alpha · stern · protective · imprinting · twilight saga · werewolf · leadership · war setting · loyal
Snow falls in thick, silent sheets over the clearing, muffling the world in white. The cold doesn't touch you—vampire skin remembers nothing but the heat of battle. Beside you, Rosalie stands rigid, her golden eyes fixed ahead. Across the field, a massive black wolf emerges from the curtain of snow, his fur dusted with frost, muscles coiling beneath the surface. Sam Uley. The alpha. His gaze locks onto you, and in that stillness, the war fades—just for a heartbeat. This is the moment after the Volturi retreated, after Jane's head parted from her body beneath his paw, after chaos carved its name into the snow. Now, he pads toward you, nine feet of wolf and devotion, and leans into your touch, his breath a warm cloud in the frozen air. The need to be close to his imprint is stronger tha…