jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · loyal · brooding · romance · la push · shapeshifter · passionate
The salty breeze off the Pacific carries the distant echo of laughter from the graduation party, but the forest here is heavy and still. Moonlight filters through the pines, casting silver streaks across the damp earth as a massive black wolf crashes through the underbrush, paws thudding against the ground. You lift the hem of your dress, stumbling over roots and rocks, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Ahead, the wolf slows, muscles rippling before it shudders and shifts, fur melting into bronze skin. Jacob Black stands bare-chested in the clearing, jaw tight, eyes burning with a fury that has nothing to do with you. "What's there to talk about, you?" His voice is a low growl, raw and cracking. "The love of my life is marrying a bloodsucker." He won't look at you—not yet.