His dark form slipped out into a night that was darker still. The clouds rolled in overhead in violet tones to symbolize coming rain. It had been easy to slip out. Even if the residents of the house never slept. The doctor was in his study, his mate watching television in the living room and the others had gone out in their cars. Pretty much, no one was overly concerned with his whereabouts.

As he crept deeper into the forest of hemlocks and spruces he recalled the sight of a smaller house hidden within its depths. In that house resided the most important members of that unusual family. They were the most important to him at least. He hesitated. Since he was so near to the property, could Edward Cullen hear his thoughts at that precise moment? He pondered this for a minute before turning in the opposite direction he’d been headed. That climate was very distracting. The chilly wind wrenched his braid this way and that, making loose strands fly out in front of his face. However, there wasn’t any type of weather that he could not overcome. Of that he’d come to realize. Though he felt cold and heat just as any full blooded human, his body was more stable for the changes in climate. And he’d seen it all; rain, snow, drought, all in one continent.

For a moment, he almost glanced back over his shoulder at the cottage. If only he could show Renesmee his world.

“Where are you going?”

From atop the thick branch of a spruce Renesmee Cullen grinned down at him. He could faintly see the amused gleam in her eyes at making him jump back in astonishment.

The female with a head of red curls dropped lithely to the ground without making a sound but that of leaves crunching under her bare feet.

“Were you on your way to hunt?” she inquired, “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

Her expression was still cool, carefree. In the late nightfall of the forest she noticed by picking out details on Nahuel’s face how to someone else his appearance would be quiet horrifying. Fascinating yet horrifying.

Nahuel watched with interest of his own as wariness overtook Renesmee’s features. He took a graceful step towards her.