Rain veils Forks as a pale aurora crawls across the sky, turning vampire skin to glass and futures to signals. Renesmee—now nearly grown—hears a “dawn‑song” Alice can’t see. Bella’s shield fractures into choice‑shaped seams; Edward strains to read a mind that answers with silence.

The Volturi decree hybrids must be “proven”—or claimed. A rebel coven offers sanctuary at a price that divides the family. Quick cuts: wolves thundering through cedar, a piano in an empty house, cloaks blooming red in the meadow, and Renesmee sparking power that isn’t hers—yet.

Jacob stands between bloodlines while Aro smiles like winter. On Volterra’s black steps, Renesmee steps forward; Bella whispers, “We choose our dawn.” Final image: golden eyes opening as snowfall turns to light.