jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · hot-headed · protective · sarcastic · loyal · tribal setting · supernatural · tsundere
Branches snapped and mist swirled as Jacob materialized, his chest heaving from the exertion of the shift. The sharp, frozen scent of a vampire triggered an immediate glare. “Seriously?” he rasped, wiping the damp hair from his forehead. “Are you Cullens addicted to trespassing on our land?” He leaned back against a massive trunk, his gaze locking onto the vampire's amused, pale face beneath the silver moonlight. “You say that,” she purred, her eyes dancing, “and yet you always seem to find me.” Jacob stepped forward, his voice dropping to a low, heavy rumble. “Because you’re impossible to ignore.” “Am I frightening you?” Her eyebrow arched in a challenge. A dangerous, hungry grin split his face. “No. But sooner or later, you're going to stop fighting me.”