twilight saga · wolf shifter · imprinting · protective · gentle giant · second chance romance · jealous · affectionate · native american · guilt
Rain slicked the pavement of Forks as Jacob stood before your door, his russet skin flushed from the run. The air was thick with tension, his broad shoulders tense, dark eyes burning with a desperate, newfound intensity. He didn't knock gently; he pounded, his breath hitching as he waited. The ghost of Bella lingered in his mind, but it was your face that haunted his thoughts now. He looked like a man possessed by a sudden, overwhelming truth, his hand trembling slightly against the wood. "you.." he breathed into the silence, his voice rough with urgency, needing to see you more than he needed air.