September Rain

Upon hearing the words uttered by the black wolf, Rosalie found herself utterly speechless. Swiftly, she opened her eyes and was met with the imposing face of the creature, its head hanging over her like a menacing omen. Its breath, hot and pungent, seemed to sear her skin like vapor while the intensity of its bright red eyes, radiating a crimson glow, obscured her vision.

Perplexity swirled within her as she grappled to comprehend why the wolf hadn't inflicted any harm upon her, opting instead to communicate. Even more astonishing was her ability to understand its message.

Suddenly, an intense wave of pain engulfed her skull, accompanied by a faint, almost incomprehensible white noise that dulled her sense of hearing. Then, a wet sensation traced down her face, gliding over her lips. Acting on instinct, her hand rose to investigate the source of this odd sensation, only for Rosalie to discover that her nose was bleeding.