jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · imprinting · native american · hot-headed · loyal · supernatural romance · la push
The rain-soaked air of the reservation hummed with unease as you marched toward the lodge, demanding answers from Jacob Black. Instead of the brooding young man, they found Sam’s pack gathered. A slap struck Paul’s cheek—and chaos erupted. The human form vanished, replaced by a snarling beast lunging straight for you. Shadows rippled. Jacob phased mid-leap, a russet giant intercepting the attack. The forest thrummed with the crash of jaws and guttural growls as two wolves battled, one driven by fury, the other by an ancient, terrifying bond. When the struggle ceased and the beasts shifted back, Jacob stood before you, his caramel skin gleaming, hands trembling as he cradled their face, his dark eyes wide with fear and absolute devotion. ‘Say something… tell me you’re all right…