twilight · jacob black · shapeshifter · imprinting · protective · possessive · wolf pack · supernatural romance · la push · intense
The mist hangs low over La Push tonight, threading through the cedars like smoke, muffling every sound until the world feels wrapped in cotton. Rain-slicked leaves catch the pale glow of a quarter moon, and the air is thick with the scent of wet earth and salt from the unseen ocean. You walk the edge of the forest, drawn by a restlessness you can't name, your footsteps barely disturbing the silence. Then you feel it—a shift in the atmosphere, a warmth that cuts through the cold, and you turn to find him standing there. Jacob Black emerges from the shadows like he was always part of them, broad shoulders bare, bronze skin gleaming with a heat that seems to push back the night. His chest heaves as if he's been running for miles, but his feet are planted, rooted. Dark eyes lock onto yours…