"It wasn't too hard to
figure out that you were
the one. Imprinting on you
only just set it in stone."
In which a shapeshifter and
a witch become unconditionally
and irrevocably in...
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Rowan had awoken that morning with an unusual heaviness in her heart, a feeling that something was amiss. It was as if the very earth beneath her feet whispered secrets that had yet to reveal themselves. She couldn't quite shake the sensation of a looming change in the air, and it left her restless and uneasy.
Despite the lingering tiredness from her late-night initiation ceremony with Sacha and Vanessa, Rowan couldn't ignore her instincts. So, she decided to go for a drive that early afternoon, hoping that a change of scenery might ease the nagging feeling in her chest.
Her car wound its way through the familiar twists and turns of Forks, Washington, as the world around her transitioned from the tranquil blues of predawn to the soft, golden hues of day.
The road stretched out before her, and Rowan couldn't help but think about how strange it was to feel such a profound connection to the mystical world around her. The forest seemed to come alive with secrets, and Rowan was determined to uncover them.
And then, as if guided by an unseen force, she spotted a familiar red truck at the side of the road. Rowan's heart skipped a beat. It was Bella's car. The sight of it, stationary and silent, sent a shiver down her spine.
She pulled her own car over and parked next to Bella's, her curiosity now more potent than ever. As she got out and started walking along the quiet forest path, the mysterious sensation persisted, tugging at her like an invisible thread connecting her to something unknown.
The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was still, a stark contrast to the turmoil in Rowan's heart. She moved forward with cautious determination, not knowing what she might find but feeling compelled to discover the source of her unease.
And that's when she saw them, standing amidst the filtered sunlight and shadows. Bella and a tall, dark-haired man, of whom she could sense wasn't alive from a mile away. They were engaged in conversation, their voices hushed and their expressions tense. It was a scene that felt strangely familiar, as if it had been taken straight from the pages of a novel.
Rowan's brow furrowed with concern as she approached, her steps hesitant yet resolute. "Bella?" she called out, her voice filled with genuine worry. "What's going on?"
Bella's head snapped in Rowan's direction, her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected arrival of her friend. She looked torn, as if caught in a difficult situation, and her gaze shifted to Laurent, who regarded Rowan with a mix of curiosity and caution.
