“Carlisle said he needs us in Forks as soon as possible. Looks like Y/N will be coming with us, no chance to sort anything else out at the moment.”
“That could be dangerous Siobhan, but I agree love, no other option, just have to make sure the Volturi don’t get wind of her, that or we change her as soon as we land.”
The covens mated pair shared a look as you shot up off the couch. “Wait land what?” You asked confused.
“Forks is in America sweetie.” Siobhan smiled down at you in a motherly manner.
“So, it’ll be run to the airport, flight to Seattle roughly 9 and a half hours we should probably feed well and get contacts first, then a run to the Cullens…Y/N? Are you okay?” Liam trailed off obviously noticing the blood drain from your face as he spoke.
“What? Me. Peachy.”
“She’s ly-ing.” Maggie sang dancing into the living room. “Tickets are booked.”
Siobhan and Liam turned to you with disappointed looks making you feel thoroughly scolded.
“What I’m human okay? Travel sickness is a thing!” You admitted slightly hysterically throwing your hands up in the air, as they came flopping down the ‘running’ comment sunk in. “So is motion sickness for that matter!”
Tiny feet pounded on
the ground with each step farther away from the house. Your skin was littered
with purple and blue blooms that looked so ugly in contrast with your pale
color. You ran farther into the woods, thin soles of your shoes doing little to
protect your feet from the hard and rocky ground. It didn’t bother you though;
you had gone through far worse than achy feet.
“Siobhan - a woman of immense presence and whose huge body was both beautiful and mesmerizing as it moved in smooth undulations - was the leader, but she and her hard-faced mate, Liam, were long used to trusting the judgment of their newest coven member. Little Maggie, with her bouncy red curls, was not physically imposing like the other two, but she had a gift for knowing when she was being lied to, and her verdicts were never contested.”- Breaking Dawn