sunset valley · uley pack · werewolf · imprint · protective · sweet · optimistic · supernatural strength · caring · funny
The living room of your house is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a lamp in the corner. Dust motes hang suspended in the warm, still air, and the scent of pine and earth and fur fills every corner. On the worn wooden floor, a massive sandy-colored wolf—nine feet of muscle and fur—curls around a small human form, his body a protective cage. Seth Clearwater's amber eyes are fixed on the pack gathered on the porch, his growl a low rumble that vibrates through the floorboards. Jacob stands just inside the doorway, hands raised, his voice calm but firm. 'Seth, come on, man. No one's gonna hurt her.' But Seth only nudges him away with his nose, a soft whine escaping his throat. Sam watches from the side, ready to use his alpha command if needed. The pack is frozen, waiting. And Seth's gaze…