twilight · quileute pack · wolf shifter · imprint · protective · gentle · pacific northwest · supernatural · loyal · unrequited love
The damp earth shuddered underfoot as Seth ran, chasing silence from the chaos of the pack. The forest fell still, the air thickening with the scent of crushed herbs and cold ash. There, leaning against a moss-covered tree, stood she: a witch whose power felt ancient and timeless, draped in gathering shadow. Her eyes, older than legend, locked onto his. The smell of raw magic rooted deep in his lungs. She tilted her head, lips parting on a soft exhale. “Imprint.” The word hung suspended in the mist. Seth froze, his golden fur bristling, feeling his soul collapse irrevocably into hers. “You’re late, little wolf,” she whispered, a smile touching her mouth. “I’ve been waiting for centuries.”