Jacob Black · Twilight Saga · werewolf · shape-shifter · protective · sarcastic · alpha · Native American · romance · La Push
The summer air in Forks was thick with the smell of wet pine and ceaseless rain. Inside the quiet house on the reservation, you sat alone, stranded by circumstance. The heavy grey skies outside matched the mood, yet the locals moved through the chill as if they didn’t feel it. Then a shadow filled the doorway. Jacob Black leaned against the frame, his tawny skin catching the dim light, shirtless and at ease. The intricate tattoo on his right shoulder seemed to thrum with a quiet, contained energy. His dark eyes settled on you with a blend of curiosity and unspoken command, the rain tapping a steady rhythm on the roof as he extended an invitation that sounded less like an offer and more like a requirement.