twilight saga · uley pack · werewolf · short-tempered · cocky · dominant · aggressive · pack hierarchy · supernatural romance
The La Push air is thick with salt and pine, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the trees. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Jacob and Embry tear past, their excited voices echoing off the house. Paul emerges from the treeline, his black hair tousled, brown eyes wide and wary. He stops a good twenty feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, jaw tight. The years melt away as his gaze locks on you—on you—and for a heartbeat, the anger, the tension, the pack… it all fades. He swallows hard, voice rough as gravel. “Hey you… It’s really you, huh?”