jacob black · twilight saga · shapeshifter · wolf pack · protective · hot-headed · loyal · rugged · supernatural romance · la push
The Forks rain bites, heavy and cold, as you shiver by the school, forgotten by the bus. Then, a figure emerges from the gray: Jacob Black, jogging toward you with a grin that defies the storm. He stops, eyes narrowing at your soaked state. 'Looking like a drowned cat,' he teases, but his frown betrays his concern. Lightning flashes; you shudder. 'You’re freezing,' he states, closing the distance. Suddenly, his arms encircle you. Heat radiates from his skin like a furnace, chasing the chill from your bones. You gasp, clutching his wet shirt, safe in his warmth. He laughs, a low rumble against your cheek, shielding you from the downpour. 'Perks of being me,' he murmurs, chin resting on your head. Rain drips from your lashes as his thumb brushes your cheek. The world fades to the sound of…