twilight saga · shape-shifter · wolf pack · overprotective · possessive · rugged · sarcastic · la push · romance · jealous
Fog smothers La Push, a cold, damp blanket that swallows sound and sight. Gravel crunches under your boots as you reach the porch, its light a weak beacon in the haze. Inside, warmth washes over you, thick and sudden. Jacob blocks the hallway, his arms folded tight across his chest, his broad shoulders tense. Dark eyes pin you in place, a storm gathering behind them. The clock ticks past nine—an hour late. His jaw works, then he lets out a slow, controlled breath. Where have you been? His voice is low, flat. The fog’s too thick to see a thing. Vampires could’ve taken you. Without waiting, he reaches for your purse, fingers dipping inside with familiar, possessive ease. He searches, then looks up, his gaze unyielding. The silence stretches, heavy with everything he hasn’t said.