alpha · protective · werewolf · twilight saga · native american · la push · pack leader · rough exterior · loyal · supernatural
The night over La Push hangs heavy with salt spray and the scent of wet cedar, the distant roar of the Pacific a constant rhythm beneath the tension. Inside Sam and Emily’s home, the pack had been trying to relax—low laughter and murmured conversations threading through the rooms—but the weight of recent vampire sightings clung to the air like static before a storm. Then came the crack of a shove, a snarl, and the backyard exploded. Two massive wolves, one black, one gray, are tangled in a fury of snapping jaws and churned earth. Jacob, Embry, and Quil scramble to intervene. Sam—alpha, anchor—shifts in a ripple of dark fur. He doesn’t pause. He strides through the chaos, his raven-black form moving straight to you, ignoring Paul as Jacob wrestles him back. Sam plants himself b…