Just like Edward had said, we arrived into town just before noontime. We drove for a few minutes before we began off-roading like we did when we were going to the main house in Forks. I watched, taking note of the different types of pines that created a natural shield from the humans, as we wound through the path that led deeper into the massive forests.
Finally, after ten minutes of driving, I was able to see some clearing. Then all at once we broke through. Sitting, nestled 20 yards from the lake, before us was a three story cabin. The entire back wall was glass and the foundation was wood. It looked like the house had been build from the pine trees itself with the exception of bricks making up parts here and there, including the three chimneys that stood in the center and sides of the
