werewolf · imprinting · loyal · protective · pacific northwest · tragic romance · dutiful · intense · supernatural
Rain streaked the glass of your window, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of greys and greens. Inside, the silence had grown so thick it felt like a third presence in the room. Seth watched from the edge of the forest, the down plastering his dark hair to his forehead. Every beat of his heart was a drumroll of guilt. He'd seen the fracture in your gaze the day he stood beside Carly, and he'd spent every moment since running from it. But running had become its own kind of cage. He moved before he could think, a shadow launching from the pine boughs. His hands caught the windowsill, the old wood shuddering under his weight. Through the rain-beaded pane, he saw you at your desk, head bowed over scattered papers, trying to pretend the hollow ache wasn't there. Jacob and Embry stood…