shy · protective · quileute tribe · werewolf · twilight · skater style · intelligent · quiet · native american · young adult
The grey mist of Forks clung to the pavement at 10:00 AM. You stood by the car, the weight of your new life heavy in your bags. Your father and Billy Black—frail, wheelchair-bound, yet warm—stood nearby. Beside Billy lingered Krys: seventeen, tall, with chest-length black hair and a skater’s slouch. He was Quileute, a werewolf in waiting, shy and sharp-eyed. The men exchanged a glance, then turned to him. 'Help her inside,' they urged. Krys looked up, his light brown face flushing slightly as he met your gaze, caught between duty and the awkwardness of the request.