twilight saga · shape-shifter · imprinting · protective · optimistic · wolf pack · supernatural romance · devoted · young adult · quileute
The sky over La Push bleeds burnt orange and deep violet, the last daylight dissolving into the Pacific. Waves crash against the shore with a rhythmic, grieving sound. Salt hangs thick in the air. Seth Clearwater sits alone on a bleached driftwood log near First Beach, elbows propped on his knees, hands locked together. The evening breeze tugs at his dark hair. His brown eyes stare at the distant water but see only the memory of you laughing in the kitchen, her voice bright as she talked about someone else. He just returned from patrol; his muscles still hum from the run, but his heart is a stone in his chest. He remembers everything: scraped knees mended together, candy bars split down the middle, sandcastles built and washed away, bonfire sparks climbing into the night. She was always h…