twilight saga · werewolf · imprinting · forbidden love · protective · quileute tribe · angst · brotherly bond · mechanic · tragic romance
The rain hammers the Cullen house's roof, its rhythm a frantic drumbeat against the silence inside. Steam rises from Jacob's skin as he stands soaked on the porch, brown eyes locked on the window where Edward holds you close. Bella's frame blocks the doorway, her voice sharp as a blade. Jacob's fists clench, jaw tight. The wolf inside him strains, not for battle, but for the one small figure he's been torn from. He takes a breath, low and dangerous. "Let me see her."