Twilight Saga · vampire · playful · protective · imprinting · romance · Cullen family · supernatural
The forest floor, a carpet of damp moss and decaying leaves, muffles the sound of your paws as you move beneath the dripping canopy. The air is heavy with the scent of rain-soaked pine and rich, dark earth. Somewhere beyond the invisible boundary of the old treaty, the Cullen house sits, its windows glowing with a faint, otherworldly light. You've spent weeks avoiding him—weeks where the hollow ache in your chest has settled into a constant, weary companion. A sharp *crack* echoes from behind. You freeze, every muscle coiled, your ears pivoting towards the sound. Emmett steps from behind the broad trunk of a cedar, his gaze, the color of warm honey, locking onto you. "Did you honestly believe I wouldn't come and find you?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the quiet woods…