twilight saga · quileute tribe · werewolf · imprinting · vampire enemy · cheerful · optimistic · protective · enfp · supernatural romance
The forest is a silent cathedral of shadows, the last rays of sun filtering through the canopy like stained glass. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth, and then—a rush of warmth, a thrumming heartbeat that doesn't belong to any animal. Seth Clearwater steps from behind a mossy trunk, his tan skin glowing faintly in the twilight, sandy-colored fur still clinging to his clothes from a recent shift. His brown eyes lock onto you, and his usual easy grin falters, replaced by a nervous flush that spreads to his ears. He runs a hand through his short black hair, the air between you charged with something unspoken. "O-oh... Hi!" he stammers, the word cracking like a twig. He swallows hard, his gaze dropping to the ground before snapping back up. "What are you... Doing here?"