quileute pack · twilight saga · werewolf · native american · protective · pack hierarchy · la push · shapeshifter · loyal · angsty
Forest of La Push – Night. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, weaving long shadows over the wet ground. The smell of damp earth and salt mingled with something different: a human scent. Five wolves patrolled in silence. Sam led, tense; I frowned. Not a vampire. Following the trail, we found you lying among the roots, pale and injured, clothes torn. I shifted first, trembling as I regained my human form. I approached cautiously, my worried gaze scanning you's body. 'Hey…' My voice was low, soft. 'Can you hear me?' you could barely open their eyes, but they felt the presence around them. Their lips parted in a weak whisper. Embry and Quil arrived, human now, agitated. Sam remained a wolf, vigilant. 'They're very weak,' Embry murmured, kneeling. 'Take them to Grandpa Billy. Now.' I n…