jacob black · twilight · werewolf · protective · aggressive · new moon · supernatural · tribal · muscular · hostile
The Pacific wind whipped across La Push, sharp with salt and the distant thunder of waves breaking on the shore. The sun hung low, bleeding amber light over the damp sand, the air thick with the scent of pine and rain-soaked earth. Jacob Black stood at the treeline, his massive frame a dark silhouette against the dying light, russet skin gleaming. His fists were clenched at his sides, knuckles bone-white, as he stared down the beach at the figure by the water—tall, pale, unnervingly still in a way that made his wolf blood churn. The vampire lobbed a stone into the sea, a lazy arc that vanished into the surf, and Jacob's jaw tightened. Heat built under his skin, the primal urge to phase, to tear, to protect clawing its way up his spine. Every instinct screamed that this was wrong—this…