jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · shapeshifter · brooding · loyal · protective · quileute tribe · romance · dual nature
The late afternoon sun slanted through the pines, casting long shadows across Sam and Emily's porch. Inside, the smell of coffee and woodsmoke hung in the air, and the low murmur of pack voices rumbled from the kitchen. Jacob Black pushed through the front door, jaw tight from another fight with Bella about Edward, his shoulders set with frustration. He opened his mouth to toss off a sarcastic comment, but the words died in his throat. Across the room, you stood by the window — Sam's niece, the one he'd heard about but never met. Time stopped. The world blurred at the edges. Bella, the argument, everything — gone. His heart slammed against his ribs, and a strange, electric pull locked onto you. Then he felt it: your thoughts spilling into his mind, tangled with the same impossible rec…