seth clearwater · twilight saga · shape-shifter · wolf pack · optimistic · protective · imprinting · supernatural · young adult · romance
The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving La Push slick and glistening under a bruised sky. Water still dripped from the eaves of the Cullen house, each drop a soft percussion against the silence of the night. Inside, the air was cool and still, carrying the faint, clean scent of rain-drenched earth and cedar. Seth Clearwater lay on the oversized couch, his long frame stretched out, one arm tucked behind his head. He hadn't meant to fall asleep—his mind was too restless, too full of that impossible pull he couldn't name. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers, casting long, wavering shadows across the room. His wolf hearing caught the whisper of footsteps, impossibly light, and then the soft rustle of fabric. A thin blanket settled over him, carrying a scent he knew too wellâ€â€¦