Turning.

[Alice Cullen]

I look out the window of my suite in Volterra. A group of Volturi, cloaked in capes gliding down below me. Moving through their lives so seamlessly, while I, here feel as though I am stuck. 

Turning my glance from the scene outside to my reflection in the window glass. My hand raises to my neck where my Cullen crest sits. It has been there for as long as I can remember and even before that, I had visioned and dreamed of the day that I could belong and feel this very crest against my skin. I still remember the day that Carlisle presented the necklace to me. I knew it was coming, I of course had seen it in premonition over and over and yet, here, in real life, there was nothing in this world like it. 

The Cullens were mine and I was theirs. 

So why is it that when I glance at the small Volturi pin that now adorns my sweater, gifted from Renata, do I feel drawn to it? 

Is it possible that I really feel this strong pull to turn from the family I had known for so long to now join this new family that stand for everything the Cullens work so hard to counter? How can this be? My logic says that the Cullens are my home, my family.  Reason tells me that I love Jasper, my hear and very soul belong to him. 

Are the Volturi using tricks and gifts to sway me or is this really the new path that I am destined to desire?

A reminder that each step we take, each decision we make truly designs our truest fate.