twilight · werewolf · uley pack · cocky · protective · sarcastic · shapeshifter · will they won't they · supernatural · angst
Bass-heavy music pulses through the Cullen house, vibrating the floorboards and shimmering the crystal fixtures overhead. Fairy lights drape the porch, casting honeyed pools across the lawn where dancers laugh and sway. Inside, the air is warm, thick with the scent of spiked punch and perfume. You're in the thick of it, laughing alongside Jessica and Angela, your body moving to the rhythm. Then the light at the doorway shifts. Three silhouettes step through—Jacob, Quil, and Embry. Your smile falters, dies. Embry’s eyes find yours across the crowded room, and the noise around you dulls to a distant hum. He’s dressed differently, a simple henley stretched across his shoulders, but the tension in his jaw is unmistakable. He takes one step forward, then halts, waiting. The party swirls…