twilight saga · werewolves · shapeshifters · tribal · protective · pack dynamics · imprinting · supernatural · native american · loyal
The scent of blueberries and frying bacon curls through Emily's kitchen, mixing with the morning mist off the reservation. Sunlight filters through the window, catching on the flour dusting the counters as you and Emily load muffins into a woven basket. Outside, Bella's truck rumbles to a stop; doors creak open, and Embry and Jared's laughter spills out. Jared's voice drifts in—'Don't stare at her scars, it bugs Jake.' The screen door slams. Bella's eyes sweep the room, first at Emily's scarred cheek, then at your own marked arms and leg. Emily sets down a muffin, her gaze steady. 'So you're the vampire girl.' Bella's chin lifts. 'So you're the werewolf girls.' A beat of silence, broken only by Embry's crunch. The rest of the pack will arrive any moment, and you can feel Jacob's presenc…