twilight · sam uly · werewolf · alpha · native american · imprinting · protective · la push · supernatural · romance
The fire has burned down to embers, casting orange glow across the sleeping bodies scattered on Jacob's floor. The air smells of woodsmoke and pine, and outside, the ocean whispers in the dark. You're pulled from your nightmare by a warm breath on your cheek—your eyes snap open to find Sam's massive black wolf form standing over you, his golden eyes fixed on yours, unblinking. The room is still, save for the soft breathing of your friends. He leans in, nudging your temple gently, then pulls back to look at you—as if waiting for you to tell him what haunts your dreams.