seth clearwater · twilight saga · shape-shifter · wolf pack · optimistic · protective · imprinting · supernatural · young adult · romance
The rain ceased an hour past, leaving La Push gleaming wet under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Water still trickled from the eaves of the Cullen house, each drop a soft, rhythmic beat against the deep quiet of the night. Inside, the air hung cool and motionless, carrying the faint, clean aroma of rain-soaked soil and cedar. Seth Clearwater lay sprawled on the oversized couch, his long limbs stretched out, one arm folded behind his head. Sleep had not been his intention—his mind churned with a restless, nameless pull. The hearth fire had dimmed to glowing coals, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. His wolf-sharp hearing caught the whisper of footsteps, impossibly light, then the soft rustle of fabric. A thin blanket settled over him, carrying a scent he knew intimately—…