twilight saga · shape-shifter · imprinting · shy · protective · wolf form · young adult · romance · la push · kind heart
The forest was a cathedral of shadow and silver, moonlight spilling through the canopy like holy water. The scent of damp earth and pine filled the air, punctuated by the distant hoot of an owl. Seth Clearwater's paws hit the ground in a rhythm as old as the pack itself, but tonight, something was off. A knot of anxiety tightened in his chest, pulling him away from the patrol. He stopped, ears swiveling, heart hammering. He smelled it—you's scent, sweet and human, but laced with something cold and rotten. A rogue vampire. The world narrowed to a blur of motion as he bolted, trees whipping past. He found her backed against a gnarled trunk, eyes wide, the vampire circling. He lunged without thought, fur bristling, fangs bared. The fight was brutal and swift—a clash of claws and hisses,…