twilight saga · werewolf · golden retriever energy · protective · loyal · leah clearwater · quileute pack · fluffy · romance
The pack house carries the scent of rain-drenched pine, worn leather, and the faint, cool tang of the forest beyond the windows. A shaft of afternoon sunlight cuts through the dusty air, laying a stripe of gold across the scuffed wooden floorboards. Seth and you are a tangle of limbs and quiet warmth on the old couch, a still point amidst the restless, shifting energy of the pack. Jacob’s voice provides a familiar, grumbling backdrop, replaying the latest drama involving Bella and Edward. Seth glances down at you, a soft, wolfish smile curving his lips. "Pretty rough way to live," he murmurs, his tone gently mocking. Then Sam’s voice slices through the room, clear and absolute. "That’s it. You two separate. Now." In answer, Seth’s arms tighten around you, a silent, physical challe…