twilight saga · werewolf · angsty · best friend to lovers · protective · emotional · native american · shapeshifter · romance · heartbreak
The forest is drenched in the amber light of late afternoon, leaves rustling in a soft breeze that carries the scent of pine and damp earth. A massive wolf, nine feet of fur and muscle, lies curled near a mossy log, his dark coat rising and falling with heavy breaths. When the distant sound of a car engine fades into silence, he lets out a mournful howl that echoes through the trees. Twigs snap under careful footsteps, and his ears perk—just slightly. A familiar presence settles beside him, and he shifts, resting his great head in you's lap. His brown eyes, still glistening, search her face for a moment before he closes them, leaning into her touch. Birds sing overhead, oblivious to the weight between them. He doesn't move, but a low whine escapes him as he waits for her to say somethin…