Alice was still staring out the window when the second vision hit.
This one was gentler than the first—less cosmic upheaval, more like watching a familiar movie with new actors. She saw the Swan house, warm light spilling from the kitchen windows. A girl with brown hair and pale skin, moving with careful precision around the kitchen. And hovering near her, protective and amused, was *him*—the golden-eyed young man from her earlier vision.
But this vision wasn't about Veer. It was about the girl.
*Edward,* Alice thought with crystalline certainty. *Oh, Edward.*
She watched as future-Edward saw future-Bella for the first time, watched his carefully constructed control shatter like glass against pavement. The same overwhelming recognition, the same instant, inexorable pull that her earlier vision had shown between Veer and the Cullen sisters.
*Two cosmic jokes for the price of one,* Alice mused. *The universe really does have a sense of humor.*
"Another one?" Jasper asked, appearing beside her with that uncanny ability he had to sense her emotional shifts.
"Edward's mate," Alice said simply. "She's with Veer. They're... cousins, I think. Both just arrived in Forks."
Jasper's eyebrows rose. "Busy day for the Fates."
"You have no idea."
—
Meanwhile, across town at the Swan house, Veer was discovering that some things were universal constants, regardless of which universe you happened to be living in.
"Please tell me you're kidding," Bella said, staring into the refrigerator with the expression of someone who'd just discovered that Santa Claus was actually a collection agency.
Veer peered over her shoulder at the contents: three bottles of Rainier beer, a container of leftover pizza that looked like it might qualify for archaeological study, and what appeared to be the remains of a sandwich that had seen better decades.
"Welcome to the Charlie Swan culinary experience," he said with fond exasperation. "I see nothing's changed since my last visit."
"How did he survive before we got here?" Bella asked, poking dubiously at something that might once have been cheese.
"Takeout, beer, and sheer masculine stubbornness," Veer replied. "Plus, he's got that whole 'bachelor who eats cereal for dinner' thing down to an art form."
Bella closed the refrigerator with a sigh. "So what do we do? Order pizza?"
"Actually," Veer said, moving toward the basement door, "Charlie's got a freezer downstairs. Man's practically a professional fisherman when he's not protecting and serving the good people of Forks. There should be enough fish down there to feed a small army."
He disappeared down the basement stairs, leaving Bella to contemplate the kitchen with the air of someone facing an insurmountable challenge.
"I can't cook fish," she called after him. "I can barely cook pasta without setting something on fire."
"Lucky for you," Veer's voice echoed from below, "I spent three years helping Renee navigate her various culinary phases. I can cook anything that won't actively fight back."
When he emerged from the basement, he was carrying two beautiful salmon fillets wrapped in freezer paper, along with a package of something that looked suspiciously organized.
"Found these too," he said, setting down what turned out to be individually wrapped portions of various vegetables. "Charlie's more prepared than we thought. He's just... culinarily challenged."
Bella watched with growing amazement as Veer moved around the kitchen with easy confidence, pulling out pans and seasonings like he actually knew what he was doing.
"Where did you learn to cook?" she asked.
"Necessity," Veer replied, unwrapping the salmon and checking it for quality. "Remember Renee's raw food phase? The month she decided we were all going to be breatharian and survive on air and positive thinking? The six months she was convinced that cooking destroyed the 'life energy' of vegetables?"
Bella winced. "The green smoothie era."
"Exactly. Someone had to make sure we didn't all waste away to nothing." He seasoned the salmon with movements that were both precise and relaxed. "Plus, I actually like cooking. There's something satisfying about taking raw ingredients and turning them into something that makes people happy."
As he worked, preparing what was shaping up to be an actual proper meal, Bella found herself studying her cousin with new appreciation. She'd always known Veer was reliable—he'd been the steady one during all of Renee's various enthusiasms and relationship dramas. But watching him now, she realized there was something different about him. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Veer?" she said suddenly.
"Mm?" He was focused on getting the temperature right on the stovetop.
"Are you... okay? I mean, really okay? With all this?" She gestured vaguely at the kitchen, the house, the situation. "The permanent move, leaving everything behind?"
Veer paused, his hands stilling on the pan handle. For a moment, she thought she saw something flicker across his expression—something deep and complicated and maybe a little sad.
"You know what's funny?" he said finally. "I keep feeling like this isn't really a new start. More like... coming home to something I didn't know I was missing."
"That doesn't really answer my question."
He smiled, and there was something in that smile that made Bella's chest tighten with recognition. She'd seen that expression on his face before, usually when he was being protective of someone—her, Renee, random strangers who looked like they needed help.
"I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be," he said simply. "Taking care of the people who matter to me, in a place where I can actually make a difference. What more could I want?"
Before Bella could respond, Charlie's voice drifted in from the living room: "Something smells amazing in there! Please tell me one of you kids has magical cooking powers I didn't know about."
"That would be Veer," Bella called back. "Apparently he's been holding out on us."
"Best news I've heard all week!" Charlie appeared in the kitchen doorway, his relief palpable. "Veer, you just became my favorite nephew."
"I'm your only nephew, Uncle Charlie."
"Still counts."
As they sat down to what was easily the best meal the Swan house had seen in years, Veer found himself watching his family with a strange mix of affection and cosmic awareness. These people—this gruff, caring man who'd stepped up without question when tragedy struck, this awkward, loyal girl who was about to stumble into the supernatural love story of the century—they were his responsibility now.
*And somewhere out there,* he thought, glancing toward the forest-covered hills that surrounded Forks, *vampires and werewolves are going about their supernatural business, completely unaware that everything's about to change.*
He took a bite of perfectly cooked salmon and grinned.
*This is going to be interesting.*
Outside, rain began to fall in the gentle, persistent way that seemed to be Forks' specialty, and if Veer had been paying attention to more than just the warmth of family dinner, he might have noticed the elegant figure standing motionless at the edge of the tree line, golden eyes fixed on the lighted windows of the Swan house with an expression of absolute, stunned recognition.
But Edward Cullen would have to wait his turn.
Tonight was about family, food, and the strange comfort of being exactly where you belonged, even when where you belonged happened to be a universe you'd once criticized extensively.
Tomorrow, Veer reflected as Charlie told an enthusiastic story about his latest fishing expedition, would be plenty of time for vampires.
—
Meanwhile, in the elegant living room of the Cullen house, three sisters sat in a triangle of contemplative silence, each processing Alice's revelation in her own way.
Edythe occupied the antique armchair by the window with characteristic poise, her copper hair catching the lamplight as she stared out at the rain-darkened forest. Her fingers traced absent patterns on the chair's arm—the only sign of her internal turmoil.
Jessamyn had claimed the leather sofa, her honey-blonde hair spilling over one shoulder as she sat with perfect posture, hands folded in her lap. To anyone else, she might have looked serene, but her sisters could read the tactical assessment happening behind her golden eyes.
Eleanor perched on the edge of the coffee table, unable to sit still, her auburn hair slightly mussed from running her fingers through it. Every few moments she'd bounce slightly, energy radiating from her compact frame like heat from a flame.
"So," Eleanor said finally, breaking the silence with characteristic directness. "Anyone else feeling like we should probably talk about this?"
"What exactly is there to discuss?" Edythe's voice carried that refined control that marked all her emotions. "Alice saw what she saw. We can hardly argue with a vision."
"Oh, I don't know, sugar," Jessamyn drawled, her accent more pronounced than usual. "Seems to me there's plenty to hash out. Starting with the logistics of how exactly three vampires share one human mate without accidentally killing him."
Eleanor's eyes lit up. "Well, when you put it like that, it does sound like a challenge. I do love a good challenge."
Edythe finally turned from the window, fixing her youngest sister with a look that was part exasperation, part fondness. "Eleanor, this isn't a game. We're talking about someone's life. Someone who, according to Alice, has enough divine power to potentially survive our... attentions, but still."
"I know it's not a game," Eleanor protested, though her grin suggested otherwise. "I'm just saying, if we're going to do this, we might as well do it right. And 'right' in this case apparently means figuring out how to be a supernatural throuple without anyone dying."
Jessamyn leaned back, studying her sisters with sharp attention. "Y'know, I've been thinking about what Alice said. About him knowing our story already. What if he knows about... this? About us sharing him?"
"You think he might have seen it coming?" Edythe asked, something like hope flickering across her features.
"Think about it," Jessamyn continued, warming to her theory. "Alice said he acts like he's watching a story he's heard before. What if he has? What if he knows exactly what he's walking into?"
Eleanor bounced to her feet, pacing in a small circle. "That would actually make this so much easier. No awkward 'surprise, we're vampires' conversation. No 'by the way, you're apparently destined for all three of us' bombshell. Just... straight to figuring out how it works."
"If it works," Edythe murmured.
Both her sisters turned to look at her.
"What do you mean?" Eleanor asked.
Edythe's composure cracked slightly, revealing uncertainty beneath the elegant facade. "I mean... what if one of us connects with him more strongly than the others? What if the whole 'shared mate' thing is just the universe's idea of a cruel joke—putting us in a position where we have to compete with each other?"
The question hung in the air like a challenge.
Jessamyn was the first to respond, her voice gentle but firm. "Edythe, honey, we've been sisters for over a century. We've faced the Volturi together, moved across the country more times than I can count, and shared everything from hunting territories to wardrobes. You really think some boy—however divine—is going to tear us apart?"
"Some boy who's supposedly perfect for all of us," Eleanor added, settling back onto the coffee table. "I mean, think about it. What are the odds that the universe would give us someone who could love each of us exactly as we are, if we weren't capable of handling it?"
Edythe's expression softened. "When you put it like that..."
"Besides," Eleanor continued with a mischievous grin, "I've always been good at sharing. Remember when we were newborns? I shared my first deer with both of you."
"You did not," Jessamyn protested. "You fought us for every drop."
"Details," Eleanor waved dismissively. "The point is, I'm evolved now. Mature. Sophisticated."
"You literally arm-wrestled Emmett for the right to wrestle that grizzly yesterday," Edythe pointed out.
"That was different. That was a grizzly."
Despite herself, Edythe smiled—the first genuine smile she'd managed since Alice's vision. "You two are ridiculous."
"Ridiculously awesome," Eleanor corrected. "And ridiculously committed to making this work, if it's what fate has in store for us."
Jessamyn nodded slowly. "Truth is, I've been thinking about what it might be like. Sharing someone. And you know what? It doesn't scare me as much as I thought it would. We balance each other out in everything else—Edythe's restraint, Eleanor's enthusiasm, my tactical thinking. Maybe that's exactly what he needs too."
"A complete support system," Edythe mused. "Someone to match his protective instincts with our own fierce loyalty to family."
"Someone who understands that love doesn't have to be singular to be real," Eleanor added, her voice unusually serious.
They sat in companionable quiet for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts about possibilities and complications and the strange cosmic joke that had apparently made them into a matching set.
"There is one other thing we should probably discuss," Jessamyn said eventually.
"What's that?" Edythe asked.
"Well, sugar, if Alice is right about the timing, we're going to meet him tomorrow. At school." Jessamyn's smile turned slightly predatory. "Question is: do we coordinate our approach, or do we let it happen naturally?"
Eleanor perked up immediately. "Oh, definitely coordinate. I vote for maximum impact. Really make an impression."
"Eleanor," Edythe warned, "we're trying to ease him into this supernatural situation, not overwhelm him."
"Who says we can't do both?" Eleanor shot back. "Alice said he already knows about us. So why not give him something worth knowing about?"
Jessamyn chuckled. "She's got a point. And honestly, if he's meant for all three of us, he's going to have to get used to our... collective presence eventually."
Edythe considered this, her fingers resuming their absent tracing patterns. "You know what? You're right. If this is fate, then we might as well meet it head-on."
"Together?" Eleanor asked.
"Together," Edythe confirmed.
"Together," Jessamyn agreed.
Outside, the rain continued to fall in sheets, and somewhere across town, a young man with divine power and cosmic knowledge was finishing dinner with his family, completely unaware that three of the most dangerous and beautiful creatures in the world were planning their introduction.
But then again, maybe he already knew.
After all, according to Alice, he knew everything else.
—
"That," Charlie announced, pushing back from the table with a satisfied sigh, "was the best meal I've had in this house since... well, possibly ever."
"Don't get too used to it," Bella warned, though she was smiling. "I'm pretty sure Veer's cooking skills are supernatural. I can barely make toast without setting off the smoke detector."
"Practice makes perfect," Veer said diplomatically, already clearing plates. "Besides, someone's got to make sure Uncle Charlie doesn't live entirely on beer and whatever constitutes food at the diner."
"Hey now," Charlie protested mildly. "The diner has perfectly good pie."
"Pie is not a food group, Uncle Charlie."
"Says who?"
As they cleaned up—Veer washing, Bella drying, Charlie supervising from his position leaning against the counter—the conversation naturally drifted toward tomorrow.
"So," Charlie said, "first day at Forks High. You kids nervous?"
Bella made a sound that could generously be interpreted as noncommittal. Veer glanced at her with amusement.
"Bella's thrilled about the social opportunities," he said solemnly. "All those new people to not talk to."
"I talk to people," Bella protested.
"You talk to *me*. And Charlie. And sometimes the checkout lady at the grocery store if she asks you a direct question."
"That's people."
"That's family and service industry professionals who are paid to be polite to you."
Charlie chuckled. "He's got you there, Bells. But don't worry—Forks High is small enough that everyone knows everyone. You'll fit right in."
*If only he knew,* Veer thought, remembering exactly how well Bella was going to "fit in" once she caught the attention of a certain bronze-haired vampire. *Though I suppose being the police chief's daughter does provide some social advantages.*
"What about you, Veer?" Charlie asked. "Looking forward to it?"
Veer considered the question. Tomorrow, he'd walk into Forks High School armed with complete knowledge of every supernatural entity in town, divine powers he was still figuring out, and apparently a cosmic destiny involving three vampire sisters who were probably planning their introduction as they spoke.
"Yeah," he said finally. "I think it's going to be... educational."
—
Later, as Charlie settled into his evening routine of beer and ESPN, Bella and Veer found themselves in the living room, ostensibly organizing school supplies but actually procrastinating.
"I can't believe we have to start over," Bella said, staring at her schedule. "New school, new people, new everything."
"Could be fun," Veer offered, though he was more focused on the subtle vibrations he'd been feeling all evening. Something was out there in the forest—multiple somethings, actually. Watching. Waiting. "Besides, you've got me as a buffer. I'll handle all the social interaction while you perfect your 'mysterious new girl' persona."
"I don't have a mysterious new girl persona."
"You will by the end of the first week. Trust me."
Bella studied him curiously. "You're different, you know."
Veer's attention snapped to her. "Different how?"
"I don't know. More... confident, maybe? Like you know something the rest of us don't." She tilted her head, considering. "Actually, you've been like that since we got off the plane. Like you're looking forward to something."
*If only she knew that 'something' included preventing her from making a series of spectacularly dangerous romantic decisions while navigating my own supernatural soap opera.*
"Maybe I'm just ready for a change," he said carefully. "Phoenix was getting a little... predictable."
"Since when do you like unpredictability?"
*Since I died, got reborn with divine powers, and learned I'm destined to be shared by three vampire sisters.*
"People change," he said instead. "Besides, you're the one who wanted to come to Forks. I'm just along for the ride."
Bella was quiet for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Veer?"
"Yeah?"
"Promise me something."
"What?"
"If things get weird here—I mean, really weird—you'll tell me? We've always looked out for each other. I don't want that to change just because we're in a new place."
Veer felt a pang of something that might have been guilt. Bella had no idea what she was walking into tomorrow. The vampires, the werewolves, the supernatural love triangle that would consume the next few years of her life. And here she was, worried about normal teenage drama.
"I promise," he said, and meant it. "Whatever happens, we stick together. Deal?"
"Deal."
They shook on it, and Veer tried not to think about how complicated that promise was going to become.
—
An hour later, Veer lay in his narrow bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the house settle around him. Charlie's snores drifted from down the hall, steady and reassuring. Bella's room was silent—she'd always been a quiet sleeper.
But Veer's mind was racing.
Tomorrow, everything would begin. He'd walk into that cafeteria and see the Cullens for the first time—not as characters in a movie, but as real, dangerous, beautiful beings who were apparently cosmically connected to him. He'd watch Bella see Edward and witness the exact moment her fate sealed itself. He'd have to navigate high school as someone who knew everyone's secrets while pretending to be a normal teenager.
*Normal teenager with divine powers and meta-knowledge of supernatural soap opera plots,* he corrected mentally. *Just your average Monday.*
The subtle vibrations he'd been feeling all evening were stronger now. His enhanced senses picked up movement in the forest—graceful, purposeful, inhuman. They were out there, watching the house. Probably trying to get his scent, to confirm what Alice had seen.
*Three of them,* he realized, focusing on the distinct patterns of movement. *The sisters.*
For a moment, he was tempted to go to the window, to acknowledge their presence somehow. But instinct—both human and divine—warned him against it. Let them wonder. Let them approach tomorrow on uncertain ground.
He had advantages they didn't know about yet.
Rolling onto his side, Veer caught sight of his reflection in the darkened window. Even in the dim light, his features were sharp, defined, touched with that otherworldly quality that came from divine blessing. He looked like someone who could handle dating three vampires simultaneously.
*I just hope I actually can,* he thought.
Because despite all his meta-knowledge, despite his divine powers and cosmic confidence, there was one thing he couldn't predict: his own heart. How would he react when he actually met them? When he looked into those golden eyes and felt whatever supernatural pull Alice had seen in her vision?
*Guess I'll find out tomorrow.*
Outside, the watchers in the forest finally withdrew, melting back into the darkness with inhuman grace. The house settled into true quiet, and Veer let himself drift toward sleep, his dreams filled with golden eyes and the certainty that his life—both of them—had led him exactly where he needed to be.
Tomorrow would bring vampires, werewolves, and the beginning of the most complicated love story in supernatural history.
Tonight, though, he was just Veer Dwyer, seventeen years old, living with his uncle and cousin in a small town where it rained too much.
It was a good place to start.
Even if it wouldn't last long.
—
Veer's eyes snapped open at 2:47 AM, his chest heaving as the dream faded but its echoes remained. Golden light. Ancient temples. The roar of something vast and protective rising from depths he'd never known he possessed. His skin felt too tight, like he was trying to contain something that was meant to be free.
*The dreams,* he realized, sitting up slowly. *Veer Dwyer's dreams. But they feel like... memories.*
His body thrummed with restless energy that had nothing to do with caffeine or teenage metabolism. This was something primal, something that demanded movement, space, *freedom*. The walls of his small room felt like a cage, and every instinct screamed at him to get *out*.
Moving with careful quiet, he slipped from his bed and padded to the window. The forest stretched endlessly before him, dark and inviting and somehow... calling to him. Without really thinking about it, he pulled off his t-shirt, leaving him in just his sleep shorts. Shoes would only slow him down.
*This is insane,* the rational part of his mind whispered. *You're about to jump off a roof in your underwear because of a dream.*
But the other part—the part that hummed with divine power and ancient purpose—whispered back: *You're about to discover what you really are.*
He eased the window open and climbed onto the roof with movements that should have been clumsy but felt perfectly natural. The cool night air hit his skin, and something deep inside him *purred* with satisfaction.
The jump to the ground should have been difficult, possibly dangerous. Instead, Veer landed in a perfect crouch, his bare feet making almost no sound on the wet grass. His legs absorbed the impact effortlessly, and he straightened with a grin of pure wonder.
*Okay. That was definitely not normal human capability.*
The forest beckoned.
He started with a jog, testing his limits. His pace would have been impressive for any human athlete, but it felt like walking. So he picked up speed. Faster. Faster still. Trees blurred past him, branches whipping by so close they should have torn his skin, but somehow he was always exactly where he needed to be to avoid them.
The world began to shift. Colors became more vivid, sounds more distinct. He could hear heartbeats—small creatures in the underbrush, larger things moving deeper in the forest. His own heartbeat thundered in his ears like a war drum.
And still, he felt like he was holding back.
*Let go,* something whispered from the depths of his soul. *Let me out.*
The rational part of his mind tried to protest, but it was overwhelmed by the sheer rightness of the feeling. This wasn't losing control—this was finally finding it.
Veer stopped running and closed his eyes, letting the transformation wash over him.
Heat exploded through his body, but it wasn't painful—it was like coming home. His muscles expanded, not with the awkward bulk of human bodybuilding, but with the perfect, predatory strength of a divine protector. His frame stretched taller, broader, more imposing. His face elongated slightly, taking on more angular, leonine features while still remaining recognizably him.
And then the mane began to grow.
Golden hair cascaded from his head and neck, thick and magnificent, marking him as what he truly was: Narasimha, the divine protector, the lion-man who stood between the innocent and those who would harm them.
When the transformation completed, Veer—*Narasimha*—opened eyes that now glowed with inner fire and *ran*.
The world slowed to a crawl around him. Raindrops hung suspended in the air like crystals. A night bird, mid-flight, seemed frozen between wingbeats. He moved between the trees like liquid lightning, his enhanced senses cataloging every scent, every sound, every movement in a radius that stretched for miles.
He was magnificent. He was terrifying. He was *free*.
Miles passed beneath his feet in what felt like heartbeats. When he finally felt the urge to stop, he found himself on a rocky outcrop high above the forest, the lights of Forks spread below him like scattered stars.
The roar built in his chest without conscious thought—a sound that contained centuries of divine authority, protective fury, and pure, overwhelming *presence*. When he released it, it shattered the night silence like thunder, rolling across the forest and beyond with the weight of cosmic power behind it.
Every creature within twenty miles froze. Every supernatural being in the area felt their instincts snap to attention.
And in the elegant Cullen house, ten vampires went completely still.
—
"What," Eleanor breathed, her compact form vibrating with sudden, overwhelming *need*, "was *that*?"
The roar had cut through the night like a blade, but for the three Cullen sisters, it had done something far more profound. If their hearts had been capable of beating, they would have been hammering against their ribs. If their bodies had been capable of producing heat, they would have been burning.
Jessamyn's honey-blonde hair whipped around her face as she spun toward the sound's source, her golden eyes wide and pupils dilated. "That," she said in a voice that was barely controlled, "was *him*."
Edythe had gone completely motionless, the kind of supernatural stillness that happened when every instinct was screaming conflicting commands. Her marble features were flushed with something that transcended mere interest, and when she spoke, her refined voice was rough with want.
"He's... he's *magnificent*."
In the main living room, the rest of the family was having their own reactions. Carlisle and Esme exchanged meaningful looks—they'd felt the power in that roar, recognized it as something far beyond normal supernatural ability. Edward had gone rigid, his bronze hair falling across his face as he processed what his enhanced hearing had picked up. Alice was grinning like she'd just won the lottery.
But it was Emmett who voiced what they were all thinking: "Okay, that was definitely not human. That was barely even *normal* supernatural. What the hell is your mate, girls?"
"Divine," Alice said simply, her eyes still unfocused with vision-sight. "I told you—there's ancient light in him. That roar... that was the sound of a protector announcing his presence."
Jasper, meanwhile, was staring at his three sisters with growing fascination. The emotional cocktail radiating from them was unlike anything he'd ever encountered—desire, yes, but layered with recognition, possessiveness, and something that felt almost like *reverence*.
"You can feel him," he observed. "All three of you. Even from here."
"It's like..." Eleanor started, then stopped, running her hands through her auburn hair in frustration. "It's like every cell in my body just woke up and started paying attention."
"Like he's calling to us specifically," Jessamyn added, her Texas drawl more pronounced than usual. "Not just any supernatural creature—*us*."
Edythe was at the window now, staring out toward the forest where the roar had originated. "How far away is he?"
"Miles," Alice replied. "But does it matter? You're all thinking about running to him."
It wasn't a question.
"The thought had crossed my mind," Eleanor admitted with characteristic honesty.
"Mine too," Jessamyn said.
Edythe remained silent, but her posture spoke volumes.
"Well," Emmett said cheerfully, "this is going to make tomorrow interesting. Think he'll show up to school smelling like pine trees and divine power?"
"He'll be there," Alice said with certainty. "And girls? You might want to prepare yourselves. If that roar is any indication of what he's like when he's not holding back..." She smiled mysteriously. "Let's just say tomorrow is going to be very educational for all of you."
Outside, the forest had fallen completely silent, as if every creature was waiting to see what would happen next.
And high above them all, on a rocky outcrop that overlooked their entire world, a golden-maned figure stood silhouetted against the stars, breathing hard and grinning with the pure joy of finally knowing exactly what he was capable of.
The beast was awake.
And tomorrow, everyone would see what that meant.
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