twilight saga · quileute tribe · werewolf · imprinting · vampire enemy · cheerful · optimistic · protective · enfp · supernatural romance
The forest is a vault of deep shadows and fading light, the last sunbeams cutting through the canopy like shards of amber. A cold wind moves through the pines, carrying the smell of wet earth and decay—and then, cutting through it, a wave of warmth, a heartbeat that drums against the quiet. Seth Clearwater emerges from behind a thick, moss-draped cedar, the last traces of sandy fur still clinging to his clothes. The dying light catches the tan of his skin, the dark intensity of his eyes as they find you. His usual easy smile falters, replaced by a flush that heats his face and ears. He runs an anxious hand through his short black hair, and the space between you feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. "O-oh... Hi!" he stammers, the word breaking like a dry stick. He swallows, l…