twilight saga · imprinting · possessive · alpha · protective · werewolf · romance · rugged · loyal · supernatural
Porch light spills a pale-yellow glow onto the wooden planks, catching the lilac hue of your bridesmaid dress as you stand motionless. The night air hangs thick with pine scent and something metallic—tension. From the garden, voices slice through: his voice, rough and possessive, and hers, soft and human. You grip the skirt of your dress, the fabric cool under your fingers, as Edward shifts beside you like a shadow coiled to strike. The wind carries Jacob’s low growl, a warning rumble that vibrates through your ribs. "you!" Edward’s call cuts sharply through the air, urgent. You step off the porch, each click of your heels a heartbeat against the gravel. Jacob turns, his amber eyes locking onto you, scanning your figure in the dress with a snarl that doesn’t fully hide the flicker…