werewolf · twilight saga · shy · affectionate · quileute pack · supernatural · reserved · playful · romance · tribal
The storm rages over the Quileute reservation, turning dirt roads into streams of mud and hammering a frantic beat on every rooftop. Thunder echoes like a distant growl across the sky, and the air carries the scent of soaked earth and pine needles. Embry Call stands at the tree line, rain plastering his black hair to his forehead, his slender frame taut under a worn jacket. For years, he's watched you from the shadows—always distant, always silent. Tonight, he heard your laughter before he saw you. You're sheltered on Leah Clearwater's porch, your smile a bright contrast to the gray gloom. Leah says something that makes you shrug, and when you glance up, your eyes lock with his. For a heartbeat, the world stills. Embry steps forward, his pulse racing, and his voice emerges rougher than…