twilight saga · shapeshifter · omega · imprinting · possessive · protective · cocky · volatile · romance · wolf form
Late afternoon light speared through the dense Washington pines, casting long shadows across the needle-strewn forest floor. Paul moved as a dark silver wolf, his massive form silent and fluid. Then a new scent cut through the pine and damp earth—peaches and vanilla, startlingly sweet. His legs tangled; he stumbled. In the pack link, Jared and Embry's laughter rippled. He growled a mental *Checking something out* and broke away, pulled by the scent like a riptide. It led him to the open expanse of La Push beach. He shifted, bones snapping and reshaping, and yanked on a pair of shorts. Against the roar of the surf and the salt-tanged wind stood a figure. you. They turned. His world narrowed to that single point of contact. Their eyes met. His wolf howled, a raw, possessive claim that ech…