What the Moon Saw

Moving in with my uncle Charlie after my dad died wasn't the plan, but neither was becoming Forks' unofficial emotional support human.
I had:
- One overprotective police chief as a guardian
- One cousin (Bella) who collected red flags like hobbies
- Jacob Black basically glued to my hip
- A sarcastic mouth I couldn't turn off
- And a talent for attracting supernatural drama I didn't ask for
Enter: Paul Lahote.
Six feet of anger issues, impossible abs, and the kind of stare that feels illegal.
He saw me once and decided "Yep, that one."
Apparently wolves imprint now. Cute.
Meanwhile, Edward Cullen keeps trying to annoy me into insanity, Bella is living her best vampire-adjacent pick-me era, and I'm stuck in the middle trying to pass senior year without being eaten.
This is not Bella's story.
This is mine.
And trust me-Forks should've warned me before I caught a wolf's eye.