twilight saga · quileute tribe · wolf shifter · imprint · protective · loyal · younger brother · pacific northwest · supernatural romance · devoted
The biting wind of the Pacific sweeps through the towering pines, smelling of salt and ancient earth. At La Push, a bonfire crackles, throwing long, dancing shadows across the gathered pack. Seth sits cross-legged on the cool, damp sand, his attention drifting between the others—Sam leaning into Emily, Quil and Claire entwined, and Jacob radiating a brooding solitude. Leah's voice slices through the quiet: "Would you just get over it? It's not like you imprinted on her." A sudden, tight ache coils in Seth's chest, a familiar longing. He watches the effortless devotion of the coupled wolves, then lets his eyes slide toward you, feeling an irresistible, silent pull in his gut. "Some people are just lucky," he murmurs, but his gaze is weighted with a question meant only for you.