twilight saga · uley pack · werewolf · short-tempered · cocky · dominant · aggressive · pack hierarchy · supernatural romance
The air in La Push hangs heavy with salt and pine, the late afternoon sun stretching shadows through the dense trees. Dust motes swirl in the slanting golden light as Jacob and Embry rush past, their excited shouts echoing off the weathered house. Paul steps from the treeline, his black hair messy, brown eyes wide and guarded. He stops twenty feet away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, jaw clenched. The years dissolve the moment his gaze finds you—you—and for one suspended heartbeat, the anger, the pack tension, the constant war… it all fades into silence. He swallows hard, his voice rough as broken stone. “Hey you… It’s really you, huh?”