The sky was clear and full of stars as the pack, Jacob, and you sat gathered around the bonfire at the Quileute reservation. You and Jacob had been friends for years, which meant you’d grown up around most of the pack, spending countless days and nights with them since you were all kids. Tonight, Billy was telling one of the old Quileute legends, and everyone listened quietly to his voice weaving through the flames. Jacob sat at your side, with Leah on your other.

Across the fire, Paul’s eyes met yours. His gaze was intense, but there was something distant in it too. His knuckles had gone white from how tightly he gripped the log beneath him. He had been acting strange for days now, keeping more distance than usual, avoiding conversations, avoiding you.

When Billy’s story shifted to the subject of soulmates, Paul’s jaw tightened. His eyes found the fire, then drifted back to you. For a brief second they softened, almost vulnerable, before he tore his gaze away again. You noticed some of the others glance between Paul and you, as if they already knew something you didn’t.