A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Edward smiled and held out his arms for a hug. Renesmee took the invitation. “I’m going to miss
you, Pumpkin.”
“Edward, you forgot one thing,” Bella said.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
She smiled and pushed a lock of her daughter’s hair behind her ear. “Remember how much we love
you and call us often. We’ll call you, too.”
Renesmee nodded and held out one arm to hug both of her parents together. “I promise.” They
hugged each other silently for a few minutes.
“Who’s hungry?” Alice asked.
Bella pulled back. “I’m starving. You guys?” she looked between her husband and her daughter.
They both nodded.
“How does pizza sound?” Jasper asked. Everyone agreed. Alice called and ordered the pizza while
everyone else sat in the living room and moved on to different conversations.
“Your flight leaves at ten in the morning, right?” Jasper looked at the Edward.
“Yes. We’ll probably want to leave fairly early to get checked in and through security and everything
else.”
Alice came in and plopped down on the couch next to Jasper. “We’re going to have a lot of fun. I
promise that your daughter will be safe, but I also promise she’ll have a great time.”
Bella smiled while Edward and Jasper continued to talk about flight plans. “I know you will. It’s just
weird, you know? She hasn’t been away from us for more than two weeks before. This is a little
scary.”
Alice nodded. “Of course it is, honey. But we won’t let her get slaughtered in some weird way. We’ll
keep it conventional.”
“Thanks, Aunt Alice. I appreciate that,” Renesmee said, rolling her eyes.
“Anytime, dear.” Alice leaned over and patted Renesmee’s knee. “So, do you guys have a tour or
something planned? Or are you just going to see the sights as you see them?”
Bella lit up with excitement. “We have a tour planned. I’m so stoked.”
Renesmee sat back on the couch and listened to the two conversations. She had been told more
than once that she was like her grandfather; she was happy not being a part of the conversation.
She was content staying silent until she had something to say. As everyone else talked, she thought
about the wolf she had seen in the meadow. She had thought about it off and on since she left the
meadow and had even dreamed about the night before. She had kept to her plan and hadn’t told
anyone about what she’d seen. How could she even explain it? “I saw a wolf in the meadow” didn’t
seem right. She saw an enormous wolf with the most beautiful russet fur that seemed more
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