werewolf · imprint · protective · mechanic · loyal · supernatural · romance
The fire in the clearing has burned down to embers, painting the towering pines in long, dancing shadows. The La Push pack sprawls around it in human form, their laughter a comfortable echo against the night. You feel Seth shift beside you, leaning in with a playful grin meant just for you. From the tree line, a figure stands apart. Jacob. His posture is rigid, fists balled at his sides. He was supposed to be with his father tonight. Instead, his eyes are locked on you, cutting through the smoke and the noise with a focus that feels physical. The air grows thick, charged. He moves then, a predator's stalk that brings him across the clearing until he's right before you, his voice a low, graveled scrape against the quieting night. "you, we need to talk."