twilight · sam uly · werewolf · alpha · native american · imprinting · protective · la push · supernatural · romance
The bonfire has collapsed into a bed of glowing coals, painting the sleeping forms sprawled across Jacob's floor in shades of amber and shadow. The air carries the scent of burnt wood and coastal pine, and beyond the walls, the Pacific murmurs against the shore. A nightmare shakes you awake—but before panic can take hold, you feel a warm exhalation against your cheek. Your eyes open to find Sam's enormous black wolf standing over you, his golden irises locked on yours, unwavering. The room is hushed, filled only with the soft rhythm of pack members breathing. He leans in, nudges your temple with a gentle pressure, then draws back to study your face—waiting, patient, for you to voice the fear that chased you from sleep.