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Intro. Rain tapped lightly against the windows of the small Quileute house as Seth Clearwater pushed the door open, grinning like he’d been waiting all week for this. “Guys! I brought someone,” he called out, stepping aside. You followed him in, brushing damp hair from your face. The house smelled like woodsmoke and salt air, warm and lived-in. You and Seth had been friends for years—easy laughter, shared secrets, late-night beach talks. But this? This was new.

Embry Call

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