Lost Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [2] ✓

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"How did she know I'd be good at fighting?"

Beau looks up at Bree, studying the young girls face. Bree is simply asking, pure curiosity on her face. The newborn is leaning against Emmett's Jeep, legs crossed slightly as she waits with the rest of them for the Quileutes to appear.

"Alice has a gift," Beau says, trying to find the right words to explain it. "She can see things that will happen in the future."

"She didn't see you coming a few days ago," Bree says, remembering Alice's words from earlier.

"That's because Alice see's possibilities. She can't see anything unless the person makes a decision," Beau said, before clarifying more, "That's why she expected me two days earlier and not the day we came. It was because until the moment you met me, you hadn't planned on saving me."

"It was an in the moment decision," Bree confirmed, pushing black strands of hair behind her ear.

Her eyes were vibrant today, with the deer blood that Carlisle had given her in order to sustain her hunger. Though she had made a face at the taste, Bree had drank everything handed to her without a single complaint.

She was growing accustomed to the taste of animal blood due to it being all she was able to drink whenever she was thirsty. Alice had sent Emmett and Bree to the forest during Bella's graduation party so Bree wouldn't have any temptations. Despite only knowing her for a few days, all of the Cullens were trying to get Bree to made as much progress as she could to control her hunger.

"I'm glad you made it," Beau said, looking at the small brunette.

Bree looked at him, and Beau fought not to shiver at the red irises. The animal blood had yet to lesson the purity of their color, it'd be a few months before that happened.

Pursing her lips together, Bree replied, "Me too. You have a nice...family here,"

"They're great," Beau said, casting a brief glance at Rosalie.

Rosalie was talking with Esme, a hard look on her face as she regarded her adoptive mother. Esme, as always, was calm and open. Rosalie looked like a hurricane, and Esme was the eye. If Beau didn't already know how much Rosalie adored her mother, he'd say that their was no possible way for them to get along together.

"Be careful," Bree said beside him, tone light and playful.

Beau flicked his gaze towards Bree, "Be careful of what?"

"Be careful of how you look at her," Bree sad, motioning her head towards Rosalie's direction with a soft grin on her face. "You looked like you were falling in love."

Staring at the brunette, Beau fought to find words to tell Bree that he and Rosalie were already in love. Dating, if you will. Though the word seemed to lack enough luster to describe whatever they had together. Boyfriend and girlfriend was too boring - too simple.

Bree smirked when Beau didn't come up with a response fast enough. Opening his mouth, Beau watched the newborn turn her face away from him; her nostril's flaring as she seemed to smell the wolves approaching.

He was correct, because as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Beau watched as Sam's black wolf came into view. Flanking the dark wolf was the two wolves Beau recognized as Paul and Jared, both of them growling lowly in their throats. Beau could almost imagine their unsettled human expressions at being so close to the Cullens; given how many times they both had complained about the Cullens smell.

Despite himself, Beau couldn't keep his eyes away from sliding in Paul's direction. Paul's wolf wasn't looking at him, in fact he was too focused on Rosalie to notice Beau's stare. Rosalie was staring at Paul as well; and something was silently happening in between then that couldn't be pleasant, due to the scowl on Rosalie's flawless face.