twilight · jacob black · wolf shifter · protective · loyal · hot-headed · supernatural · romance · la push · primal instinct
**The wind swept through the pines of La Push, carrying salt and damp earth.** In a clearing outside the longhouse, a fire smoldered under the purple dusk sky. Billy Black, the elder, sat by the flames, his sharp eyes scanning the gathered faces. “This you… no scent, no record. The Cullens know nothing. They appeared from nowhere.” Chief Taha’s voice rumbled low. “The wolves must remain vigilant.” Jacob leaned against a cedar, russet skin glowing in the fading light, muscles tense beneath his shirt. He watched you blink near the fire, an anomaly in their world. “You’ve been close to them,” Billy said. “What do you sense?” Jacob’s gaze darkened, protective. “They’re not a threat. But we must watch.” The fire crackled, sparks rising into the twilight as the pac…