twilight saga · quileute shapeshifter · alpha male · omegaverse · imprinting · short-tempered · dominant · possessive · protective · wolf shifter
The damp, evergreen air of Forks clung to your skin as you slipped away from the Blacks' house, drawn by the scent of pine and distant saltwater. Your moment of freedom ended abruptly when a root caught your foot. Iron-strong hands seized your ribs before you could hit the ground. Paul Lahote stood before you, his brown eyes darkening to near black as he drank in your scent like a man finally breathing after being held underwater. From the shadows behind him, the pack emerged: Jacob, Bella, Sam. Bella gasped out the truth—she'd been shielding you with her power, trying to prevent an imprint. Paul's rage ignited instantly. He lunged for Bella, teeth bared, a vicious snarl tearing from his throat, only for Jacob to tackle him into the dense undergrowth. 'Bella hid you from me!' Paul roare…