CHAPTER 19
The gray sky of Forks stretched above them; the rain had only stopped for a moment.
The wind carried the scent of wet earth.
Moisture clung to the air...
Logan went rigid.
Something inside him felt different.
Stronger.
Faster.
His senses could pick up everything...
A strange confidence filled his body.
Why was he changing so quickly?
A pressure spread through the school entrance...
The students around them hesitated or slowed as they passed.
They wanted to hear the conversation.
The most curious felt a chill crawl down their spines, as if cold, invisible hands had touched something deep inside them; the icy wind made their chests tighten...
And an uneasy feeling began to grow in them.
Most simply lowered their eyes and hurried past, as if their lives depended on it.
"Logan… right?"
Emmett stepped a little closer.
He looked directly at Logan, his height overshadowing most of the students walking nearby.
"Emmett Cullen."
Logan didn't take a step back.
He held out his hand.
A sharp crack sounded between them.
The tension rose with every passing second.
They looked like two wild beasts silently studying each other.
"Could you come with us for a moment?" Emmett asked, trying to sound friendly.
No.
It didn't work at all.
Their eyes met, and something serious settled over both of them.
A tingling ran through Emmett's body.
His family hadn't exaggerated.
Logan's scent truly felt dangerous.
With a tilt of his head, Emmett motioned toward a secluded area near the entrance, nearly empty.
Logan hesitated.
His skin shivered.
He could feel Rosalie behind Emmett—rigid, uncomfortable, as if afraid to come too close.
"Lead the way," Logan replied.
After exchanging a glance, Emmett, Rosalie, and Logan walked toward the isolated corner.
Entrance (Secluded Area)
It was a circular corner, damp and muddy from the footsteps of passing students.
Gray light fell over them like three silhouettes swallowed by the morning.
Rosalie looked away, her pride in pieces.
Her expression was pained.
Frustrated.
"About yesterday..." She clenched her teeth. "It was wrong."
The apology hurt her more than any fight ever could.
"I didn't mean to... well, yes, I did, but not like that," she muttered. "I guess... I owe you an apology."
Logan looked at her.
His presence shifted the atmosphere.
The pressure deepened.
Rosalie crossed her arms, trying to hide how uncomfortable she was.
She couldn't hide it.
"What Rose means is she doesn't want you ripping her head off," Emmett added with a tense smile.
Rosalie jabbed him with an elbow without taking her eyes off Logan.
The air thickened.
Logan felt like he could drive them back just by breathing too deeply.
The old Logan might have felt insecure.
But today, something inside him had changed.
He couldn't hold it back anymore.
"I didn't come looking for a fight," Logan said, his voice low. "I just wanted to understand what happened yesterday... and you already gave me an answer."
Emmett and Rosalie exchanged glances.
They realized Logan wasn't afraid of them.
Not at all.
His aura had changed drastically.
Almost...
as if he were someone else.
Logan looked at both of them.
"Don't worry. What's done is done." His gaze stayed serious.
"Logan... my family doesn't want to be on bad terms with you," Emmett replied.
"I don't want enemies either," Logan answered.
Their presences clashed.
"Please... don't think too highly of yourself," Rosalie added, though uncertainty lingered in her eyes.
Her pride was too great to admit he unsettled her.
"I already apologized. Come on, Emmett." She tried to sound strong.
She failed.
Silence formed in the air, and all three of them went still.
Logan's breathing deepened.
Emmett and Rosalie's posture changed.
"Wait," Logan said.
Then continued.
"Could you answer something first? Please."
Emmett and Rosalie exchanged confused looks.
Logan asked:
"Do you know a vampire with a sweet scent... like flowers... but rotten?"
The tension shattered at the sound of approaching footsteps.
Bella.
She was coming closer.
She was still far away, but Logan's senses warned him she would arrive soon.
Emmett and Rosalie noticed it too.
The footsteps grew louder.
And Bella appeared, standing there with one hand pressed to her chest, staring worriedly at the scene in front of her.
Bella searched for Logan with her eyes.
Just being in the same space as them made a knot tighten in her stomach.
The cold wind raised goosebumps across her skin.
"Logan... is everything okay?" she asked, trying not to sound too uncertain.
He looked at the Cullens one last time.
With Bella there, the conversation was over.
He turned toward her, and his expression softened into a smile.
"Bella, I told you to keep going." He ran a hand through his hair. "Come on."
Bella looked once more at Edward's siblings.
It was the first time she had been this close to Emmett and Rosalie Cullen.
Like Edward, they carried the same mysterious aura around them.
"Wait, Logan..." Emmett spoke firmly.
Logan glanced back casually, one arm draped over Bella's shoulders.
"Your question... no, we don't know anyone like that," Emmett answered.
And with that, the Cullen siblings walked in the opposite direction.
Silence.
Bella tried to break it, watching Logan's relaxed expression.
"What was that?" she asked, walking beside him.
"What was what?" he replied teasingly.
"Please, Jimmy..." Bella shot him a mildly annoyed look.
"You're very curious today, aren't you?" Logan kept teasing her the whole way.
The day passed quickly.
No more incidents.
No more unpleasant encounters.
But a bitter taste remained.
Logan had acted strangely around the Cullens.
Swan House
Bella went up to her room.
Charlie still wasn't home.
She dropped her backpack and, exhausted, threw herself onto the bed.
She buried her face in the pillow and stayed still for a long moment.
Something was still bothering her.
She looked toward her nightstand.
A book caught her attention.
Quileute Legends.
A strange force ran through her, and with renewed determination, she sat up.
She grabbed the book firmly in both hands.
She looked toward her open window.
Night light filtered through it, and the breeze carried the scent of forest and the damp air of Forks.
She needed to know the truth.
To be continued...
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