’t read their minds?”
Rosalie frowned, recalling the incident she had only heard about. “So, it’s the same thing here?” she asked, her gaze shifting back to Edward, who was now looking at the ground, mortified.
Hadrian stepped closer, his eyes hard as steel. “Next time you want to meet a girl, come in the morning and use the front door. And ask her if you want to know more about her, not stalk her like some predator.”
Edward nodded meekly, humiliated. Without another word, he sped away, vanishing into the night.
As the silence settled back over the scene, Rosalie’s thoughts turned to her daughter. “Lily is coming back from her trip, isn’t she?”
Hadrian nodded. “We’ll need to make sure she’s up to speed on what’s going on.”
Kate glanced at her watch, concern flickering in her eyes. “I need to get back. Luna’s going to be worried if I’m not home soon.”
Hadrian and Rosalie exchanged a knowing look. Luna, just two years old, was a whirlwind of energy, always clinging to her parents. Kate gave them a quick nod before speeding off into the night, disappearing into the trees.
Hadrian sighed, turning to Rosalie. “I’ll contact Sam and Rebecca. They need to stay sharp on their patrols. That redhead is still out there, and she’s not going to make it easy for us.”
Rosalie nodded, then headed inside to make some tea, leaving Hadrian on the porch, lost in thought. The flicker of anger in his eyes deepened as he considered what to do next. Carlisle had to be warned about his son’s latest stunt. After all, Charlie was now part of the Quileute Tribe, and that made him family.
Later, as expected, Carlisle took the warning seriously, but Hadrian knew it wouldn’t stick. Edward was stubborn, and a reprimand would likely go in one ear and out the other. Sure enough, Edward didn’t try the window again, but his attempts to talk to Bella were awkward at best. When Adam and Lia came over to share the latest gossip, Lia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “It was pathetic,” she said, exasperated. “He looked like he was trying to impress her, but it just came off as... weird.”
Hadrian groaned, rubbing his temples. “He’s an idiot. But I suppose after a century of being a virgin, meeting your mate could make you... irrational.”
Meanwhile, Victoria had been spotted several times skirting the borders. Her presence was a lingering threat, but she never crossed the line. The looming figures of Alec and Demetri had her on edge, their mere presence sending shivers down her spine. Frustrated, she vanished into the shadows once again. Her ability to sense danger was infuriatingly effective, keeping her one step ahead.
Despite the tension, Hadrian found time to contact Victoria’s sister, Anna. Her voice was tinged with sadness when they spoke. The betrayal still stung, but anger burned hotter. Anna hoped there might be some leniency for Victoria, a sliver of understanding.
The night continued, heavy with unspoken fears and unresolved conflicts.
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Hadrian Pevrell in Twilight
FanfictionHarry Potter after the war became the Master Of Death,but through this he finds out the deception of his so called friends and even the whole of wizarding Britain turns on him calling him a Dark Lord, feeling tired of the world he asks Death to take...
