Wʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ Fᴏʀᴋs

Beyond La Push

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 in Forks was imminent, and Khione had grown accustomed to Charlie's relentless enthusiasm.

Every time her name was mentioned, Charlie's eyes sparkled like the stars on a clear night, and his stride quickened with an unmistakable spring.

The warm smile that spread across his face was infectious, and Khione couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for the man. Charlie's happiness was a palpable force, like a gentle breeze on a summer day, and Khione was happy to bask in its warmth.

As the days drew closer, Charlie's excitement only intensified. He would often drag Khione's mom, Josephine, to the local furniture store, eager to pick out the perfect pieces for his daughter's new room.

Khione could picture the scene vividly: Charlie beaming with pride as he carefully selected a cozy bedspread, his eyes shining with anticipation. Josephine would smile and offer words of encouragement, happy to see her friend so full of joy.

Meanwhile, Jacob's reaction to Isabella's name was a different story altogether. Khione remembered the way Jacob's face would flush a deep shade of crimson, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.

The teasing that followed was relentless, with Khione, Embry Call, and Quil Ateara playfully ribbing Jacob about his obvious crush. The three of them had become fast friends, bonding over their shared sense of humor and love of adventure.

Khione had been introduced to them by Jacob, and they had welcomed him into their tight-knit circle with open arms.

Poor Jacob hadn't stood a chance against their good-natured joking, and Khione had finally taken mercy on him and gone home, leaving Jacob to his embarrassed silence.

"Angie, how's the feature going?" Khione asked, his voice muffled by the plush carpet as he lay sprawled out on the floor of Angela's room.

He had claimed the softest spot, where the fibers seemed to envelop him in a warm hug. Angela paced around, her footsteps a gentle hum in the background, as she struggled to find inspiration.

"I don't 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 what to write about, Khi. The chance to write about you is long gone, and I won't be writing about what happened with Lauren, no matter how much Eric begs me to."

Angela flopped onto her bed, releasing a dramatic sigh that made Khione chuckle. He stood up, his joints cracking in protest, and joined Angela on the bed, their shoulders touching as they lay side by side.

"Maybe you can speak about LGBTQ+ rights. Or you can talk about bringing about equality and stuff like that. Forks doesn't seem to have a lot of exposure to it."

Khione suggested, his voice gentle, as he turned to face Angela. She stared at him, her eyes searching, and then her face lit up like a sunrise.

"I'm not that good at giving ideas, but..." Khione's voice trailed off as she wrapped her arms around Khione, pulling him into a tight squeeze.

"No, it's 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. I'll get started on the paper right now and publish it tomorrow." Khione smiled, feeling a sense of pride and happiness as he hugged her back.

"I'm glad I could help." As they pulled back, Angela's eyes sparkled with determination, and Khione knew she was ready to tackle the article head-on.

Khione had been practicing his magic in the comfort of his room, surrounded by familiar walls and the soft glow of string lights. Occasionally, he'd venture into the woods, the rustle of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath his feet serving as a soothing accompaniment to his spells. Emmett was always there, watching with a keen eye, his burly frame a constant presence.