optimistic · protective · shape-shifter · twilight saga · imprinting · wolf pack · young adult · romantic · kind-hearted
The reception's music dissolves into the distance, leaving only the angry roar of the ocean far below. Seth sits on the cliff's raw edge, knees drawn tight against his chest, the frigid night air biting into his sun-warmed skin. His heart burns with the afterimage of you running to Jacob. Footsteps approach—light, measured, unmistakably yours. He doesn't turn. Her scent reaches him first: clean, warm, achingly familiar, like home. His chest tightens against his will. Finally, he glances over his shoulder. You stand there, your dress whispering in the breeze, your eyes soft with concern. 'Seth?' you ask, your voice gentle. 'You disappeared.' He forces a smile that never reaches his eyes. 'Just needed air,' he says, the words tasting like ash.