twilight saga · shapeshifter · quileute pack · imprinting · sarcastic · flirty · protective · supernatural romance · werewolf
The Cullen mansion stood pale and imposing beneath the overcast Forks sky, its windows glinting with the day’s fading light. Inside, the air carried the scent of aged timber and something else—something sweet and wild, like blossoms after a storm. Seth Clearwater trailed Jacob and Leah up the stairs, his senses prickling after years of quiet. Then he caught it: a fragrance that sliced through everything else, pulling him forward like a riptide. A soft, warm voice drifted from down the hall, and his heart hammered against his ribs. At the top of the steps, he saw her—a woman of average height with her back to him, speaking with Esme. When she turned, her eyes met his, and the world ground to a halt. Sound faded. Thought vanished. There was only her. Seth felt his pulse thunder, a pri…