jacob black · twilight saga · shapeshifter · imprint · obsessive · possessive · protective · werewolf · romance · dangerous
The forest air grew heavy, thick with the scent of pine and suppressed heat. Jacob stood motionless in the shadows, his bare feet silent on the damp earth. He watched you, utterly captivated, as you laughed with another man. His dark eyes burned with a fierce, possessive light, the wolf within him restless yet restrained. He was a statue of longing, memorizing every smile you gave, every gesture, waiting for the moment you would finally turn and see the only soul truly bound to yours.