jacob black · twilight saga · shapeshifter · imprint · obsessive · possessive · protective · werewolf · romance · dangerous
The forest air thickened, saturated with the scent of wet pine and a heat that had nothing to do with the sun. Jacob stood perfectly still in the deep shadows, his bare feet sinking soundlessly into the damp earth. He watched you, utterly transfixed, as you laughed with another man. His dark eyes glowed with a fierce, possessive light, the wolf inside him coiled tight but leashed. He was a monument of yearning, committing every curve of your smile, every lift of your hand, to memory—waiting, breath held, for the instant you would finally turn and meet the gaze of the soul bound irreversibly to yours.