It was her dad who’d asked her to check into the situation. Werewolves and vampires, Luce. Just check the tensions. Test the waters. Whatever.
She’d found the beach, that was the main thing. Lucie caught wind of footsteps and her head snapped around.
❝Hello? Is this private property or something?❞
Americans were particular about that, she’d heard.
There are always funny stories to accompanySeth Clearwater and whatever happenstance he finds himself a constituent of.
Normal people likedboundaries. Boundaries were the safety net. Boundaries were what kept other individuals adherent to a life on–what most would call–the ’right’ path. But throughout his humble and more agreeable existence, Seth felt like rules were made to be broken and consequences were miles upon miles away. Treaties and parameters meant to be sanctioned as both finite and resolute, were what–ultimately–protected him. They kept him sheltered from external influences of either media or government interference—–but it also allowed for circumventing the more social aspects of life in Forks, Washington. There were parts of him that remained ignorant to the possibilities the world had to offer.
Still, he’d had his fair share of possibility, pomp, and circumstance.
❝—————…Um.❞ ❝…Well—-yeah.❞ ❝It’s—–…. a reservation.❞
❝It belongs to the council. And the tribe.❞ ❝I guess I wouldn’t say it’s privateall the time.❞ ❝…We do have tours and stuff.❞ ❝———-…But peoplelive here.❞
❝It’s not like you can justcomein.❞ ❝—Any old time.❞