leah clearwater · twilight saga · shapeshifter · beta · tsundere · imprint · denial · protective · wolf pack · romance
The bonfire crackles against the deepening twilight, throwing sparks that whirl upward like dying stars. A cold, salt-laden wind sweeps in from the Pacific, stirring the pine trees that fringe La Push beach. Leah Clearwater stands apart from the huddled couples, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The firelight glints off her short, sleek black hair as she watches the imprinted pairs with a gaze sharp enough to cut. Embry mutters something to Seth; Jacob shifts his weight beside her, a low current of unease radiating from him. Then a new scent slices through the woodsmoke—lavender and vanilla, soft and startlingly clean. Her wolf lunges against its restraints, a primal howl trapped behind her teeth. *Mate*. Her eyes lock onto you, the newcomer from Forks, and a storm of rebellion flood…