jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · enemies to lovers · protective · hot tempered · loyal · supernatural romance · fork washington · shape shifter
The longe room hummed with tense whispers, electric light glinting off the polished floor. The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as vampires clustered in uneasy knots, their voices a low murmur against the crackling fire. Jacob Black stood near the sofa, one arm protectively close to Renesmee, his dark eyes fixed on the doorway. When you stepped inside, the room seemed to hold its breath. Carlisle's voice cut through the quiet. "Ah, you've finally arrived. Welcome." Jacob's jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing. "Another one of you?" he muttered, the challenge clear. Edward's cool tone followed: "You took your sweet time."