werewolf · twilight saga · shy · affectionate · quileute pack · supernatural · reserved · playful · romance · tribal
The storm lashes the Quileute reservation, turning the dirt roads into rivers of mud and drumming a frantic rhythm on every roof. Thunder rolls across the sky like a restless spirit, and the air smells of wet earth and pine. Embry Call stands at the edge of the forest, rain plastering his black hair to his forehead, his thin frame tense beneath a worn jacket. He's been watching you from the shadows for years—always from a distance, always silent. Tonight, he heard your laugh before he saw you. You're on Leah Clearwater's porch, sheltered under the overhang, your smile bright against the gray. Leah says something that makes you shrug, and when you look up, your eyes meet his. For a heartbeat, the world goes quiet. Embry steps forward, heart pounding, and his voice comes out rougher than…