My happiness attend him wherever he may go

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 forest was alive with motion, a blur of shadows and light under the waning moon. The days had stretched thin, their hours devoured by the relentless hunt for Victoria, the red-haired spectre who flitted through the wolves' territory like smoke on the wind. Her presence was a taunt, a vivid thread of danger weaving between the trees, always just out of reach.

On this night, she ran again, her fiery hair trailing like a comet as she leaped across uneven terrain, her speed a cruel reminder of the supernatural strength she wielded. The wolf pack moved as one, their paws pounding against the earth, the sound echoing like a drumbeat in the quiet expanse. Among them was Erian, his focus razor-sharp, his body a streak of determination as he pushed harder, faster, his breath mingling with the cool night air.

Victoria darted ahead, her laughter a whisper carried by the breeze. She was playing with them, leading them to the edge of their patience. She crossed into the Cullens' territory with ease, her crimson eyes flickering with a predator's confidence.

Behind her, Emmett surged forward, his massive frame cutting through the underbrush with startling precision. He was close—so close that the glint of her hair almost seemed tangible. But his trajectory carried him perilously close to the wolves' boundary, the invisible line that divided their world from the vampires.'

The moment his foot landed on the wrong side, Paul exploded into motion. A blur of fur and primal instinct, he collided with Emmett midair, their clash reverberating through the night like a thunderclap. They tumbled into the shallow river, water spraying like shards of crystal in the moonlight. Paul's growl was low and menacing, a rumble that made the ground seem to tremble beneath it.

Meanwhile, Victoria took the opportunity the chaos had gifted her. Like a shadow slipping through cracks of light, she vanished deeper into the trees, her laughter fading into the distance.

"Dammit!" Erian's voice rang out as he emerged from the thicket, his chest rising and falling with barely restrained fury. He had been so close, the scent of her blood-red hair lingering in the air like a phantom. His claws dug into the earth, frustration burning in his veins like wildfire.

He turned, his eyes scanning the trees where she had disappeared. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking with suppressed anger. This wasn't just a hunt for him—it was personal. Every step she evaded them was another mark against his pride, another failure in the face of the pack's growing tension.

Paul finally broke his glare from Emmett, stepping back with a low huff, signalling that their quarrel was over—for now. The vampire rose from the river, dripping and still bristling with indignation. He glanced at Erian and shook his head. "She's slippery," Emmett admitted, though his voice carried no apology for his earlier mistake.

Erian didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon, where the trees swallowed the moonlight and Victoria had disappeared. The night was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint tang of salt, a reminder of the ocean not far away. Erian's hands curled into fists, his mind already racing ahead to the next step. If she thought she could keep running, she was wrong. This wasn't over—not by a long shot.

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The morning was draped in a soft, grey haze, the kind that muted the world and made everything feel like it was wrapped in a foggy embrace. Rain had woken early, her decision to skip school cemented the moment she glanced out the window. It wasn't laziness; it was something deeper. Erian had been brooding since Victoria's escape, and Rain, in her Rain-like way, was determined to pull him out of it.

By late morning, she had successfully lightened his mood, trading sharp jokes and witty banter until his lips curled into that rare, boyish smile that made her heart stutter. They had spent the day with the pack, the air around them lightening with their shared laughter and camaraderie.

The tranquillity was short-lived, however, as news of Victoria—and the wolves' ongoing hunt for her—filtered back to Bella. She and Edward had returned from their weekend away, but instead of being greeted with peace, Bella had been blindsided by Jacob's revelation about the pack's dealings with the red-haired vampire. What truly set her off, however, was discovering that Edward had kept it from her.

Furious and indignant, Bella had stormed off, her steps driven by the kind of fiery determination that often landed her in trouble. She climbed onto Jacob's bike without hesitation, her expression a storm cloud of betrayal, and sped toward La Push.

When Bella arrived at the reservation, she was greeted by the pack's usual antics. Embry and Seth immediately started teasing Jacob, their voices carrying a singsong lilt that was impossible to ignore.

"'I wish Bella would call'." Paul drawled with a smirk. "

Jared chimed in, grinning from ear to ear, "'I wish Bella wouldn't call'."

"'Maybe I should call Bella'."

"'Maybe I should call Bella and hang up'."

Jacob groaned, "Alright, you can shut up now." rolling his eyes, though the faintest hint of a grin betrayed him. Bella wasn't sure whether to laugh or glare at them all before he spoke to Bella as Leah showed up, "Bella, this is Leach Clearwater. Harry's daughter."

Bella looked that the woman and spoke with kind gesture "Hey. I'm really sorry about your father." Leah's voice cut through the air like a blade. Her tone was sharp, and her words were edged with sarcasm. "If you're here to torture Rain and Jacob, feel free to leave." With that, Leah turned on her heel, her form rippling as she shifted effortlessly into her white wolf form and disappeared into the trees.

Bella frowned but pressed on, her feet crunching over the gravel path as she approached Emily's house. She could already hear muffled laughter and the familiar chaos that seemed to follow the pack wherever they went. Pushing the door open, Bella was greeted by an unexpected sight: Rain and Erian were wrestling on the floor, their arms locked in a fierce struggle.

"What is happening?" Bella asked, her brows knitting together in confusion.

Emily stood at the counter, her expression a mix of amusement and resignation. With a smug smile, she replied, "The two are fighting over a muffin. Which, by the way, I can bake more of, but this..." she gestured to the scene unfolding on her living room couch, "...this is entertaining."

Embry leaned back in his chair, a gleeful glint in his eyes. "I know, right? They love each other to death, but the second food is involved? It's like a gladiator match."

Sam, sitting nearby with a cup of coffee, added with a shake of his head, "They even tried to settle it with rock, paper, scissors, and arm wrestling. Both were a draw, so this is where we've landed."

Bella watched as Erian pinned Rain's arm to the floor with a triumphant grin, only for Rain to retaliate by biting his arm—not hard, but enough to make him flinch and grunt in pain.

"Ow, Rain!" Erian exclaimed, though there was no real anger in his tone, only exasperated fondness.

Rain used his momentary distraction to reach for the coveted muffin, her fingers brushing the edge of the plate. Before she could grab it, Erian, in a last-ditch effort, tackled her. The two tumbled off the couch with a synchronized oof, landing in a heap on the floor. The pack erupted into laughter, their voices filling the small house with warmth. Rain, her hair dishevelled, and her cheeks flushed, glared at Erian. "This isn't over," she huffed, her voice brimming with mock seriousness.

Erian, sprawled on the floor beside her, only smirked. "You fight dirty, Rain," he teased, his eyes shining with amusement.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," she shot back, swiping a stray strand of hair from her face.

Bella shook her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. It was chaotic, ridiculous, and entirely Rain. For a moment, the weight of everything else faded away, replaced by the simple joy of watching the people she cared about be unapologetically themselves.

Bella stood at the edge of the living room, her arms crossed as she watched the chaos unfold between Rain and Erian. The two were still tangled on the floor, laughter spilling between them like sunlight breaking through clouds. Despite their mock battle for dominance over a single muffin, there was an undeniable tenderness in their movements.

Bella turned to Jacob, who leaned casually against the doorway, arms folded over his broad chest, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Wouldn't he hurt her?" Bella asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and concern.

Jacob scoffed, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. "Nah. The two are both strong, Rain's as tough as a bloodsucker. Trust me, they're perfectly matched. Besides, those two? They'd never hurt each other. They're like... magnets or something. Always pulling toward each other, even when they're fighting over stupid stuff like food."

Bella's eyes flicked back to Rain and Erian, who now seemed to have forgotten about the muffin entirely. Rain had managed to shove Erian off, only for him to retaliate by trapping her in a loose bear hug, holding her close as he chuckled softly in her ear. Rain's laughter rang out like music, her bright grin lighting up her face despite the tousled mess of her hair.

"You're such a sore loser, Erian," she teased, wriggling in his arms but not trying too hard to escape.

"And you fight dirty," he shot back, his tone playful, his breath ruffling her hair. "But I think I'll call it even now." Before Rain could offer a rebuttal, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

Bella felt a subtle pinch of envy twist in her chest as she watched them. Their connection was effortless, the kind of easy closeness that seemed almost unfairly natural. Rain's expression softened, her teasing momentarily giving way to something quieter, more vulnerable. Erian looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered, his gaze filled with a warmth that Bella wasn't sure she'd ever seen before.

"You two are insufferable," Jacob said, cutting through Bella's thoughts with a roll of his eyes. "This is the kind of stuff that makes the rest of us look bad, you know."

Rain tilted her head back to grin up at Jacob from her spot in Erian's arms. "Don't be such a sour wolf, Jake," she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

Erian chuckled, his arms tightening around her briefly before finally letting her go. "She's got a point," he said, winking at Jacob. "You could take a few lessons."

Bella couldn't help but laugh at the exchange, though the envy still lingered in her chest like a shadow. Watching Rain and Erian felt like witnessing something rare, something that burned brightly even in the smallest moments.

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By: SilverMist707

I am feeling a little better so I'll follow the posting schedule <3