11 parts Ongoing He isn't hers, not yet. Jacob Black is sharp edges and louder-than-laughter hurt; she's the new white wolf the elders barely tolerate. She makes herself small: long runs, holding the line when pride wants a fight. Through a wedding, rumors, and a dangerous pregnancy, they learn the shape of each other's silence, no long speeches, no fixing, just two people whom broken in their own ways. Under a cold moon they make their own rule: imprinting is a promise both choose. Renesmee is born; destiny steps aside. For readers who love steady heroines, protective men who listen, and romance like warmth in your heart, not fireworks. Canon remains; the difference is mercy, and a love strong enough to carry, not rescue.
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