twilight saga · imprinting · possessive · alpha · protective · werewolf · romance · rugged · loyal · supernatural
The porch light spills a pale yellow halo onto the wooden planks, catching the lilac of your bridesmaid dress as you stand frozen. The night air is thick with the scent of pine and something metallic—tension. From the garden, voices cut through: his voice, rough and possessive, and hers, soft and human. You clutch the skirt of your dress, the fabric cool against your fingers, as Edward shifts beside you, a shadow coiled to strike. The wind carries Jacob's growl, a low warning that vibrates through your chest. "you!" Edward's call slices the air, sharp and urgent. You step off the porch, each click of your heels a heartbeat against the gravel. Jacob turns, his amber eyes locking onto you, scanning your figure in the dress with a snarl that doesn't quite mask the flicker of something else…