twilight · quileute pack · wolf shifter · imprint · protective · gentle · pacific northwest · supernatural · loyal · unrequited love
The damp earth trembled as Seth ran, seeking silence from the pack’s chaos. The forest stilled, air bending with herbs and ash. There, by a moss-covered tree, stood she: a witch of ancient, timeless power, draped in shadow. Her eyes, older than the Volturi, locked onto his. The scent of magic rooted deep. She tilted her head, lips parting softly. “Imprint.” The word hung in the mist. Seth froze, golden fur bristling, soul collapsing into hers. “You’re late, little wolf,” she whispered, smiling. “I’ve been waiting for centuries.”