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Alice didn't hesitate.
The moment Biffer vanished into the forest, she was already moving, pale feet barely touching the ground as she followed the scorched trail slicing through the trees.
Rosalie was right beside her, faster than thunder, jaw tight with fury.
Caroline followed a heartbeat later, vamp speed flaring as she kept pace.
Behind them, Inadu lifted a hand.
"Enough," she said, voice calm but absolute.
Debbie, Gayathri, and Cecellia had already stepped outside, tension written across their faces, but the air itself seemed to resist them as Inadu's magic pressed gently yet firmly against their chests.
"They'll handle this," Inadu continued.
"All three of them are vampires. And Jojo will be soon moving, whether you can see it or not."
Debbie bit her lip, torn, but nodded.
-Nod
"...."
Gayathri trusted Inadu's judgment instantly.
Cecellia lingered a second longer, eyes flicking toward the forest where hellfire briefly lit the sky, then finally stepped back inside.
Inadu turned away from the door, unease tugging at her.
Something felt… off.
She moved down the hall toward Jojo's room.
The door was half open.
Inside, Jojo lay on the bed, a single sheet draped over him, bare skin warm, steady breathing rising and falling.
At first glance, he looked peaceful. Too peaceful.
Inadu sat on the edge of the bed and placed two fingers lightly against his temple.
His mind was burning.
Not chaotic. Not panicked.
Focused. Active. Like a star collapsing inward.
"He's dreaming," she murmured to herself. "No… more than that."
She could feel it now.
Not possession. Not weakness.
Something ancient brushing against his consciousness and then withdrawing, like a tide that had already turned.
Jojo didn't stir.
His expression was calm, almost serene, as if whatever he was facing wasn't here… but somewhere far deeper.
Inadu exhaled slowly and stood.
"If danger had reached him," she said quietly, "he'd already be awake. Or the house would be ashes."
She closed the door gently and returned to the common room.
Debbie sat curled on one end of the couch, nervously rubbing her arms.
Gayathri stood by the window, eyes scanning the treeline despite knowing she couldn't see what the vampires could.
Cecellia sat rigidly, hands clasped, still shaken from seeing Biffer's true form.
Inadu took the center seat, folding her hands in her lap.
"We wait," she said simply.
Minutes passed...
Then the night answered.
From deep within the forest came a shockwave, felt more than heard. The walls hummed.
The lights flickered.
Cecellia gasped as the temperature dipped sharply for a second before returning to normal.
Gayathri's eyes widened.
"That wasn't just a fight."
Inadu nodded, gaze distant.
"No. That was a warning."
Another roar echoed, this one unmistakably Biffer's, followed by the crack of trees snapping like matchsticks.
Debbie swallowed hard.
-Gulp
"Are they… winning?"
Inadu allowed herself a small, confident smile.
"They always do."
The house fell quiet again.
Inadu leaned back, closing her eyes.
'Whatever touched him in that dream,' she thought, 'it chose the wrong moment to test him.'
The forest beyond Forks was unnaturally still.
Five masked men stood in a rough circle, boots pressed into damp earth darkened with old pine needles.
At the center, a shallow sigil had been carved into the ground, lines filled with ash, blood, and something older that refused to name itself.
Candles burned low, their flames trembling as if the woods itself were holding its breath.
The leader raised his hand, palm sliced open, blood dripping into the final groove.
"Just a little more," he muttered. "Once the mark is set, every one of us will feel them. Edward Cullen. Bella Swan. They won't hide again."
The others murmured in agreement, voices reverent, hungry.
The air shifted. Not wind. Not sound.
Heat. From the bushes to their left, leaves began to blacken.
Pine needles curled inward, igniting without flame.
A low growl rolled through the clearing, deep enough to rattle bone.
The leader froze.
"...."
"What the hell was that—"
The bushes exploded outward.
A hell hound burst free in a storm of fire and embers, its massive form wreathed in living flame.
Its eyes burned like molten coals, jaws split wide to reveal rows of infernal teeth.
One of the men screamed.
Too late. The second the creature passed him, his body ignited from the inside out.
Flesh turned to ash mid-breath, collapsing in on itself like a burned page.
No scream finished. No body fell.
The hell hound didn't slow.
It lunged straight for the leader.
He barely had time to raise his arm before burning jaws closed around it.
"AAAGH—!"
The sound was raw, animal, stripped of pride and ritual alike.
With a violent twist, the hell hound ripped his arm clean from the shoulder, tearing through bone and sinew as if it were wet cloth.
Blood hit the ground and hissed, evaporating on contact with the heat radiating from the beast.
The leader fell backward, clutching the empty space where his arm had been, screaming as fire crawled up his veins.
The sigil on the ground cracked.
The candles guttered out all at once.
The remaining men scattered in blind panic, tripping over roots, tearing off masks, prayers dissolving into sobs.
One tried to run deeper into the forest.
A chain of fire snapped out of the darkness, wrapping around his leg.
He didn't even finish falling before hellfire swallowed him whole.
The hell hound stood over the leader now, towering, flame dripping from its fangs onto the ruined sigil.
-HISSS!!!
It tilted its head, studying him like prey that had forgotten how small it was.
The man tried to crawl, leaving a smear of blood and ash behind him.
"No… no, please… we didn't mean to trespass—"
The hell hound growled, low and final.
The clearing was still smoking when Alice and Rosalie burst through the trees.
Ash drifted like black snow.
One man lay unconscious near the ruined sigil, another clutching his arm and screaming incoherently, eyes glassy with shock.
The rest were trying and failing to crawl away from the scorch marks carved into the earth.
Alice didn't hesitate.
She blurred forward, appearing beside one of the men who was fumbling for a knife with shaking hands. Her grip closed around his wrist, iron-strong.
"Don't," she said lightly, almost cheerful.
The knife clattered to the ground.
A second later, he was slammed face-first into the dirt and knocked out cold.
Rosalie moved like a silver bullet.
One kick to the ribs dropped another attacker.
A twist of her body sent him flying into a tree trunk, where he slid down and went still.
Her expression was ice-cold, controlled, the look she wore when someone had already crossed the line and didn't even know how far.
"These idiots really thought they could hunt here," she muttered.
A sharp gasp cut through the clearing.
Caroline arrived a heartbeat later, vampiric speed snapping her into place just as one of the masked men raised a blade to his own throat, panic overriding reason.
"Nope,"
Caroline said, flashing in front of him.
Her hand struck his jaw with surgical precision.
He crumpled instantly, blade falling uselessly into the dirt.
She straightened, brushing imaginary dust from her jacket.
"Suicide is not an exit strategy."
The three vampires regrouped instinctively, backs to each other, scanning the treeline.
That was when the forest answered.
Low growls echoed from multiple directions, deep and resonant.
Shadows moved fast between the trees, tall and powerful.
One by one, Quileute wolves emerged, massive forms bristling with tension, eyes glowing as they assessed the scene.
Alice relaxed first, giving a small nod.
"All clear. Threat neutralized."
The lead wolf shifted, bones snapping and reforming as he took human shape mid-step.
He wore jeans and a jacket slung over one shoulder, rain still clinging to his hair.
"Didn't feel like hikers," he said grimly, eyes flicking to the scorched ground.
"You call this in?"
Rosalie crossed her arms.
"Already handled. But yeah. These guys weren't tourists."
Caroline tilted her head toward the unconscious men.
"And they definitely weren't here for stargazing."
The wolves exchanged looks.
One of them crouched, examining the ruined sigil with a frown.
-Frown
"This wasn't random. Someone was trying to mark Forks."
Alice's jaw tightened.
"They were hunting Edward and Bella. They had heard their conversation miles apart using their vampire hearing."
That did it.
The air shifted again, this time with purpose.
The wolves moved fast, securing the intruders, binding wrists, stripping weapons.
Despite their injuries, the men didn't resist anymore.
Whatever they'd seen in that clearing had burned the fight clean out of them.
"We'll take them," the lead wolf said finally.
"Quietly. Off the grid."
Caroline arched a brow.
"Where to?"
He glanced toward the deeper forest, where the night seemed to fold in on itself. "Well to the DMC Headquaters..."
Rosalie smirked. "Good. Our kind of place."
As the wolves began hauling the captives away, Alice looked once more at the scorched earth, her eyes unfocused for a brief second.
"…Jojo," she murmured.
Far away, as if on cue, the wind shifted again, carrying with it the faintest trace of brimstone.
Whatever had protected Forks tonight hadn't been subtle.
And whoever these men worked for had just learned a very important lesson.
They weren't the hunters anymore.
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