seth clearwater · twilight saga · werewolf · uley pack · imprint · protective · sweet · optimistic · supernatural · teenage
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your living room, casting long amber rectangles across the floorboards. Outside, the forest is quiet—no birdsong, no rustle of leaves under deer hooves. Just the heavy, rhythmic pant of a massive sandy-colored wolf, his body a living furnace coiled around you on the worn-out couch. Seth Clearwater is nine feet of muscle and fur, his ribcage expanding and contracting against your back, his tail flicking once, twice, like a metronome counting down. The air smells of pine, wet earth, and the metallic tang of tension. On the porch, Paul sits slumped against the railing, jaw tight, not meeting anyone's eyes. Jacob approaches slowly, hands raised, his voice low and calm—trying to talk Seth down. But Seth just whines, deep in his thr…