Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Author's Note: This one goes out to my anonymous friend whom I like to call Parentheses Squared. You got me started on these cute little wolf pack boys and their possible imprints. Another prompt from LJ as well. A picture of a bicycle in the autumn leaves. Peave, love, and good music - Delta
The Library
Brady practically lived at the library.
Every time Sam would give them a little time off, he would hop on his bike and ride into town for his fix of Stephen King.
The books were like old friend's of his, with characters he knew personally. It was a way to get past the effects of being a werewolf, a way to escape the trials of day to day life.
One day while he was wandering down the romance section (just momentarily, mind you) he ran into Iris.
Her slightly pale face grew pink with embarrassment as her stack of books went tumbling to the floor. And everything but her ceased to exist in his world any longer.
It also helped that she was in the middle of checking out The Tommyknockers.
Now as he holds her against him, basking in the light of the full moon with his forest surrounding them, he listens to her softened voice articulate the words on the pages of books he knows so well.
He couldn't be happier that he finally has someone to share them with.