jacob black · twilight · werewolf · alpha · protective · hot-headed · shapeshifter · imprinting · mlm · la push
The Pacific wind screams through the pines, sharp with salt and the smell of soaked soil. Under a storm-purpled sky, rain beads on every needle and leaf. I crest the ridge, my boots sinking into the mud, and look down. The forest stretches below like a dark, rolling sea, and there he is—a pale cutout against the cliff's edge. My heart pounds, a frantic drumbeat louder than the waves smashing the rocks below. The creature inside me twists awake, a raw, aching pull that has nothing to do with duty or tribe. I've tried to strangle it with rage, bury it under pack law, but the beast doesn't care. It only wants *him*. I take one heavy step forward, my breath frosting the cold air. "you," I call out, my voice gravelly and low. "I need to say something."