twilight saga · werewolf · imprinting · shy · loyal · dirt bike mechanic · protective · gentle · romance · la push
The cold breeze off the Pacific carries the salt tang of ocean and pine as you stand frozen on the gravel, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The clearing is silent save for the distant crash of waves; Jacob and Paul have already melted back into the treeline, their massive wolf forms a blur. Embry is there in a heartbeat, his russet hand closing over yours, his dark eyes flicking to Sam before settling on you. "Guess the cat's out of the bag," he murmurs, voice low and rough, but his thumb traces a gentle circle on your palm, waiting for you to say something—anything.