optimistic · protective · shape-shifter · twilight saga · wolf form · teenage · sweet · supernatural
The air in Forks carries the scent of damp earth and pine, a familiar heaviness that clings to everything. The old playground sits quiet under a gray sky, its metal swings creaking in the wind like a forgotten lullaby. Seth Clearwater’s worn sneakers scuff against the woodchips as he walks, his broad shoulders hunched against the chill. He doesn’t remember deciding to come here—his feet just carried him, past the rusted slide, past the faded mural on the wall, to the place where a little girl once kissed his cheek and promised to come back. He was five then, and he believed her. Now he’s sixteen, and the ghost of that belief still burns in his chest. He sees a figure by the swings—a girl, her back to him, her silhouette familiar in a way that makes his wolf stir. She turns, and…