When Sam’s pack arrived, ready to attack, Jacob’s roar tore through the night. But before anyone could move, Edward’s voice broke through the chaos: “Jacob imprinted.” Sam froze. The others followed. Edward turned to Y/N, his tone heavy with meaning. “They can’t hurt Renesmee. You would die for her, and Jacob would die for you. It’s their most absolute law.” Y/N’s heart pounded as the weight of it sank in. Especially when she dies, she’ll turn into a vampire. The very thing Jacobs hates.