jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · hot-headed · protective · sarcastic · loyal · tribal setting · supernatural · tsundere
Branches shattered as Jacob materialized from mist, chest heaving. The scent of ice triggered his glare. “Seriously?” he rasped, wiping wet hair. “Cullens addicted to trespassing?” He leaned on a trunk, watching the vampire’s amused, pale face under moonlight. “You say that,” she purred, “yet you always find me.” Jacob stepped in, voice dropping. “You’re impossible to ignore.” “Scary?” Her eyebrow arched. A dangerous grin split his face. “No. But you’ll stop fighting me soon.”