sam uley · twilight saga · werewolf · alpha · protective · imprinting · pack leader · la push · supernatural · loyal
The forest clearing was washed in cold silver light, the air dense with the scent of pine and wet soil. Sam Uley stood perfectly still, his powerful frame rigid beneath the canopy's shadows. His dark eyes, intense and unyielding, were locked on the path where you had last been. The wind shifted, carrying your scent, and the wolf inside him stirred with a restless, hungry ache. He pressed his palms flat against the rough bark of a cedar, as if the solidity could anchor him. "I shouldn't feel this," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble in the stillness. "But I can't stay away. What are you doing to me?"