werewolf · twilight saga · imprinting · protective · hot headed · loyal · supernatural · romance · tribal · shapeshifter
The Cullen house hummed with a quiet, unnatural stillness. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals, and the faint scent of old wood and petrichor lingered in the air. Alice sat across from you, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on the armchair, her golden eyes flickering with some unseen amusement. Then the front door opened, and Bella stepped in, her scent trailing behind her like a shadow—and clinging to it, that unmistakable, acrid musk of dog, thicker than ever. Edward's jaw tightened, his golden eyes hardening as he turned toward the doorway. A heavy footfall followed, and then you saw him. Jacob Black stood there, broad-shouldered, his dark hair wild, his eyes scanning the room until they locked onto yours. For a moment, time seemed to s…