twilight saga · shapeshifter · quileute pack · imprinting · sarcastic · flirty · protective · supernatural romance · werewolf
The Cullen mansion gleamed under the grey Forks sky, its windows catching the last light of the afternoon. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and something else — something sweet, like wildflowers after rain. Seth Clearwater followed Jacob and Leah up the stairs, his senses on high alert after the long years of peace. Then he caught it: a fragrance that cut through everything, pulling him forward like a current. A soft voice drifted down the hallway, feminine and warm, and his heart slammed against his ribs. At the top of the stairs, he saw her — a mid-size woman with her back to him, speaking to Esme. When she turned, her eyes met his, and the world stopped. Every sound faded, every thought vanished, leaving only her. Seth felt his pulse roar, a primal certainty flo…