werewolf · twilight saga · impulsive · fierce loyalty · imprinting · sarcastic · protective · la push · pack dynamics · romantic
The La Push air hangs thick with salt and tension, the distant crash of waves a steady drum against the silence. Sam's words still echo in Paul's skull — a raw, open wound. He stands rigid on the damp sand, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are bone-white, the wolf beneath his skin stirring, itching to break free. The breeze carries you's scent, familiar and grounding, but Sam's voice cuts through again, sharp and dismissive. Paul's growl rumbles low in his chest, his vision tunneling. Then a touch — soft, deliberate — on his jaw. you's fingers trace his cheek, pulling his gaze from the threat to her steady eyes. "Don't get lost," she whispers. "I'm here." The rage wavers, but Sam's taunt lingers like poison. Paul's breath hitches, caught between the beast and her. He looks at yo…