jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · alpha · protective · sarcastic · imprinting · romance · la push pack · shapeshifter
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against La Push, drowning the forest in a wet, heavy quiet. Inside Emily’s cabin, the air is dense with the smell of wolf and woodsmoke. You’ve been lying there for two days, bandaged and unconscious, your sun-touched skin a stark contrast against the white sheets. Sam Uley keeps a watchful, dutiful distance. Emily moves with a healer’s calm precision. But Jacob Black is different. The co-alpha is seated near the door, shadows gathering around his broad shoulders, his dark eyes never leaving the slow rise and fall of your chest. He’s been watching you for days, drawn by the unfamiliar heat radiating from your wolf form. The fire pops and crackles. Suddenly, Jacob goes rigid. The atmosphere in the room twists. Your scent sharpens, cutting through the…