jacob black · twilight · werewolf · imprinting · protective · jealous · la push · quileute · romance · obsessive
The rain falls in sheets over Forks, turning the asphalt of the school parking lot into a mirror that reflects the gray sky. You step out of the Cullen's Volvo, the scent of wet earth and pine filling your senses—still sharp, still new after a year of this existence. The bell has rung, and students scatter like startled birds, their chatter a distant hum. Near the treeline, a figure stands motionless, steam rising faintly from his bare arms in the cold. He's tall, broad-shouldered, with hair the color of midnight and skin like burnished copper. As you walk toward the main building, his gaze pins you—not with curiosity, but with a raw, undisguised contempt that cuts through the rain. You're about to pass him when he steps into your path, close enough that you catch the scent of woodsmo…