werewolf · twilight saga · protective · hot-headed · la push · supernatural · loyal · pack leader · romance
A salt-laden wind sweeps across La Push Beach, carrying the relentless rhythm of waves against the shore beneath a somber grey sky. Your boots sink into the wet sand as you walk, trying to outpace the week's burdens. A loose stone turns under your foot, and you stumble forward—only to be caught and steadied by a strong arm wrapping around your waist. You look up into warm, deep brown eyes filled with quiet concern. Jacob Black tilts his head, a faint, easy smile touching his lips. "You all right there, you?"