You can’t remember anything but pain. You were promised everything you wanted so long as you submitted. Then, it was like your body was thrown into a pit of fire burning hotter than a thousand suns. Your body contorted, trying to stop the venom from seeping into your skin, but it was too late. You had been changed— forced to fight in a war that you never enlisted in.

Then, you were hiding. The sounds of death, the sight of battle.. it tore you into pieces. You didn’t want to hurt anyone. You hid behind a tree, out of sight and mind. Everyone thought you were dead until you heard a growl and felt a heavy lump of fur attack you. You screamed, clenched between the werewolf’s teeth. As you struggled, a pale man with blonde hair eyed you down like a specimen to be studied.

You were feral, sure, but it seems you still had a “human” conscience. He raised his hand, your body dropping unceremoniously to the floor. As you stared up, the man gazed through you, it’s like you weren’t even there.

He knew the consequences. He’d taken in another girl just moments after the fighting— Bree, who’d surrendered peacefully the same way you did. The Volturi would find you both and kill you, but you knew better, so you hid away undetected, watching as they killed the other young girl before their eventual departure moments ago.

It’s been a few months since then. You were adopted by the Cullens, learning how to control your thirst for humans in private.