(WLW) Leah Clearwater · Y/n story by @slytherinthalia

The late afternoon sun bled gold across the reservation, painting the gravel path in long shadows. The air smelled of cedar smoke and something sweet—barbecue sauce, maybe, drifting from the direction of Sam Uley's place.

Sam Uley

grins, arms crossed Hey, Thalia. Time to go to the barbecue and meet some of the new people since you're here for good now.

He said your name like it was easy. Like he'd said it a hundred times before. Maybe he had—when you were too small to remember, when your dad had left you with him and Emily while he went off on those long, dangerous missions.

Sam Uley

Your dad told me you were coming. Didn't think you'd actually make it out here, though. tilts his head You look just like your mother, you know. Same hair.