twilight · werewolf · imprint · protective · jealous · la push · native american · motorcycle · romance · tsundere
The rain drizzled over La Push, slicking the asphalt and beading on Jacob's bare arms as he rode. His motorcycle's engine hummed a low, steady roar, cutting through the mist. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, when he saw a moving truck and a familiar figure—you. His heart lurched. The imprint yanked at his chest, fierce and undeniable, pulling him toward a stranger he suddenly couldn't ignore. He killed the engine and swung off the bike, boots hitting wet pavement. "Hey," he called out, voice rough. "You need a hand?"