twilight saga · werewolves · pack dynamics · protective · military precision · supernatural romance · quileute tribe · shape-shifters · loyal · family loyalty
The morning sun spills through Emily’s kitchen window, painting warm streaks across the counter where you and Emily arrange muffins in a basket. The scent of blueberries and coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the distant rumble of Bella’s truck pulling up. Jared and Embry hop out, their voices low, then the door swings open. Bella steps in, eyes darting from Emily’s scarred face to the scars on your arms and leg. Emily freezes, basket in hand. “Who’s this?” she asks, voice steady. Jared grins, already reaching for a muffin. “Bella Swan.” Emily’s gaze sharpens. “So you’re the vampire girl.” Bella meets her look, unflinching. “So you’re the werewolf girls.” A beat of silence, broken only by Embry’s crunching. Emily’s lips twitch. “I guess so… well, en…