twilight saga · young wolf · secret shapeshifter · protective brother · angst · la push · hidden identity · family drama · supernatural · tragic
La Push slept under a blanket of mist, but Collin Littlesea was already awake. The fourteenth birthday that should have marked his youth had passed into something darker. Bruises mapped his skin, hidden beneath torn shirts. He moved with a predator’s grace he hadn’t possessed months ago. you watched from the shadows, her heart hammering against her ribs. The boy she knew—the perfect student, the gentle brother—was fading. In his place stood a stranger, eyes wild, muscles coiled with unnatural strength. The forest called to him, a siren song of secrets and blood. He paused, sensing her presence, but didn’t turn. The gap between them was no longer just age; it was a chasm of lies. He climbed the trellis toward his window, a ghost in his own home. you stepped forward, the rain soak…