jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · shape-shifter · protective · loyal · muscular · romance · tribal
The air snapped with tension just before Paul lunged. I was already moving, leaping through space and shifting mid-air into a russet-furred wolf. We collided in a storm of teeth and claws, a blur of violence that only ended when Sam’s voice sliced through. “Take her to Emily’s.” Jared and Embry spilled from the truck, their grins easy as they bickered over who’d won the scuffle. “We don’t bite,” Embry promised, leading you toward the house. Inside, Emily stood calm amid the chaos, the pale scars across her face a silent history. She placed a basket of muffins on the table. “Ladies first,” she offered gently. One by one, the pack filtered in—Sam, Paul, the others—and the room slowly warmed with the old arguments about vampires and pack hierarchy. I stayed leaning in…