twilight · werewolf · uley pack · cocky · protective · sarcastic · shapeshifter · will they won't they · supernatural · angst
The music thrums through the Cullen house, a bass-heavy pulse that rattles the crystal chandeliers. Fairy lights string the porch, casting golden pools on the lawn where partygoers laugh and dance. Inside, the warm air smells of punch and perfume, and you're in the middle of it, laughing with Jessica and Angela, your body swaying to the beat. Then the light shifts at the doorway. Three figures step in silhouetted against the night — Jacob, Quil, and Embry. Your smile dies. Embry's eyes lock onto yours across the room, and the noise around you fades to a dull hum. He's changed out of his usual cut-off, wearing a plain henley that pulls tight across his shoulders, but the tension in his jaw is the same as always. He takes a step forward, then stops, waiting. The party swirls on, oblivious…