Late Evening – Forks High School
The rain poured in rhythmic waves across the school's windows as Desmond sat alone in the library, flipping through his old notebook—the one he'd kept since he was a child. Back then, it was nothing more than scribbled dreams, confused fragments, and names that felt important.
Now, he understood what it truly was—a record of the Twilight saga. A gift from a past life.
His fingers brushed over names.
Aro. Caius. Jane. Jacob. Bella. Alice.
Faces flashed in his mind—faces he had yet to meet… but would soon. And this time, he wouldn't be a spectator. He'd change the rules.
The door creaked open. It was Elias, silent as ever. He closed the door behind him and leaned against a bookshelf.
"They're moving," Elias said without preamble.
Desmond looked up. "The Volturi?"
Elias nodded. "And not just them. The witches in New Orleans are stirring. The wolves who saved you? They've started recruiting. Sides are being drawn."
Desmond closed the notebook.
"Good," he muttered. "Let them come."
Elias raised a brow. "You've changed. Your aura—it's stronger."
Desmond stood. "I'm not the same kid who got beaten down in the woods. I'm remembering more… not just about the book, but about myself."
He walked to the window. The town looked quiet—but he could feel the shift. Like a storm brewing beneath the surface.
"Where's Leona?" he asked.
"Gone to scout the mountains. Something unnatural's been stalking the edges."
Desmond nodded. "Then we meet it head-on. No more hiding."
Meanwhile – Quileute Forest Edge
Leona crouched low, eyes scanning the trees. She wasn't alone. A soft growl echoed from behind her.
She turned slowly, and her eyes met those of a massive black wolf.
But this wasn't a mindless beast. Its eyes… they were human. Intelligent.
The wolf didn't attack. It stared at her—measuring her—then vanished into the fog.
Leona whispered, "They're watching."
Back in Town – Abandoned Warehouse
Desmond and Elias stood over a table covered in maps and symbols.
"These spots," Elias pointed, "are where the veil between worlds is thin. Where supernatural beings pass through easier. The Volturi know this. The wolves know this. The witches… control it."
Desmond stared at a mark shaped like an eclipse. His fingers traced it slowly.
"This is where it'll happen, isn't it?"
Elias met his eyes. "The first battle? Yes."
Desmond smirked slightly.
"Then let's make sure we're ready."
Later That Night – Desmond's Room
He sat alone again, thinking.
He thought of Bella.
He thought of the Cullens.
He thought of himself—a being who didn't fit into any known category. Not vampire, not wolf, not witch.
Something… new.
He opened his palm. A faint pulse of energy flickered—a blend of crimson and silver light.
"I was never meant to be part of this world," he whispered. "But now… I'm the storm that's coming."