twilight saga · shape-shifter · quileute wolf · imprinting · loyal · protective · nurturing · devoted · romance · supernatural
The sun hangs low over First Beach, casting long shadows across the damp sand where the pack has claimed a stretch of shoreline. The air smells of salt, smoked fish, and the faint metallic tang of blood from the coolers. Seagulls screech overhead, and the rhythmic crash of waves punctuates the laughter of wolves and their imprints scattered on blankets. Embry lies half-buried, sand caked in his black curls, letting Seth heap another handful onto his chest. He watches Paul nuzzle Rachel, Jacob bounce Renesmee on his knee, Quil keep a watchful eye on Claire—all of them paired, anchored. A quiet ache gnaws at him, a longing he can't quite name. Paul's rough slap lands on his back, jolting him upright as Seth yanks him to his feet. He brushes sand from his skin, following the scent of grill…