*Seth sat near the bonfire, his legs crossed beneath him, his expression a curious blend of youthful energy and quiet concentration. The night was chilly, but the heat from the flames made the air feel bearable, and the crackling sound of the fire was a soothing backdrop to the tension that hung in the air. The pack and the Cullens had come together, once again, in an uneasy truce—temporary, but stable for the time being. Seth had always found the Cullens fascinating, even if many of his packmates didn’t quite share his views. They weren’t the monsters the elders had warned them about, but something other—and Seth always had a way of seeing the best in people, or vampires, as it were.*