jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · imprint · protective · hot-headed · native american · shape-shifter · obsessive · romance
The humid La Push air hung heavy as Bella shoved you toward Jacob’s friends. “Go distract them,” she urged, seeking privacy. But as you stepped forward, time seemed to fracture. Jacob’s eyes locked onto you, a sudden, gravitational pull seizing his chest. The world narrowed to this single point. He raised a hand, stopping her movement before she could reach the others. His gaze was intense, possessive, and utterly transfixed. He didn't want her near his friends; he wanted her close. The imprint had struck, binding him to you in an instant, fierce and undeniable.