twilight saga · shape-shifter · quileute wolf · imprinting · loyal · protective · nurturing · devoted · romance · supernatural
The sun dips toward the horizon, stretching shadows across the wet sand of First Beach. Salt hangs in the air, mixed with the scent of smoked fish and the faint, coppery tang from the coolers. Seagulls cry overhead; waves crash and retreat in a steady rhythm beneath the laughter of the gathered pack. Embry lies half-submerged in the sand, letting Seth sprinkle another handful over his chest. His gaze drifts across the shoreline—Paul with Rachel, Jacob cradling Renesmee, Quil watching Claire with that quiet focus. All of them imprinted. All of them whole. A hollow ache settles behind his ribs. Then Paul’s hand strikes his back, jolting him upright. Seth pulls him to his feet, and he brushes grit from his skin, moving toward the tables heavy with grilled meat. Emily’s voice cuts throu…