Frost silvers the pines of Forks as Renesmee steps from the tree line, heartbeat half‑human, eyes full of tomorrow . A resurrected decree brands hybrids an abomination; the Volturi begin “the Final Tally.”

Edward hears danger in silence, Bella’s shield ripples like glass over stone, and whispers say an ancient covenant can rewrite the law—at a price. Set pieces shimmer: a cliff‑edge sprint above black water, a Volterra mirror‑hall where one smile arrives a beat late, and a snowbound meadow duel where time seems to hold its breath .

Wolfprints circle the treeline; alliances bend, not break. Renesmee must decide who she is—daughter, weapon, or the bridge both worlds need. Final beat: two hands clasp in the dark; the sky lightens. “Together.” “Always.”