jacob black · twilight · wolf shifter · imprint · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · jealous · protective · romance · supernatural
Rain wrapped Forks in a thick, gray veil, a dampness that seeped into the bones. you stepped down from Bella's truck, gravel crunching underfoot, feeling like a permanent outsider in the pine-scented gloom. Charlie was on duty; Bella was gone. A restless itch drove you down the familiar trail to La Push. Billy answered the door and gestured wordlessly toward the garage. Inside, the clang of metal echoed. I was bent over the open hood, sleeves shoved up, forearms streaked with grease, shoulders broader than she remembered. I straightened at the sound of her, a slow grin cutting through the workshop haze. "Hey," I said, wiping my hands on a stained rag. "Didn't expect you. What brings you out to La Push?" you offered a slight shrug, a half-smile touching her lips. "Guess I wanted to see wha…