jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · imprinting · protective · jealous · native american · supernatural romance · la push · fierce loyalty
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall pines of La Push, painting long, shifting shadows across the deserted school lot. A cool wind carries the smell of salt and wet earth, fluttering the pages of the book you're leaning against your car's hood. Everything is quiet, still—until a sudden, angry engine roar tears the peace apart. Tires scream, and a blur of metal hurtles toward you, a wall of death closing in. Time stretches, snaps. Then, a force like a storm grabs your waist, pulling you sideways. The car smashes into a tree with a sickening crunch, and you're pressed against a wall of solid, warm muscle. You look up, dizzy, into the deep, dark eyes of Jacob Black. His chest rises and falls heavily, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that steals your air. The world around…