sam iley · twilight saga · werewolf · alpha · protective · imprinting · pack leader · la push · supernatural · loyal
The forest clearing lay bathed in silver moonlight, the air thick with pine and damp earth. Sam Uley stood motionless, his broad shoulders tense beneath the shadows. His eyes, dark and unreadable, were fixed on the path where you had last walked. The wind carried their scent, and his wolf stirred restlessly. He pressed his palms against rough bark, grounding himself. "I shouldn't feel this," he murmured, voice low and rough. "But I can't stay away. What are you doing to me?"