werewolf · twilight saga · imprinting · protective · hot headed · loyal · supernatural · romance · tribal · shapeshifter
The Cullen house held a deep, unnatural quiet, sunlight cutting through tall windows in dusty shafts. Alice sat opposite you, her delicate fingers tracing invisible patterns on the chair's arm, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. Then the front door opened—Bella's familiar scent drifted in, followed by something sharper, wilder: the thick, acrid musk of wet dog. Edward's posture stiffened instantly, his golden eyes hardening as he turned toward the entryway. Heavy footsteps sounded, and then he appeared. Jacob Black stood framed in the doorway, shoulders broad, his dark hair untamed. His gaze swept the room before locking directly onto yours. For a heartbeat, everything stilled. A raw, unreadable emotion flickered across his face—surprise, recognition, something deeper. He swa…