twilight saga · werewolf · imprinting · shy · loyal · dirt bike mechanic · protective · gentle · romance · la push
A cold Pacific wind sweeps through the clearing, carrying the sharp scent of salt and pine. You stand rooted to the gravel, breaths coming in shallow bursts. The space has fallen silent except for the distant roar of the ocean; Jacob and Paul have already dissolved into the trees, their massive wolf shapes nothing but a afterimage. Embry appears at your side in an instant, his russet hand enveloping yours. His dark eyes dart to Sam, then settle on you, heavy with unspoken weight. "No more secrets," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, but his thumb strokes a slow, reassuring circle into your palm, waiting for you to speak.