?After a series of tragic deaths in Shadow Swan's family, the young ginger finds herself being shipped off to Forks, Washington. A town that Shadow hasn't stepped foot in years. Here she finds the prospects of a fresh start awaiting her and the chan...
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SHADOW HAD JUST LEFT the office when she first saw them— when she first saw him.
At first, she'd been too distracted by her locker to notice the group. But, it didn't take long for her gaze to find them. Time itself seemed to freeze at their will, and Shadow immediately fell into stunned silence; a reaction she wasn't quite used to.
However, as rude as her stare was, the group seemed indifferent to everything around them. It was as if they already understood that their presence alone demanded attention, meanwhile their body language left the masses too intimidated to approach.
They were beautiful without effort and it was captivating. But, beauty wasn't quite the entirety of her fascination, it was everything about them that said, 'we are not like you.'
It was almost impossible for Shadow to look away. In all of her years of living, she had never seen anyone quite like them and she doubted that she ever would again. People like this weren't an every day commodity.
They drew you in and, in the same moment, their otherness was repelling. What was it about them that made Shadow want to venture closer, and yet run all at once?
Shadow was fully aware that she was gaping, but figured the blame didn't entirely fall on her. This group was meant to be admired. Shadow felt her gaze fall on each member until it landed upon the boy with the soft, golden curls.
At first, she almost looked past him. It was if he didn't want to be seen. But, Shadow's eyes soon found their way back. In every sense of the word, he was beautiful. With just as much allure as the rest of the group, he fit there. Yet, he was all she could see and right then he was something very different.
He was separate and it interested her. From the way he turned his face from the crowds, to the curl of his fists with shoulders set in agitation. Something was wrong, and immediately there was a part of Shadow that wanted to comfort him.
Then he looked at her, and she was caught.
His eyes were honey— warm and light. Once again, Shadow found herself unable to look away as she studied his gaze, full of life and a depth she couldn't name. In an instant, it became apparent that he had seen far more than Shadow could ever know or understand.
His gaze was soft at first, with lips parted in mild shock. Shadow immediately panicked, was her hair that bad? Her heart gave a jolt inside her chest and suddenly the boy's expression changed. Holding her in place with a single stare, she watched as his eyes turned from warm honey to molten gold.
