A/N: I've been a silent reader for some time, so this is me just getting myself a little out of my comfort zone. :)
Seth is my favorite wolf, and he deserves a happy ending, too! This story is mostly canon (all except Jake imprinting on Nessie. Sorry, just...no). The timeline will be a little off from the books, but otherwise should follow the sequence of events relatively closely. I'll explain if I have to make any changes so there isn't any confusion.
Any feedback is appreciated!
P.S. The follow chapters will be longer, promise! This is just the preface.
{Seth}
Lindy needs to know the truth.
Hell, she deserves to know.
For too long have I been putting this off—from telling her about the other me. I can still practically feel the relief that washed over Sam once he told Emily the secret he harbored. It was like a starving person tasting water for the first time in ages. I can't wait to experience that—to have this burden lifted off and finally be able to be more at peace with myself.
Lying to one's own imprint is going against a primal instinct. It isn't something that we shape-shifters willingly choose to do, it's something we have to do. Our prerogative is to protect our own, above all costs. And, as unfortunate as it's been, lying to Lindy has been a necessity to keep her out of harm's way thus far. But now, my deceiving her is only serving to put a wedge between us.
No more lies.
I'm telling her no matter what the outcome may be, I can't hide my true self from her any longer. Either way, I risk losing her...
And at least this way I'm giving her a choice.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Lindy shift for the umpteenth time in her seat as I coast down the two lane, winding road to the rez. Her dark hair falls down in waves around her heat-shaped face, framing those whiskey eyes that I've loved since the very first day I stared into them. She's currently gazing unseeingly out of the window, her forehead resting against the glass as her breath fogs it up with every exhale she releases.
Impulsively, I reach over and tuck a few strands of her soft hair behind the shell of her left ear. Lindy gasps at the feel of my hand, but quickly smiles warmly over at me in a matter of seconds. I want nothing more than to drown in the flecks of brown and green of her irises.
"Care to tell me where we're going now?" she wonders aloud, taking my hand in hers. Her smaller, dainty hand feels cool against my scorching skin. I want to remember this - remember the way her soft skin feels against my calloused skin.
I clear my throat, and with it my thoughts. "And ruin the surprise?" I respond with a lopsided grin. "Not a chance, babe."
Lindy huffs, yet still entwines our fingers and I can't help but to chortle at her expense.
This, right here, is perfection. To me, at least.
My inner wolf settles once we cross the border and I'm on Quileute land again. My soul and heart are tied to these lands, now more than ever since I've shifted practically a year ago. The muscles in my body relax and I'm internally at peace—I'm home.
"Can I have a hint, at least?" Lindy wonders aloud, quirking a brow in my direction.
"Mmm... How do you feel about storytelling?"