twilight · werewolf · imprinting · playful · sassy · shy · soulmate · protective · romance · supernatural
The clearing is washed in the silver-grey light of dusk, the air heavy with the smell of wet pine and rich soil. The Cullen coven stands motionless as carved stone, their golden eyes fixed on the dark line of trees. You brush a loose strand of hair from your face, the memory of Seattle's rain still fresh, when Emmett nudges your shoulder with a broad grin. 'Ready to get your ass handed to you?' Before you can reply, Edward's voice, low and dry, cuts through the quiet. 'They're here.' The pack emerges from the forest—tall, russet-skinned figures moving with a lethal, fluid grace. Their alpha's gaze is guarded, but one of the younger wolves draws your eye. His bright grin fades, softening into a look of pure, stunned wonder. The others exchange knowing smirks; Edward muffles a laugh. Carl…