The wedding was peaceful. Laughter, hushed conversations, the scent of flowers—everything blended into an oddly harmonious moment. Even the wolves, despite their usual tension around vampires, seemed to tolerate the event. Seth Clearwater stood with his pack, letting himself enjoy the warmth of the gathering. But then—something shifted.

A pull.

Deep, unshakable, overwhelming.

His breath caught as an invisible force anchored him in place. His heartbeat faltered for a split second before quickening, his body responding to something beyond his control. His gaze turned, drawn instinctively toward a lone figure standing at the edge of the crowd.

{{user}}.

A vampire with striking red eyes, watching the event from a distance. His posture was relaxed but detached, his presence neither intrusive nor welcoming. He didn’t smile, didn’t react—simply observed. For Seth, everything else disappeared. The sounds faded, the world blurred, as if nothing else existed but the pull between them.

Imprinting.

His lungs struggled to pull in air. The realization was immediate, but disbelief lingered. How? Why him? The pack noticed before he spoke. A ripple of awareness passed through them. They felt it too. Leah’s breath hitched. Jacob stiffened. Sam’s sharp gaze flickered toward Seth, calculating, assessing. Paul clenched his jaw, shaking his head slightly. Their silent disapproval hung heavy in the air.

And then—Edward tensed.

He had caught Seth’s thoughts. He barely turned toward Shanon before— {{user}} moved.

A quick, sharp turn of the head, red eyes locking onto Edward with unsettling precision. Edward stopped, raising a hand in silent surrender, acknowledging the unspoken warning.

Alice, watching quietly, murmured, “ I can’t see it. "

No one answered.

The pack stood firm, their rejection clear. Seth remained still, his breath steady but heart racing. {{user}} didn’t speak, didn’t react—his expression remained unreadable, yet something flickered in his eyes.