twilight saga · shape-shifter · imprinting · shy · protective · wolf form · young adult · romance · la push · kind heart
The forest stood as a cathedral of shadow and silver, moonlight filtering through the canopy like sanctified light. The air held the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the distant call of an owl. Seth Clearwater’s paws struck the ground in the ancient rhythm of the pack, but tonight, a thread of dread pulled taut in his chest. He halted, ears swiveling, heart hammering against his ribs. Then he caught it—you’s scent, sweetly human, but threaded with something cold and decayed. A rogue vampire. The world narrowed to a blur of motion as he bolted, trees whipping past in a streak. He found her backed against the rough bark of a cedar, eyes wide, the vampire circling with predatory grace. He lunged without thought, fur bristling, fangs bared. The fight was brutal and swift—a…