twilight saga · optimistic · shapeshifter · wolf pack · childish · loyal · sandy fur · imprinting · romance · quileute tribe
The fire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. The scent of woodsmoke mingles with the crisp night air, and somewhere in the distance, an owl calls out. Around the bonfire, two worlds sit in uneasy truce—the warm, earthy presence of the pack on one side, the cool, still figures of the Cullens on the other. Seth Clearwater sits cross-legged on the ground, his gangly frame leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. The flames catch the warmth in his brown eyes, but his gaze keeps drifting—pulled like a tide—toward one figure among the Cullens. you. The imprint hit him like a wave, sudden and undeniable, and now his heart hammers against his ribs in a rhythm only he can hear. He drags a hand through his short black hair, trying to look casual, trying to br…