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The forest didn't stay quiet for long.
It never does… not when the night has already tasted blood.
The Cullens moved fast. Faster than before.
No one spoke. Not after that click.
Then—They stopped. Not by choice.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Five figures stood ahead.
Still. Waiting.
The smell hit first. Rotten. Wrong.
Not the clean, sharp scent of a true pack.
This was… decay wrapped in fur.
Edyth's nose wrinkled as a look of disgust appeared on her face.
"That's not normal."
Jasper's eyes narrowed he could feel the killing intent and joy emitting from them.
-Frown!
"No… it isn't."
The figures twitched. Then—Bones snapped.
-Crack! -Snaps!
Spines bent unnaturally. Skin tore replaced by fur.
Five men became five wolves.
But not the kind whispered in legends.
These were… broken versions.
Their fur patchy, movements erratic, eyes wild—not disciplined predators,
But something closer to stay who seems to be abonded by their own peoples.
Edward stepped forward slightly, Bella shielded behind him.
"Stay close."
One of the wolves lunged. Too fast for a human.
Too sloppy for a real threat.
Emmett met it head-on. Grinning.
-Grin!
"Finally something that bites back."
Impact.
-THUD.
The ground cracked beneath them.
The wolf's jaws snapped toward his neck—But Emmett caught it mid-lunge, wrestling it down with brute force.
Still—The creature fought dirty.
Claws raked across his arm, drawing a brief hiss from him.
"Okay—yeah, that stings."
Across the clearing—Jasper moved like controlled lightning.
One wolf circled him—Another charged straight.
He pivoted, redirecting the first into the second—But one claw caught his side.
-BAM!
A clean hit.
Not deep. But enough.
Carlisle's voice cut through the chaos.
"Don't let them surround you!"
Jess and Edyth moved in tandem, precise and efficient—breaking rhythm, dismantling attacks before they could build momentum.
These wolves were aggressive—But disorganized.
Feral. Untrained.
Edward didn't waste time analyzing.
He ended it. Fast.
A blur of motion—A strike—Then silence from one attacker.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The fight didn't last long.
It couldn't.
One by one—The wolves fell.
Until the forest stilled once more.
Breathing steadied. Tension lingered.
Emmett rolled his shoulder, inspecting the damage.
"Okay… not my favorite welcome party," he muttered.
Jess glanced at his arm.
"You'll live. Yeah, but I'm complaining anyway."
Jasper pressed a hand briefly to his side before straightening.
Edyth looked at him.
"Bad?"
He shook his head.
"No. Just… irritating."
Carlisle stepped forward, scanning the fallen bodies.
His expression didn't relax.
If anything—It grew more serious.
"These aren't natural," he said.
Edward looked down at one of the corpses.
"...."
The smell hadn't faded.
If anything—It felt worse now.
"Weak," Emmett added. "Way weaker than they should be."
Jasper nodded slowly.
-Nod!
"Unstable," he corrected.
A beat of silence passed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Meanwhile...
Forks...
Back in the rain-drenched quiet of Forks, the world felt… deceptively normal.
Which, in Jojo's experience, usually meant something was about to go wrong.
Jojo's Mansion...
Jojo stood by one of the tall windows, rain tracing crooked paths down the glass like nervous thoughts.
A phone rested against his ear.
On the other side—Alaric Saltzman.
"He's stable,"
Alaric's voice came through, tired but cautiously hopeful.
"Vitals are normal. No violent spikes. No… episodes."
Jojo didn't respond immediately.
"...."
His gaze drifted toward the mirror hall behind him.
One frame—newly occupied—faintly shimmered.
"And?"
Jojo asked calmly.
A pause.
Then—
"He's talking," Alaric continued. "With his brother. Holding conversations. Acting… normal."
That word hung in the air.
Normal.
A fragile illusion.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Jojo's fingers tapped lightly against the window frame.
"Normal isn't the same as safe," he said.
Silence.
Because Alaric knew that already.
"The problem isn't solved until I destroy the main culprit,"
Jojo continued, his voice steady but edged with quiet certainty.
"It's just… quiet."
Like a predator choosing not to move.
Yet.
On the other end, Alaric exhaled slowly.
"So what do you suggest?"
Jojo turned, walking deeper into the room, past ancient books, artifacts, and things that didn't belong to any known catalog of magic.
"Integrate him now," he said.
"…What?"
"Let him join Mystic Falls High School."
Another pause. Longer this time.
"You're serious? You are the one who suggests to keep him here before." Alaric asked.
"Yes."
Jojo's tone didn't waver.
"If you isolate him, whatever's inside him learns to grow in silence now. If you place him among people…"
He glanced at the tarot mirror again, eyes narrowing slightly,
"…it reveals itself through interaction."
Alaric didn't like it.
"...."
That much was clear.
He can't put his students in danger.
"And if something happens?"
Jojo stopped walking.
"Then at least it happens where you can see it."
The rain intensified outside.
A soft, relentless drumming.
"Keep him under constant watch," Jojo added. "Not just you. Teachers. Staff. Students if needed."
"…That's not exactly subtle."
Jojo's lips curved slightly.
"Subtlety is overrated when you're dealing with something you don't understand."
He paused. Then added, more firmly—
"Don't leave him alone. Not even with his brother."
That landed. Hard.
The call ended there.
Jojo didn't turn. He didn't need to.
"I was wondering how long it would take for them to arrive," he said calmly.
Alice stepped forward first.
Her usual lightness was gone. Replaced by something sharper.
Urgent.
Rosalie followed just behind her, arms folded—but her eyes were already locked on Jojo, measuring, expecting answers before the question was even spoken.
"They're in trouble," Alice said.
No greeting. No delay.
Now Jojo turned. Slowly.
"Define trouble."
Alice's eyes flickered—seeing something that wasn't in the room.
"Hunters," she said. "A lot of them. Coordinated. Traps."
Her voice tightened.
"And… wolves."
Rosalie frowned at that.
-Frown!
"Not a pack. Something off about them. As per what Alice as said."
Alice nodded quickly.
-Nod!
"Strays. But wrong. Weak… unstable."
Jojo's expression didn't change.
But the room did. Subtly.
Like something had just aligned.
"Injuries?" he asked.
"Jasper. Emmett," Alice replied immediately.
"Nothing fatal. They keep moving."
A beat.
"They survive that part."
"That part?"
Rosalie repeated sharply.
Alice hesitated. And that—That was the problem.
Jojo noticed.Of course he did.
"Did your vision cuts there?," he said.
Not a question.
Alice nodded slowly.
-Nod!
"Yes."
Silence stretched.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Not empty. Heavy.
Like the pause before a blade falls.
Rosalie stepped forward now, her voice edged.
"So what does that mean?"
Jojo walked past them, toward the mirror display.
One frame shimmered faintly.
The tarot card within it almost… reacting.
"It means," he said calmly, "that everything up to that point was expected."
Alice's eyes widened slightly.
"...."
"The hunters," Jojo continued. "The stray wolves. That's pressure. Testing. Measuring response."
Rosalie's jaw tightened.
"You're saying someone's watching them fight? And as a power to block Alice's gift."
Jojo glanced back. A faint smile. Not comforting.
"I'm saying someone already knows how they fight."
The room went still.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Alice stepped closer.
"Then why can't I see past that?"
Jojo tapped lightly against the mirror.
Once.
"Because whatever comes next…" he said softly,
"…that someone is more powerful that you are."
A chill ran through the room.
Rosalie crossed her arms tighter.
"Enough riddles. Are they in danger or not?"
Jojo finally faced them fully.
Eyes steady. Voice certain.
"Yes."
No hesitation. No sugarcoating.
Alice swallowed slightly. "Then we need to go."
Jojo tilted his head.
"Do you?"
That stopped her.
"Think about it," he continued. "If you go now, you're reacting. And if you're reacting…"
He let the sentence hang.
"…you're walking into someone else's plan and even now you left you won't arrive there in time,"
Alice finished quietly.
Jojo nodded once.
-Nod!
Rosalie exhaled sharply.
-Sigh!
"So we just stand here and do nothing?"
Jojo's gaze flickered—just briefly—to the mirror.
Then back to them.
"Who said anything about doing nothing?"
The lights dimmed for a fraction of a second.
Not flickering. Bending.
"Let them keep moving," Jojo said. "Let whoever's watching believe the pattern is intact."
Alice's breathing slowed.
Thinking. Calculating.
"…And then?" she asked.
Jojo's lips curved slightly.
"...."
Meanwhile at Alaska...
Cullens stopped. All at once.
Jasper's hand lifted slightly.
A silent command.
'Don't move.'
Something was wrong. Not the usual wrong.
Not the kind that crept or whispered.
This—This felt placed.
Edward's eyes scanned ahead, then to the sides.
Too quiet. Too clean.
"…Change direction," he said quietly.
No argument. No hesitation.
They shifted instantly—veering off, cutting through denser terrain, altering their path with surgical precision.
And for a moment—It worked.
Because just ahead—
Hidden in the direction they didn't take—Shapes moved.
More wolves.
More of those same unstable, decaying creatures.
Waiting.
Ambush denied.
Emmett smirked slightly.
-Smirk!
"Heh. Not today."
But then—They stepped into something worse.
Click.
Too many. Too synchronized.
From the shadows—They emerged.
Not scattered. Not wild.
Organized. Hunters.
More than before. Better equipped.
They didn't rush.
Didn't shout. Didn't waste motion.
They simply—Raised their weapons.
Guns.
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